The Aesthetics Of Waiting

CHAPTER 5 (The Familiar One)

A drudging sound of my alarm clock awakened me. I still want to sleep but the irritating sound keeps on ringing. I slammed it shut and I suddenly felt a loud thud in my head like it was a beast screaming for edibles.

Oh God, it must have been the beer devouring my soul last night.

Staggering, I went slowly out of the bed and moved towards the kitchen and I prepared a hot coffee and put lots of cream and sugar to it. I took a pizza from the fridge and heat it to the oven. Ugh. I hate drinking alcoholic beverages because they are definitely and extremely cause of pain in the ass in the morning. But they are a good therapeutic to sleep and forgetting problems and... Heartaches for awhile.

I went to my room and find for my phone.

Ah! There you are.

I saw a text from Zach.

Zach
Hey, I just got home. thank you for tonight
Apr. 25 22:04

You deserve a good night sleep, can't wait to see you on Monday. Take care :)
Apr. 25 22:06

I was softly taken aback because of the tender feeling I got from these text messages. I felt like an angel falling from the sky and muffled with his caressing words and a part in my heart welcomed the soft senses between his words.

Am I starting to like Zach?

I still think about Ford. I still want him to comeback, I'm waiting for him. I love him, I miss him, I won't fall for another man unless it's him.

No, I shouldn't!

But Ford already did break up with me. He left the university without any reasons at all, we have no connections anymore, I deleted his phone number and I blocked him on all of my social media accounts. I cried a lot because of him, I was buried with pain and grievance for almost a year. Then suddenly, Zach just showed up like a drop-dead superhero with a fetching smile that can vanish all my insecurities and he's here to save me from this chaos of anguish.

Maybe I need to give it a chance?
Zach might help me to move on, moreover, he can cure my heart if I would just allow him into it.

But it is wrong to use someone to heal the pain Ford have caused me. I should heal by my own process of time, not like this.

I replied to Zach.

Good morning Zach, can't wait to see you too
Apr. 26 11:46 ✓

Have a blessed Sunday! :)
Apr. 26 11:46 ✓

I turned off my phone and heaved a sigh. I drink my coffee and finished my pizza. After finishing my pizza, I washed the plates and I sauntered to my room. After waking up and several minutes in the kitchen, I noticed my freaking room. It looked like an impossible mess.

What the heck did I do aside from drowning myself in beers?

My curtain was lifted and my window is open. It looks like they just finished the World War III in my room, my bed has a lot of books and stuffs, it looks like a bookstore or something. The beers are scattered in my room, and a lot of things weren't in place.

How did I bear to sleep with these?

I took the beers in my hands and went to the kitchen to put it there. I went back to my room and picked all my books and notes, I put them all in my bag and I fixed my bed. I fixed my curtain and closed the window, I took the besom and sweep my room. I picked all the things and put them in place.

This was not the thing that I planned for doing today, but I guess I might need some kneeling, reaching, stretching and sweating. Exercise and working out each day is really pivotal for our health. So, maybe I must do such things for my own good.

After fixing my room, I went to the balcony to catch some fresh air. A gust of wind touched my skin. I heaved a sigh and tied my hair up. I felt really productive today, I washed the dishes and I just cleaned my room.

Sunday is also the day for church. I need to hurry up because the service will start in our hour. I sauntered to the bathroom and took a shower. I picked up my shampoo and trickled a profuse amount of it. Then I rinse my hair and went to the mirror to brush my teeth. After brushing my teeth, I wen to my closet to reach for a dress that I will wear for church.

I'm having trouble picking dresses whenever I'll come to church because I want to be presentable. I kept on rummaging my dresses and a dress caught my attention. It was the dress which Ford gave me for our first monthsary. Yes, it's a simple gift but it meant a lot to me...

I picked it up and I wear it. I took some time to tweak my face with a light make up and I blow-dried my hair. After fixing everything, I took my car keys in my drawer and left my house.

I hopped in my car and started the ignition.

After thirty minutes, I came to church right on time and after the preaching, I left to buy some coffee at the coffee shop near the church.

"Can I order, uhm.. One caramel presto black and a slice of chocolate cake brulè?" I said, looking at the coffee menu.

"Sure ma'm, anything else?" The waitress said while smiling.

"That's all." I smiled.

"Okay ma'm, thank you!" She said cheerfully.

I flitted my eyes in the soft calming scenery and tranquil ambiance of the coffee shop. I looked outside and I saw a lot of happy throng of people in the streets and I noticed the old man holding a balloon. He gives the balloons to those children who pass by and he gives a single lollipop to each children.

"How adorable." I giggled.

I rummaged panoramically and I saw a familiar posterior of a man with denim jacket and a dark pants holding up a phone pressing in his ear. That familiar dark perfect hair, attractive eye-fetching height and an unmistakable austere demeanor.

This is impossible...

"Hi ma'm, here's your order!" The waitress said with a wide grin and placed the tray down on the table.

I flinched because of the jocose tone of her voice and I quickly gazed at her and nodded my head.

I quickly turned my head back and fleeted my eyes to the man but he was no longer in sight. I gulped in my throat and I feel my heart beating faster and faster and my face looks astonishingly horrified.

This can't be possible. It's been a year...