A Love That Lasts

Chapter 3: Hug

Sarah woke up because her phone never ceased to ring no matter how many times she cancelled the call. She was still so sleepy and entertaining a call at such early hours of the morning was not her priority. Lazily, she took her phone from her bedside table and answered it.

“My lovely, dear Sarah, where in the world are you now?” It was Danna, her best friend.

“Danna, of course you know where I am. I’m home now taking a good sleep until you called,” she replied curtly, rubbing her eyes as she glanced at her Alden Richards clock on her table. It was ten in the morning already, and her appointment she made with Danna suddenly flashed back into her mind.

“Oh my goodness, bessie!” she exclaimed as she jumped out of her bed. “I’m so sorry!” she said while rushing to the bathroom to wash her face.

“Thanks now, you remember. What a pity I had to wait for you for a few minutes and then decided to go by myself,” Danna replied with contempt.

“You’re on the way already?” Sarah replied, holding her phone away from her face.

“Of course, milady!” Danna retorted.

“Bessie, I’m profoundly sorry for this discomfort,” Sarah said while rushing back to her room, almost naked also in time to see her 18-year-old brother barging in her room, waving a piece of paper.

“Goodness, gracious, ate! Please put some clothes on,” Prince yelled at her as he turned his back on her.

“I’m your sister anyway,” she yelled back as she fully undressed and slipped into a new set of underwear.

“I’m a man, you know,” he replied annoyingly.

“Oh, get out of my room. It’s my private haven, you know,” she said and clipped her phone between her cheek and shoulder.

“By the way, sis. I doubt you can go out today,” he casually announced to her as he threw a piece of paper on her bed.

She told Danna to hang on for a while and faced her brother, showing him her smirk and raised eyebrow.

“And what do you mean, playboy?” she asked curtly.

“There,” he pointed to her the piece of paper lying on her bed.

“What’s this?” She picked it up and read it only to gasp aloud, letting the paper loose, and it floated into the air for sometime only to land on the cold marble floor.

“Bessie, I’m so sorry. I am in a situation right now wherein I am in a much more dire situation than yours,” she reported to Danna and slammed her newly-bought, “ultra” expensive phone to the floor.

Prince looked at the broken phone, wishing it was thrown to him instead.

“Do you need to do that? You could have given it to me,” he told her but a large pillow landed on his face.

“Stupid. That wouldn’t be anger at all!” she cried out loud and slumped on her bed.

Amused rather than annoyed by her sister’s sudden outburst, Prince just felt his face hit by the pillow, softly massaging it to relieve the pain.

“Good luck!” he said mockingly before leaving the room.

Sarah let out a loud cry as she lay on her back. The words continued to ring in her ears “Join me on my Thailand cruise. I will be waiting for you in Singapore.”

It was her aunt, Marcy Sy, considered the richest woman in Asia, and second in the world, who gladly paid her a visit – which she rarely did – through a very surprising, thought-altering letter in her very own handwriting! She wouldn’t be sulking but rather partying upon reading such invitation had she not have a prior appointment to join Alden Richards’s first Grand Concert.