A Journey of Two Spoliarium Lovers (A Fanfiction) (Journey Series)

Chapter 4

We then arrived at the museum. I saw the crowd of people who were there. While I was still outside, I turned to Tacoy.

"Don't you wanna come with me Tacoy?"

"Its fine ma'am. I need to take watch of the van."

"Tacoy." I giggled, "Call me Freya."

"Okay. Freya." He repeated.

"You sure you won't come with me?"

He nodded.

"You be careful Tacoy." I said as I left.

"You too Freya. Call me during emergencies."

I laughed, nodding at him. I then went in the museum. I was at awe of it. There were a lot of artifacts, old journals and books, and even photos of heroes. I was at awe of the history of Philippines. I continued walking until I saw the Spoliarium. As I approached it, I seriously might cry. The painting is so beautiful. I stopped before the painting and just look at it, detail by detail. I was impressed by Juan Luna so much. He really put his heart into the painting. Even if the painting is old, the message still speaks loudly like as if it's the first time.

I kept staring at it until I noticed something at the ground. As I looked down, I saw.... An envelope. My eyebrows etched in confusion as I kept looking at it. In the envelope wrote a Filipino phrase: Para kay Maria Ablen (For Maria Ablen).

Can this be a letter? I thought. I don't understand what it means in English. But I really think it's a letter. I then decided to crouch down and pick it up. As I picked it up, I decided to rise from my position until...

"OW." A particular person nearby and I exclaimed at the same time. I immediately touched the back part of my head which was painful. I then looked at the guy across me, head down and caressing his forehead. I may have hit his forehead.

"Oh God. I'm so sorry." I hurriedly mutter an apology, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"Its okay. It just hurts a bit but its fine."

I shook my head, thinking that it really hurts, "No, no. I seriously think I hurt you a lot. Come on. Look at me. Let me check on you."

He then looked at me and realized that I'm frozen all of a sudden. He looked at me with his green, daydream kind of eyes. His hair is curly but damn how I love those curls. His dimple is so present, since he's smiling. And he looks good in his street casual outfit with camera around his neck plus he has tattoos on his body. But....

JESUS CHRIST!!!! IS THIS DUDE AN ANGEL? AM I DEAD? DID THE PLANE CRASH BEFORE IT EVEN REACHED PHILIPPINES? AM I DREAMING? HE'S SO CUTE WHAT THE FUCK!!!

My thoughts were snapped when he spoke, "Its really fine. No major thing to it really." He chuckled, "I was supposed to pick the letter but then we tried picking it up at the same time."

I tried to compose myself as possible without losing my tone. Shit. Be like India. Be like India, "Oh. Is it yours?"

"No. I suppose you're Maria Ablen?"

"Umm no. I'm not Maria."

"Then I think that's a lost letter in the middle of the museum huh." We both giggled. He then brushed his hair back and reached his hand for me to shake.

"I think its rude to just talk without knowing each other so.... I'm Harry..... Harry Styles."

I then shook his hand, internally screaming. GOODNESS! I CAN HOLD HIS HAND FOREVER. THEY PERFECTLY FIT MINE, "Freya Mavor." I smiled.

"Nice to see you here Freya. Let me guess, you're a Spoliarium Lover?"

"I am. You?"

"Guess we're the same."

I smiled. He smiled as well, dimples prominent in his face and I feel like I would melt in front of him.

After a few moments of silence, Harry cleared his throat and placed his hands in the pocket of his jeans, "So... the letter?"

"Oh yeah." Then we opened the envelope and realized that there were two letters. We read the two letters together, "Do you understand it?"

He shook his head. I then bit my lip and tried to think on how to translate the letter. Then an idea came to me: Tacoy. Tacoy can translate the letter. I smiled.

"Come with me."

"Where?" He asked, looking at me.

"Just come with me." I said, holding his hand and guiding us out of the museum.

PS: The photo shown is the Spoliarium painting by Juan Luna. It is currently in National Museum of Fine Arts in Manila.