J'aime vous beaucoup. (I love you a lot.)

Chapter 17: Invisible Ink

               Morning again. Something wet was on my face. It's like in a licking motion. Such a harsh surface. Is it a tongue? Then I realized what is it. "FYTCH!!," I shrieked. Jules laughed and lifted Fytch off me. "Don't have to be so harsh on him," Juliette said, continuing, still in her night gown, "Get up, it's already late. Accompany me in the kitchen?" I laid back in the sofa for a while then got up. It was 10.24 A.M.

                I went into the kitchen. Juliette was already cooking. Not sure of what she’s cooking but looks nice. I sat down on the counter behind her. Imagine if she’s my wife. Oh how happy I would be. But no. “So are you going to call the owner of Fytch?,” Juliette asked, still cooking. I just remembered about that. “I don’t know. I feel heavy-hearted to let him go,” I said. “Well, an owner of a missing puppy is probably crying out there waiting for hope that someone has his or her puppy,” Juliette said, sounding so deep. Fytch came in the kitchen and went out to the backyard through the back door.

                Juliette turned off the stove. Oh she was making fried rice. She moved the rice from the wok into a bowl. She put the wok back on the stove and looked behind, facing me. She took a step towards me and put her hands on the counter. “Emma, I won’t be available for the months to come because --“ I cut her off. “Like you’re being single and die alone or you being a lesbian?” She pushed my fore head. “No bimbo. I have SPM. I really need to focus in my studies. So probably I won’t even be replying to texts or calls until SPM ends. You get me?,” she continued, taking a step back. “I get you,” I said as I got down from the counter and continued, with a smile, “Lets eat.”

               We ate breakfast silently. I cleaned up the dishes while she went up and took a bath. Dad hasn’t came back yet. As soon as I finished the dishes, I called the owner of Fytch. It was a guy. Sounds like in his mid 20’s. “Hello is this the owner of the dog Fytch?,” I asked. The guy on the other side answered yes. We talked about Fytch and all and it seems like he had already got another dog to replace Fytch. I was psyched when he said I can keep him. Jackpot. I thanked him and he sounded delighted that I was happy. Fytch came into the house and I lifted him up and he looks kind of confused.

             Juliette came down, drying to hair with the towel. I told her about what happened on the phone. We both were happy and she hugged me to congratulate me. We played with Fytch outside the house and a few hours later, Juliette’s sister came and she went home. I was alone, with Fytch. And I thought to myself, “Months without Juliette? Can I endure that?”