Two Ghosts (Summer Series #2)

The end.

They said that once you achieve that long term goal of yours, you'll finally be able to breathe again. But that's not what I am feeling. Bakit habang papalapit na nang papalapit kong makamit ang gusto kong mangyari, mas lalo ako nahihirapang huminga? Is it the thought that I'm afraid of the aftermath of all of my plans? Or the thought that my bestfriend and the one ......that I love will be away from me again?

"What is it that you want to talk about?" Kaharap ko ngayon si Fritjor na ngayon ay umiinom ng tsaa sa kaniyang kopita. I inhaled sharply, just by looking at him makes my blood boil.

"How are you?" I said, a stoic expression remained in my face. Pinasadahan ko ng tingin ang aking suot sa salaming katabi ng kaniyang kinauupuan. I was wearing a white round neck fitted long sleeve and a silver silk bloomy knee-length skirt, paired with Stuart Weitzman's tanzanite heels. I raked my ash brown hair using my fingertips as I cosily sat on the Edwardian Hepplewhite style sofa.

"Do I look like I'm not okay?" balik niyang tanong sa akin. I gritted my teeth as I gave him a smile.

"Hmm. You look annoyed. You always look irritated when I'm around, Fritjor. You know, you should pay some respect to your elder sister." I answered him in a sweet tone.

"What are you trying to say, Crown Princess? If you're here to interrupt me just for a chitchat, you should've done that when I am not busy." Pinatong ko ang aking siko sa armrest at saka nangalumbaba.

"Impatience, brother. If you'd continue doing that, you wouldn't be able to be a king....." Sinadya kong hindi tapusin ang sinasabi at tiningnan siya. He was already knitting his eyebrows while I was innocently staring at his furious face.

"I.will.be.a.king." sagot niya at saka tumayo. I clapped my hands and stood up from the sofa as well. Hindi man lang uminit ang puwitan ko sa sofa.

"How sure are you? I'm already here, Fritjor? Paano mo makukuha ang trono?" I furtively slid my hand into my pockets as I tap the play button in my recorder.

"Oh? Bakit hindi ka makapagsalita? Nah-ah, a wise king should always think rapidly. Doon pa lamang, bagsak ka na--" Isang malaking ingay ang ginawa ng mamahaling plorera na kaniyang itinumba mismo sa aking harap. Hindi ko ipinakita ang takot ko sa kaniya, he must be really insane! Ni hindi pa nga ako nadidiligan, papatayin na ako nito!

"Huwag na huwag mo akong tuturuan kung anong dapat gawin! I have all the traits that a ruler should possess! Sa ating dalawa, ay mas ikaw ang hindi nakakaalam kung ano ang dapat gawin at hindi ng isang pinuno!" Pinaningkitan ko siya ng mga mata.

"Then why the Queen did not choose you? We both know that the heir apparent can be any of the highest monarch's children. It wasn't always for the firstborn....kaya bakit....hindi ikaw?" Namumula na siya sa galit nang tingnan niya ako. This confession is nerve-wracking. Nakakauhaw. Wala bang pajuice nagsulat nito?

"Maybe you were lacking something....o baka naman kasi....you were never a choice, dear brother." I almost laughed at my statement. Dear brother mo'to. I was taken aback when he grabbed my wrist.

"Anong sabi mo?" I plastered a weary look, watching how his jaw clenched in a manly manner. Kulang lang siguro sa lovelife 'to. Sayang, gwapo pa man din, kalas nga lang ang tornilyo sa utak. I pity him.

"Ang sabi ko....wala ka naman kasi sa mga pinagpipilian. Kaya hindi na ako magtataka kung bakit sa ating dalawa, ako ang pinili ng reyna." I ended my statement with a playful smirk.

"Let go of my hand..." I commanded but he didn't budge.

"Fritjor, Lad mig gå! (I said, let me go)" Marahas niyang tinanggal ang kamay ko at saka nagsimulang tumawa.