Owned by a Mystic (A DJ-Fan Story)

Mystic's POV.

Tall?✔Handsome? ✔Dark? No.. Am not. I'm Qwertyuiop Asdfghjkl. (I salute those who tried reading this. ) I don't give my real name, they just know me by that term Mystic. Maybe it's because I'm mysterious enough but well-known. Height, 5'6. Face Value, perfect 10. Six pack abs? Definitely. I'll let you count it off. Fashion statement.. Hm. White shirt and jeans.

I have a lot of girls in my life.

My mom, my three sisters :Marie, Maria and Mary. They were called the 3M's. It was just my mom loves letter M. And my brother whom I already considered a woman.. Many right?

I had relationships with girls. But actually I don't take it seriously. Just weeks with them then after that.. Nah, I don't involve myself into long time relationships. I don't believe in Love really. My Mom was a victim of that sh*t Forever.. I did believe, ONCE.

I was a disc jockey on a popular radio station, Love on the Air radio. It's been years since my high school batchmate let me in here. It's an 'utang na loob' from him. But now, here I am building my name.

Curiosity drags me in. Who the hell would care and sends me a quote?  Phew, interesting.. In reality, the digits that I used the last time I was in the air is my cell number. My workmate forgot the phone that we used to brought for airing purposes. And after that session I had from the station, I texted that girl. For I was damn interested on the open ended quote she send. I texted her and in my shock she called!

Her voice was so irritating when she yelled. For pete's sake, am I that shocking enough? Tsk. So I decided to end the call.

I was with my friends that time having some beer in my condo.

"dude, I guess that girl is inlove with you," Mark giggled.

"Shut up,Mark. You don't know everything. " I claimed as I shook my head.

He doesn't even know the word 'love', all he knows is to flirt. So how can he say those things? Nah, it's because of the spirit of the beer. There,  he's busy pecking with that blonde. Tsk. Does he even know the word "privacy?" If only he was not my friend I won't give him such treatment. Darn!

Yael was busy arguing with her girlfriend over the phone. Darn, for I know I called them for some reasons. But look, seems like I was all alone the whole time. They're definitely busy with their life. Me? I guess I don't have one.

I called my maid to brought some foods.

I waited and eat the baked Salmon she prepared.

Oh I miss my mom's dish. Mom was the only person whom I trust and my family ofcourse. My friends were like idiots calling me Mystic. But I got to used it. Even my manager calls me Mystic. Or mr. M.. I really like being called that way. Though it hurts having a small life for me to lived in, it's okay.. I have my work, but I don't have probably a Life.

And that was my biggest Mystic. I sigh and laugh silently.

Go get a dictionary and find what I meant. I murmed in myself.

What a day... I decided to let Yael and Mark go home I really wanted a rest. It's been a peaceful night for me.. As always..