Trash Author | JJK

(10) S P I D E R

(Photo above is not mine. Credits to the owner.)

Shin Ah

There's nothing fragrant like the scent of your own house.

The time will come when that very scent gets old and it annoys you.

Today is Saturday. A day on which I usually spend alone. Weekends are merely my days for relaxation from all that tiring work. At least, I can have my breaks from the work that temporarily fills in my hollow solitude.

I stared into the swirling hot gas evaporating from my rosemary tea. There's not only one but two streaks of swirling gas, curving inwards to produce a heart-shaped invisible plasma.

I snorted as I saw that.

I blew it away and picked the tea cup, taking a sip of it. The aroma of the tea brought a gushing wave to every sensory receptors of my body, giving a boosting energy to my system.

Sitting and enjoying the spring-like landscape of the garden calmed myself as well as my stability. The sun washed the entire garden with a golden radiance, giving a blinding glow anywhere its heated rays touched. Seeing these full-bloom flowers and hearing those birdsongs singing provides a positive feeling.

I love flowers.

"Good morning Madam."

I put down the tea in my hand. I expected the person constantly joining my company every Saturday mornings.

Jaira.

"You are earlier than usual. That's a good thing since I'm going to have a person to converse with in a boring morning." I flashed a warm smile as I saw her familiar curves that are evident in her clothes. She was already standing beside me. She had my key card to unlock the automatic door at my main entrance of my house. She's my valuable companion after all.

"Hmm, I came here earlier so that our conversations would be longer than usual. Isn't that fun?"

"Of course, you are the only company I have."

It is indeed fun except for your repetitive questions you ask everytime you visit me but I would answer them politely and honestly for you. Staying diplomatic with everyone is a key to a good relationship.

"Were you doing well these days?"

Once that initial, repetitive question escape from her mouth, the constant interrogation will go on.

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"That's it! We're done." She finally announced. I let her take a sit on my woven rattan chair placing on an opposite direction from my seat.

I turned on my phone to see what's new on battpad. Jaira seems to be watching me working on my phone.

"A renowned author is using a battpad, interesting. I have a battpad account too." She chirped. She must've caught a glimpse on the layout of this application that's why it must be familiar to her.

"Oh, I was just curious what's inside of this app since everyone is literally talking about this. I found out that this is an online platform for amateur writers. Maybe I could fish out a rare talent."