I spent the weekend at our home, and surprisingly, I haven’t notice any media lurching within our grounds. That’s a relief to be honest, but my parents forbid me to even leave the house at all. I can’t even spend an afternoon at the backyard to play catch with Buzz. Instead, I am holed up in our house to avoid any unwanted media eyes that are waiting for an opportunity to search for some gossips.
Not to mention that my parents also refrained me from watching the news or even to read whatever article is there on the net. But I can’t help myself not to browse through Facebook and Twitter news articles featuring what Chitchatted had announced to the world, and there are a lot of bashers against me with me doing nothing at all but to be with my childhood friend… boyfriend right now. But on the brighter side, there is an equal support as well, saying that if either the gossips were true, people should give us privacy and refrain from being an attention-seeker; instead, wait for any word from their still-Brión Siadhail actor again about the issue.
Though it is not actually such a boring weekend, there are countless of things keeping me busy. Not only about the homework and requirements that I need to accomplish for school, but there are still people who keep me informed and give a spare time to even at least chat with me.
For one reason, Airin keeps me updated on what are the happenings going on at Roebuck, informing me that there are still few media men staying around, waiting for my arrival. She even told me that it could even go along for days like that. In exchange, I informed her of what I and Sam decided upon. And swear, she screamed so loudly when I told her what happened at dinner.
“I told you that he’s really head-over-heels on you!” she told me, almost singing it in one happy and cheerful tune. “Gosh! I still can’t believe it that Frenchie is Brión. And within a day of the world knowing about his true identity and you as his mysterious girl, the two of you are already in a relationship! I feel so happy! When will I hear the wedding bells?”
“Airin, I’m not even sure at all,” I admitted to her as I lie down on my bed and Buzz nuzzled next to me. I threaded my fingers onto his furs. “It’s not that… I am not happy of him being my boyfriend. It just feels so unreal. It’s weird.”
“Hey, that’s what I also feel when I and Peter got together. It’s simply not weird. It is crazy! I tell you, it is the craziest thing to happen to me! But let me tell you this one as well, I am so happy.”
“But compared to me, you weren’t cornered to tell him right away that you accept his courtship. You make him wait for five months before you do. And I am right there in Phoenix with Sam and Andrik, with Sam waiting for me to answer within five minutes. You know what I mean.”
“Let me ask you, do you feel cornered by the question?”
That completely got me thinking. When Sam dropped the question, I’ve been asking myself that there’s a chance that he is just fooling with me, that he is only asking me because he is trying to find a way out of the loop not only for me, but for him as well. But Sam also knows that if he announces to the world that we are together, we’ll always be followed still. And yet, as he had also said, it won’t be like a complete buzz that gossips will arise after another gossip to find out the truth of how deep our relationship is. Still, at that very moment, that very question alone… it got me completely cornered with the battling inquiry in my head if: (1) I reject him and I am to deal with the gossips on my own, and even lose him along the way; and (2) I accept him and things only got worse or not, but still we’ll try to solve it together.
It’s very obvious though what I have chosen.
“For a minute right there.” I sighed. “I do feel cornered. I even questioned him if everything is indeed a written-play before and after dinner.”
“Girl!” She yelped, “That’s a total burn for the guy, Ada! I’ve known Frenchie as well as he being totally him. I don’t know if he is really like that, but trust me. I know it when someone is in love. The eyes speak everything that the truth of the mouth could simply neglect. So, are you sure of everything now? You still doubt him?”
“A part of me is telling that he only did that so that I won’t handle the gossips alone. At least, if the media knows that we are together, they’ll find some news entertaining that will involve the two of us than either from us. But…”
“But…?” If Airin is right in front of me at this very moment, I know that I’ll see that knowing smirk of hers.
“You know how protective my Dad is. And he had known Sam like he is his son as well. Dad won’t simply allow him to do so, not even to the extent of letting Sam to one day take my hand in marriage. It’s as if Sam has an intention of making me his wife without any clue or invite at all,” I answered.
“Boys are boys. They won’t try to lie with their feelings especially when they are in front of their lover’s parents. Of course, they won’t take such a huge step like that if they’re not sure. They’ll only do that if they are fools who want to be skinned alive.” I hear her sighed heavily. “Anyway, I miss you already. Are you returning to Roebuck tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I would. One absent in class had caused me big time already. I don’t want people to start thinking that I am one weak person who can’t handle the world of the upper side of UCD.”
And when I wake up way much earlier than usual the following morning, I almost curse myself that I should have asked either Mom or Dad to drive me back to Roebuck in the middle of the night so that I don’t need to adjust my morning schedule at all. To tell the truth, it surprise me to find out that I woke up way much earlier than my alarm; only to learn later on that the reason I woke up is that my phone is completely ringing wildly.
I frantically reach out for it from my bedside table. I didn’t even take a moment at all to read the caller’s name, and I just simply answer it, greeting with one sleepy voice still, “Hello?”
“Good morning, a mhuirnín.”
I instantly push myself up from the covers and narrow my eyes. I am surprise as well to find out that my voice had loose its sleepy tone and immediately replaced with a sturdy one. “Sam?”
“Who do you think will call you first thing at the morning, a mhuirnín?” he asks. Teasing is completely visible on his voice. I could tell that he is enjoying it. “Are you anticipating for someone else aside from me?”
“Do you know what time is it? It’s just seven o’clock! I could use the remaining few minutes to sleep if I want to save money, and come along with Mom on the way to UCD.”
“Don’t worry, Ada. I called at your home just a minute ago that I’ll be the one to fetch you from there, and we’ll go to school together. Let’s give a good impression to everyone that we are really together. Be prepared by eight-thirty.”
“Are you insane? Just thirty minutes…”
“Of course, I can.”
“You drive insane.”
“You’ve called me insane twice within just two seconds. Still, I love you. Anyway, what can you say that it is your boyfriend waking you up in the morning, and the last one to greet you goodnight at the evening?”
Yeah, he doesn’t need to remind me of that. Since that dinner last Friday, when I messaged him that I got home safe, he called just to tell me ‘goodnight’. For Saturday and Sunday mornings, he called at exactly nine, knowing that it will be my usual waking up hours; and he’ll also call me by nine in the evening to ask how my day went and greet ‘goodnight’ as well. I wasn’t able to have a long conversation with him ever since last Friday, and his alibi was the fact that he has to settle everything that will be necessary for the right time that he’ll announces to the public that we’re together. But every time that he called or even leave me a message at all, he’ll always tell me: “I love you.”
I still find it weird to see or even hear him say those words. I don’t even imagine telling those words to him at all. And I am glad that he doesn’t expect me to do so as well right away. But I know how true and pure his feelings are. I know that I should be able to tell those words to him as well.
“Idiot,” I answer. “You’re turning everything like Brión Siadhail.”
“You forget, a mhuirnín, that I am Brión Siadhail,” he replies.
I try to play it cool as well along with him. “Well, I remember that my boyfriend is Sam Bryce Beltrami, not Brión Siadhail.”
He laughs. “I love you way much more. So, be ready when I arrive. Both of us don’t want to be late for school. I love you.”
Before I could even utter another word at all, the call ends already. I stare longingly at the blank screen, and realizing that I have a remaining forty-five minutes to sleep, I return to the comfort of the covers once again. My mind and heart completely happy how with Sam’s effort, I could still sleep like the way I usually does when I am in Roebuck.
I owe him that.
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