{Edited}
IVAN:
Bernice's words was beginning to make sense to me...
your heart knows it but your head is fighting it....
My heart calls Rufi Nae salang but my head tells me its not possible.
My phone rang and I saw its my papa.
"Papa!"
"Buen días niño" Good morning son he greeted
"Good morning to you dad, how are you?"
"As fine as an old man can be hijo"
I heard the smile in his voice. I loved this man, we've been bast pals since I was little. We have more of a bff relationship than a father-son relationship.
"When is Callie coming home?" My baby sister ran off to Denmark last year after reading a book about Danes.
I want to see all the waters and the clear blue sky and feel the wind
had been her chant until papa got her a ten months visa to Esbjerg, Denmark.
"She should return anytime from the day after tomorrow, I really miss my princess" he groaned "I don't know where you all got your adventure genes from!"
I smiled, can't say I don't know where we got it from.
"Well, I called to pass an info" Papa said
Poor me! And there I was thinking my papa called for a boys' chat "What info?"
"We're hosting a barbecue next week"
"Papa please!" I whined
"Hey man! You don't know what I'm getting at yet"
"I hear"
"Well! Your Nana wants---"
"Nana is home?" I'm a gunner
"Yes! And the barbecue is a welcome slash birthday party for her, so you're game?"
Damn me! "You're asking?"
Everyone knows I love my Nana. She'd been with Aunt Fer in South Africa for about three months now.
"Tell her to pack her things again and this time she's spending more than three months" I told Papa
"Noted" Papa laughed "The party is Sunday evening OK? Ask Bernice if she'll come"
"Bernice has a wedding to plan Papa"
"Come on, That doesn't mean she'll miss Nana's party"
True "I'll inform her"
"Alright son! Be cool"
"I will, ciao "
This gives me about a week to plan and head out to Mexico for Nana's birthday, it will also afford me time to get rid of Diana -hopefully.
My phone rang again and this time I saw the brownest of eyes on my screen. Grinning like an idiot I answered and spoke with the cutest part of my world.
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RUFI:
On Thursdays, Ivan made it his off too. According to him, his Salang shouldn't spend her day off work alone.
This Thursday is my last but one at Hen's, Ivan offered me a job that pays fifty grand monthly and I seriously doubt if that's the true salary. Maria get Forty thousand as a PA and I'm getting fifty to be a secretary to a PA.
Today, we were going to watch a bull racing match on the island. I dressed Ana-Blaire in the typical cowgirl dress Ivan got her last week, red killer boots, black jeans, off-white shirt and a dazzling red cowboy hat. The cloth looked perfect on her and it made me happy that the one man I liked took his time shopping for my baby and the cloth looks expensive. I don't look bad myself, I wore a jeans with a tee-shirt and a baseball cap.
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