CHRISTIAN
"Oh have you found her?" Drake asked as I poured mineral water into my T-shirt. I glared at him, what an asshole.
"Oh? What the fuck are you looking for? Gay."
"Tell me that again and I will punch your dick face."
"You are so annoying, you're always talking shits. We've always had a hard time getting tired huh we're driving like a couple of hours. I'm tired of driving. You teach me directions like crazy. Are you a jerk at the thing called map?
"Let's go eat," I offered and got into the car. This time I'll be the driver. This fucking jerk doesn't know how to drive.
"Shit! Now you're talking."
"Shut up"
Five years, I've been like this for five years. Why? Why Mirana? What went into your mind and you suddenly disappeared? What was going through your mind in those days and hours? It hurts to absolve what you did, yes I know I have no right to feel this way. It hurts but I'm still looking for you. It was like finding your breathing on the roads very impossible. Where are you now? Are you all alright? What situation do you have today? What happened to your baby? What are you doing right now? There are many questions I would like you to answer. Please let me find you.
Flashback
"What happened to you Mirana and why are you so pale?" I asked but she walked in and closed her eyes. Her lips were still pale.
She pressed her head that was full of sweat. She barely opened her eyes and worried. I felt pity for her condition. A poor child in her womb.
"How are you feeling Mirana?" I asked with concern. She seems not to be taking care of herself.
"Very well," she replied softly and slowly got up.
"Oh, Mirana Vaughn! You're stressing my beauty," I said angrily smiling at her. I feel bad about her situation because I pretend to be gay this is fucking frustrating. And even worse here is my voice too deep.
"And now you're laughing at me," I joke and pretend to wave my hair. I'll bet it will.
"Be a man already Cello," she says that made my eyes go wide open. If only you knew.
"Celine"
"Here, eat this soup that I cooked, give your baby a portion of food in your stomach you're stressing the baby. You are five months pregnant at least be careful Mirana. "
"You know my situation Cel," she says I know soon enough she'll cry again. Who is that guy?
"That's all I know about your situation and all I can say is, go to whatever father of the child you bring as simple as that. It's just as easy as you know he's here," I know she's just shy to show up to this guy or maybe she's scared. What happened to the two of them.
"I don't know how he would react. What if he doesn't believe it?" she asked desperately.
"How do you know if you haven't tried it yet? I understand you Mirana but it's the child we are talking about here, you can't even take care of yourself so well as the child! You can't eat well, What a mess you are eating at the restaurant. Whatever it is Mirana, please don't ever think of yourself because you are now taking with you your baby, "I said as I rub her palm on my face. Shit, what am I doing?
I had to brake the steering wheel and Drake looked at me as if I was crazy.
"Hey!" he screamed and I just ignored him. If I didn't just need his help I wouldn't have him.
Why did I push her to that man? Fuck me, now I'm looking for her. Why did I just learn to love her now?
"Hey," strangled by Drake. I looked at him badly and immediately turned his gaze to the road.
"Oh?"
"I know where she is now," I immediately stopped the vehicle and the heavy bus shook the highway. We are currently in the middle of the road.
"Fuck you! are you out of your mind? Let's find a place safe other than a middle of wheels!" he cursed while shouting at me.
"Where is she?" I asked completely ignoring his complaints, I need to know now.
"Aklan! Aklan! Aklan! Fuck you we're into prison in this action!" he shouted and I immediately turned the car around.
I'm going to get you, please let us talk. I will take responsibility for your child. I love you.
***
MIRANA
"Oh my gosh! Our sales have been so poor. My lipstick and powders haven't gone out of our way," Layla complained as she cupped the cups at the table of two new customers. Until today it was just before noon so we had two customers. Since Boracay is organized and cleared, there is only a limited number of tourists entering our area.
We are at station 2 of Boracay because right here you have a lot of foreigners and tourists coming and coming. Even bloggers try our dishes too. As the tourists innovated Layla's business, she thought of dishes that incoming customers could blog about. We created a new menu and it included frappes, cotton candy, ice cream, waffles, and tower burgers with twists, frappes made from fresh fruits such as mango, avocado, durian, and knuckle so she did a lot of research. Hawaiian style burger towers filled with pineapples like the Eiffel tower. Waffles filled with honey or chocolate syrup with strawberry or blueberry. Cotton candy that can be ordered and placed in a frappe or shake.
I just looked at her and she was just smiling.
"What? You're now a drama princess? You're not talking right now? I know you're not talkative but you're not mute," she said as she put the cups in the sink and wash it.
"I just miss my twin," I said sadly and her now frail face was replaced by sadness and pity.
"I know I don't know how the twins feel but I do feel your emotions," she said and took a new big cup in the cupboard and put some ice cream and she added plenty of whipped cream and toppings to chocolates and strawberry.
"Let's go eat this. Let's make this day four customers," she laughed, hardly that makes me laugh too.
"Thank you, Layla"
"Are you sorry you left that day?" she asked directly. Sometimes she was so straightforward to ask why I liked her.
"No, for me to make the right decision even when it came to my twin's loneliness and my son's conscience. But you can't blame me in those days, it was too painful for me to make that happen," I said as I squeezed the ice cream in front of me. The ice cream she made looked delicious but I didn't feel like eating it.
"Eat that ice cream, that's fucking expensive okay?"
"Yummy," I smiled at her and she smiled back.
"What if Marco finds you. What are you going to do?" she asked suddenly and I looked at her busy eating her ice cream.
"That's not happening," I answered and she looks at me with calmness in her eyes.
"Just answer me there's nothing wrong with that?"
"I don't know"
"Answer me"
"He will not know anything unless someone tells him," I said, make her go silent.
"Marco is way fucking rich, he can afford to pay for people to look for you."
"Tell me how many years have passed?"
"Y-yeah"
"Why are you asking by the way?"
"It's nothing. Because you say you feel guilty for your child."
"Even though I was guilty I could not let him get close to my son. I knew what he was capable of and didn't want him to get my son. I am going to die first," I said and she was immediately startled and stirred.
"Chill, eat ice cream."
"Sorry Lay."
"It's okay, I am the one who keeps asking," she laughed and held my hand.
"Whatever happens Mirana, I will always be true to you because I love you. You're my best friend and I want to help you," she sincerely said and started eating ice cream again.
"Now tell me who's the drama princess?"
"Both of us, "we both laugh at each other.
"When that day comes and Marco finds out where I am. I don't know what to do and I don't know what to do with the person who tells him where I am especially if I know who the person is."
