She's Such A Beguiler

05 - Menace

05 - Menace

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Chastity's POV:

27 minutes.

It has been that long since I am waiting yet, there are no clear signs of him. That man, seriously, where on earth he has been? Didn't we both agree to meet at 5 PM sharp? I even recall telling him how impatient I can be when it comes to waiting and here he is.

If only the joke is not on me, I've gone a long time even before this. I would literally get up and lead my way back to the apartment with no doubt in me in a few more minutes if he was not still here. But then again, unfortunate for me it is.

I run my hand through the strands of my hair as I felt the tiredness with a mix of frustration I gained all throughout the day. Against the benches where I am sitting, I pushed my back and roamed my eyes to the park that we synonymously agreed to for our meet-up.

There, I saw how the August sun is almost out and a few lamp posts are starting to light up too, and in no time, darkness will replace the tangerine hue of the clouds. In short, nighttime is a few blinks away, and was reasonable enough to leave the place and no longer wait but then again, I can't... I badly wanted to get my baby from that man.

When the cold wind had blown on my skin, my hair too played along. Soon, I notice a blue balloon flying in front of me and I unconsciously followed its way as it gets farther away.

"Mama, 'yong balloon ko!" That the same moment, I heard a kid cry out. My head automatically tilts towards where the voice is coming from and saw a kid running immediately to the flying-away balloon, trying to catch after it.

Senselessly again, I was late to realize how I reached for it as I stood up and face the child right away with me holding now his almost lost balloon. Surprised was evident on his innocent face as I lend it to him, the reason why he wasn't able to get it back from me.

The kid is somewhat between 2 to 4 years of age, I assumed. He has these charcoal eyes like the color of his hair and small pouty lips, undeniably, innocent looking.

Hence, reminded me of someone again and as expected, a twitching feeling again was felt inside my chest. "Nako, Miss. Pasensya ka na sa anak ko. Naabala ka pa tuloy pero salamat."

Transiently, a voice of a woman pops the bubble of my thoughts as she approaches our direction with an apologetic shy smiling face and went in front of his child.

"Yulo, what will you say to ate? She gets back your balloon oh."

"U-Uh, oo nga mommy. Ah thank you po!" He quickly says as he overcomes the surprised reaction on his face and even bows his head.