1 Chapter 1 The Old Times

Seeing him going outside.. running... but rather like dancing....

t's raining outside when he left with that smile in his face. I can see that he is excited about it. Looking at him running for his car, is like him turning away from me after a breakup. I glanced once again as I closed the door so many things coming in my mind.

"What if he will get sick?"

"What if he will meet an accident then gets coma?"

the list goes on but, then I saw his keys left on my table...

Just seconds away, there is a knock on my door.

I giggled like a little girl since yeah, he came back.

I opened it and acted as if I am not happy seeing him again.

"And you forgot your keys.. Not new."

"I---"

"Come inside let the rain pass".

He took off his coat, laughed and just stared at me... this moment, it is like the rain just stopped and everything literally everything went blurry.

He looked at me, focused in those puzzled eyes of mine...

"Next tome you wear your eyeglasses... Your doctor is always right. You never listen to his prescriptions."

Ughh, I thought he would kiss me...

"I'll boil some coffee would you like some? I asked him without emotions.

"If you please then yes why not," he answered as he grabbed the remote and turned on the television. He pressed netflix. I was able to see what movie he chose, it is his favorite... yes, it's Cinderella. Funny isn't it?

" Maybe what he really wanted is a man and not a woman, particularly not me," I mumbled..

I opened my brewer, it is still as fresh as if it's freshly picked. Washed it a little bit, then added some water then a spoonful of black coffee imported from the Philippines.

I sat down thinking of what to think.

But my stomach would not cooperate so I headed to my refrigerator, opened it slowly since I really admire the light that turns on and turns out when I close it. Funny, but I love those details.

There just a spoonful of this chocolate cake will do.

"Do you like some chocolate Mike?"

"I would love to!

I was suppose to say would you like some chocolate cake honey but anyways, I don't want to show him motives.

I can smell the aromatic smell of the coffee, I slid the plates rack and just reached out some coffee glasses, I looked at the couple glasses and I could not quiet remember when did I last use them. I wish I could have this cup with a special someone, someday.

I grabbed some sugar put it into the sugar cups.

"Do you need help?

"Yes, please."

I handed him over the tray and he took it gracefully. I noticed how clean his nails are.. They are perfectly cut and designed.

Sometimes, I have this checklist with me to see and check if he is really a straight guy or not.

"You're amazed with my nails? I had them at Girley Salon, and please mention my name to her if ever you have plans on going there yourself," he said proudly.

"You think I like your nails? The color is not acceptable."

"Who asked your validation and opinion regarding of what color should I wear Rheese?

"Mike, I can't believe you just called me with my second name!"

"I am sorry honey."

I am angry now... I am really angry not because of what he is letting me think of him but because he called me honey and he did not mean it.

"You're jealous!"

"Of whom?! I am not"

"It is not whom Rheese, it is what, you are jealous that I have these beautifully art worthy nails," he chuckled.

But I choked laughing.

Then suddenly we are both laughing.

He looked at me then said, " I hope someday you will have your manicurist too."

"You are not really a jerk Mike, stop calling me with my second name."

He sipped some then drank all with just one gulp.

I watched this scene closely, his neck is so beautiful, why is God so unfair, he has beautiful long lashes, sweet deep dimples, and a softly curved lips.

He glared at me when he caught me looking at him.

"I must go now, I need to check Anne".

"yes and do not ever forget your keys, I will not open the door for you the second time," I joked.

I watched him walk away again but this time I am serious when I said I am not going to open the door for the second time.

Anne was outside, she refused to come in. Just right after Mike went out her car flashed like a lightning in the sky unexpectedly. I know her...

And I know she will always be more beautiful, rich and everything I am not.

So I watched this man, as he faded from my sight.

I know he will always treat me like his younger sister. Like a pauper who needs help and everything.

I do not know but maybe...

I discouraged my mind from thinking about the past...

I closed the door double checked everything.

The fresh new mown hay, brings back memories, this old farm is still working wonders of healing me... My poor heart and poor soul.

Gathering all my strength I went up stairs to check if I had all carried and locked. I stayed in my mom's room for almost an hour just laying down on her bed, reminiscing past memories, the laughter that can be heard from the corridors, mother and father singing while brother Kevin will play his guitar