Desolated Cryosphere (Postponed Revisions)

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CHAPTER 4
Alone

"Sleep Cryanna. Huwag mong sagarin ang katawan mo. I know you did so much today." Sabi ni Gusher nang mapansin niyang tulala ako sa telebisyon.

Napagdesisyunan naming manood ng TV pagkatapos kumain ng hapunan.

"My parents-"

"They will be okay." He smiled at me. He looks great. Singkit ang mga mata niya, matangos ang ilong, his mouth goes wide when he smiles but his lips are so red. Maganda ang mga ngipin niya. Makapal ang maayos na kilay. Magulo ang buhok niya pero maganda pa din tignan.

"Is it just me or you really are staring at me?" Napabalikwas ako nang itanong niya iyon.

"Ha? I was just preoccupied. Iniisip ko lang ang mga magulang ko. I mean, paano sila makakapunta sa safe place namin? The chopper crashed. I just hope they don't worry about me, ayokong makadagdag sa problema." I defensively answered.

"Don't worry about them. They will be fine. Ganito, let's just ask each other some questions. Para hindi ka masyadong mag-iisip." He suggesed.

Gusher is so kind. Kanina ay napakasungit niya pero ngayon, he really helps me to be okay. Hindi lang niya ako pinatuloy sa bahay niya, he makes me emotionally steady.

Magaan siyang kasama. Mararamdaman mo talaga that he is willing to help. He opens up easily. Katulad ngayon, he is ready to answer some questions from me, from a stranger he just met hours ago.

"Full name mo?" I started asking.

"Do I really need to answer that one?"

Natawa ako dahil sa reaksyon niya.

"C'mon Gusher, una pa lang iyan!" Sagot ko.

"Okay fine. Don't laugh." Gusher glared at me.

"Of course." I smiled.

"Gustave Sherlock Ridan." He uttered.

Napangaga ako. His name is amazing! I mean, his first names!

"What?" Gusher asked.

"Bakit mo naisip na tatawa ako? Your parents chose a great name for you!" Sigaw ko.

"Gustave? Really? Sherlock?" Tanong niya na parang diring-diri.

"Excuse me mister! Gustave Flaubert was a great writer, well kung doon kinuha ng parents mo iyong una mong pangalan. And with the Sherlock, malay mo, your parents wants you to be a detective!" I said joyfully.

"Mukhang doon nga sa sinasabi mong writer galing ang pangalan ko." Aniya.

"Why?"

"My brother's name is Flaubert." He chuckled.

"Oh! So you have a brother, hmm. Buti ka pa. I am an only child." I shared.

"Well yes. Dalawa kami. He is older than me."

"Can I ask? Where is he? Where is your family?" I bit my lower lip when he did not answered at once. Maybe it's too personal?