Chapter 11 Preparation

All week we spent our time rehearsing and going to different places because we were one of the lucky ones to get in. I have no time for myself even in writing. Fortunately, the novel I'm writing is over so I don't have any problems. I still have a long time and I can't sleep so I'll just look for my own distraction.
I picked up the laptop and brewed coffee, I just took bread and stuffing. When I realized that all I needed was something in me that I was not satisfied with, I looked around, very quietly and I could only breathe in one air. I even overcame what was left because I didn't even have anyone to talk to at home, no one was preparing me coffee and no one was making noise. Instead of going straight to the living room I went out of the house, in the small yard there was a mini table there that was placed under the shade of a tree, there I decided to do the things I wanted to do because I could think better, especially that's when I'm under the tree.
It's time to create a new story. I have no pending or drafts. Often because I can't do it or it's enough for me to just think about the flow of the story in the brain instead of writing it.
"I want to try... Um, Fantasy?" I asked myself then leaned on the trunk of the tree.
I want to explore but I'm afraid. Maybe later I'll just have fun. But I want to try!
Agh! Why I have this kind of fvcking brain?!
Instead of arguing with myself I just put stuffing on the breads I took out, this will also be my only lunch. I looked around, only a few cars were passing by and I hoped that uncle was already there. He used to visit me often and sometimes he was even with Zeren. Not until Zeren really needs to be honed because with her, uncle will take care of the company. In the midst of my stupidity, Patricio's name registered on my cell phone. I answered it quickly and opened the camera.
He looked at me in shock as he put powder on his face. "That's what you eat in the morning? Eww, you'll get fat from that, then no one will like you, then you'll grow old without even benefiting from your egg cell, then when you die you'll just be thrown into a creek It's close to you. So if I were you, stop eating that," he said continuously and then pulled his hair out.
I stopped putting peanut butter on the bread and then looked at him intently. "I am not you. So I'll eat what I want," I said briefly then quickly ate the bread.
He used to be like that. Paranoid. Often what he says comes true but not in the peanut butter. He just gives meaning and story to all my movements and worst, it ends in death.
I just listened to his stories about his nieces and nephews that he is still studying. Funny, some of his siblings got married but Patricio himself provided the schooling. I witnessed all his sacrifices. He rarely ate so that's how he lost weight unlike our college days where it was a bit fat. But nah! Because of his image now and the built of his body... Girls can literally chase him. I just laugh at women who tell me to flirt because I'm with Patricio everyday. Not knowing that my friend is a gay. Like eww. How poor. Those kind of girls are deserve to be ignored. Desperate. I hate it! Isn't it possible if you don't want to, don't want to?
"Then what? Will you give it to me? Just like the old days? You know what Patricio, leave it in their parents, in your siblings. You are not obliged to send your nephews to school especially in the first place, they have parents working. Unless you do it out of your will and you voluntarily offer to support their children financially when it comes to their studying. Sorry but, your siblings are very irresponsible. Can I have your permission to slap their face? Their trashy mindset to be exact, "I said angrily and then drank coffee.
I can't help but get bored. They don't see Patricio's suffering and even more so what kind of work Pat is getting into just for his nephews.
"Don't be afraid to speak, Patricio. Look at yourself, have you accumulated anything? Own house? Business? Are you happy with what you're doing? Don't answer me in a yes with an exclamation point okay? I'm disgusted with your family, thou I have no rights. But hell? They make you a puppet, once sales are weak then what? They will let you. 'Don't give all your salary. Save yours, at the end of the day, do you think they can help you if in the first place they just depend on you." I just stared at him as he looked away.
I said what I really wanted. He is pitiful. I could see in its eyes the loss of appetite. I know he doesn't need advise or what but he needs my opinion even he don't care.
"Can we meet? Let's go to Mara," he suddenly said to you as if nothing had happened.
I got it. Trying to ignore what happened a minute ago.
"Mara is on duty now. She's busy as always Pat. Her patient might even die coming with us. I'll be waiting for you here," I said then sat down.
"Where are we going? Somewhere? I don't have anything to eat here."
"Can you come here first? Make it faster okay? We're going somewhere. I'll wait for you here. Goodbye." I immediately turned off the phone so that he could no longer speak.
I just sighed because it all ended up in the story, I thought I could think of a new scenario and story. I just put things on the table and cleaned the house while he was gone. I took a shower so I'll just change my clothes. I packed my things now, most and school supplies were placed in a black bag. Most of my important belongings are in the mansion because it is more secured there than here. I stopped combing when I caught the reflection of Patricio staring hard at the flowers in my yard that I didn't know were blooming.
"I'm here! Patricio Pastolero!" he says I even heard the rattle of iron at my gate.
I quickly opened it and hurriedly entered. It was a man in his clothes that resembled the forms of the men inside the mansion. Polished and folded sleeves up to elbows.
"I'm thirsty," he cuts to my thoughts.
"Just take that." I just let him do what he wanted.
He doesn't move things, he just watches and only uses his mouth. When I was done we decided to leave, because we were both poor we just took a taxi. His smile was still there when he knew we were going to the mansion. I know he hasn't eaten yet, only the mansion can give him food for free, sometimes he even goes home.
"Why are we here at the mansion?" he tangling while we were under the blazing sun.
He was holding the umbrella because he was taller and the bag pack that I was using was strapped to his back.
"Let's eat. I'm hungry," I answered then he stopped.
"You're just coming here to the mansion to eat?" his unbelievable question.
I always do that. Went to mansion just to eat. "Yes. I have something to do too, so hurry up."
When we arrived, instead of drinking water, he quickly talked to my aunts in the living room. After we ate lunch we decided to go upstairs. I just left the door open because I m not used to having a man in the room. Biologically, gay is still a guy. They have a sperm, that's why!
"How long have you been there?" he asked as he helped me pack.
"Don't know. I'll be back here on holiday, I think? Then after that I'll attend our meeting first week of November then I'll be moving to another region again to attend some seminars," I said here, then closed the suitcase.
He sighed and then lay down on my bed. "What's that! You're just going to lose your time. Never mind, I'm also one of those who will be with the seminar in November so just wear a hat! Your student will be fine ah! Hold on to our school!" he said raising two fists.
I just circled it and then lowered the suitcase to the bed. I looked at the calendar. Seminar is always there. I'll be busy for the next month. My birthmonth.
"Where are we going to celebrate your birthday?" he gave me a reason to release the passport that I would have kept.
"Don't know. I have a seminar. I can't celebrate my birthday for now. Rest is enough."