The Rule of Love

The Rule Of Love: Chapter Two-- Turn Back The Pendulum

The pendulum swings back.

We are brought back at the beginning, back to where it all started. We are here not to re-witness the same previous events, but to answer all the questions that lay on our minds, and the mysteries that the past had brought upon us.

And it is Monday again. October 11. 6:00 am.

The long road of Marcos Hi-way is getting busy. Though the traffic is not yet heavy, numbers of commuters and those in their private cars are starting to pile up, each rushing to their own work. In the part just past Summerville, city of Antipolo, there is but one car that stands-out the most. One car that managed to get the attention of all the people around.

Joshua Chosen held the steering wheel steady. He had no sleep at alls since the last race, and now he needs to take this black Ferrari home and afterwards go to work. Nathaniel Law said that it is an imperative for him to come.

"This may-I think-be of interest to you, Chosen," said Law the last time they talked in his office about the "new girl".

Law handed him a copy of a resume. "Here," he said. "Her name is Meylisa Valdez. Take a closer look."

Josh looked at the small photo of this certain Meylisa Valdez. Then it struck him. He handed it back to Law, his face wearing an evident feeling of shock and disbelief.

"I can't believe it," he said, eyes wide. "She looks exactly like my mother."

"Yes," said Law, "she resembles Florence perfectly, back when she was at her younger age, back in the time when your father had won over her heart, which I had failed to do so," he smiled at the memory of it.

"It's strange," Josh said, more to himself than to Law. Again he picked up Meylisa's resume, as though making sure if what he just saw was real. "The more I look at it, the stranger it gets. She's a photographer-mom was a photographer back at her days at the university. This Meylisa wrote on her interests, 'Agatha Christie books'-mom used to collect all of Arthur Conan Doyle's books. Doyle and Christie are the King and Queen of Crime. And-". He paused. This just doesn't make sense. Too much of a coincidence, maybe? Maybe that should explain it. But still, damn.

"Not that I'm meddling with your life, Chosen," said Law, now speaking in a serious manner, "but don't you think it's about time?"

"What, for me to go home?"

Law didn't laugh. "Move on, Josh. Living in the past won't help you accomplish anything in the future. You need to let go."

"I'm not living on the past," Josh answered. He obviously seemed irritated. "I'm just preventing myself to relive it. I make friends. But a relationship? Never. And to add that-"he stopped.

"Well, if that's what you think, then I guess I can't do anything to stop you," said Law with a sigh.

That day didn't made sense to Josh. Up until this very moment. Banishing all the thoughts, he then realized that he was closing in on an intersection, and he might not make it before the lights turn red. He steeped on the accelerator harder, and the Ferrari gained tremendous speed. By his right he drove past a black Lancer, and he saw through his side-mirror that the car was thrown off to its right, stopped, and slowly moved.

"I bet good ol' granny drives the car," said Josh, grinning. He then did a sharp, left turn. He turned right five hundred meters away, entering the enclosed neighborhood of Freedom Village. He went straight through Freedom Avenue, and then turned right to Rizal. He turned another right, entering Balagtas, and stopped at his house at #12. He opened the gates and parked the Ferrari inside.

Josh's garage house not only a single car, but five-the black Ferrari, a silver BMW M3-GT2, a yellow Lamborghini Gallardo LP560-4, and a black-and-gray Pagani Zonda F. Also inside it is a bike, a red Ducati Streetfighter 8. Josh's garage is something any racing fan would like to have.