Chapter 15 Suspicious

Zeke:
Have you opened that paper bag?
Zeke:
If not, can we meet? Please take the paper inside, it's ruined.
Zeke:
Please don't read. Because that thing is confidential.
Zeke:
Hey? Busy?
Zeke:
Please reply Annika.
Zeke:
I'll wait for you here outside the hotel, I'm wearing a black shirt and jeans.
Zeke:
Are you asleep? Okay. Maybe tomorrow morning. Good night.
Zeke:
Good morning. Do you have a seminar today? What time will it end? Are you busy? Because my boss needs the paper in the paper bag I gave you. See you at twelve o'clock.
I took a shower out of nowhere. I just wore simple pajamas and a gray t-shirt. It was close to twelve so I was even more in a hurry. I wonder why he takes that role. That role is why I just woke up and hurried to get dressed just to return a paper he needed. Based on what I read, that paper is mine. My full name is on there.
Confidential? Yeah, that thing is really confidential. Because I should be the only one who knows what he writes there. I don't know where Patricio went, it's a normal day again. It was also a normal day that happened yesterday with a few events. I didn't rush down because he might notice.
I trained my own face as if wondering. Even before I got out, I noticed the port of his body, I knew it was him. It had its back to me and was wearing a hat, it was sitting up and resting its two elbows on its knees and its face was just bowed. He seems to be thinking deeply. I stared again at the extra -thick paper I was holding. Fortunately, I was able to remove it properly and I didn't open it openly. When I got closer I stopped right in front of him, causing him to slowly look up. The shock that prevails in its eyes is forced to be normal. It stood up slowly and then looked at the paper I was holding.
"Is this what you're looking for?" I simply asked so it looked at me. "Don't worry, I didn't read it. I fell asleep right away. Pat only took the food because it might be bitter," I added so it was swallowed. "Here." I reached for it and he quickly took it. Its trembling hands picked it up and stared intently.
I acted all normal and pretended to be wondering as well. "Is that at work? It looks just as important," I asked as he nodded.
"Yes. I-I'll pass it on to the boss. Will you just wake up?" he changes the atmosphere between the two of us. I simply smiled then nodded.
My eyes caught his eyes went to my lips and swallowed more. "Yes. Do you need anything else?" It was like we were the only people inside the hotel.
What is happening now is strange because I am not used to him just quietly listening to me. Often he is the one blabbering on.
"Nothing. This is all I need. All right, come on in. T-Thank you," he said straining the smile given to me.
I turned around and then smiled. He will not fool me. The Ficarros know how to play. Hoping that he's aware of that. Before I entered the elevator I could clearly see how it was in a hurry to open that paper and take a deep breath. He seemed to believe what was said.
Work? Liar. When else has confession been related to work? It was his job now to back off from something. Did he write something he couldn t stand? Coward.
Our vision was even right before the elevator finally closed. I sneered at it causing her eyes to widen.
"What's going on you, Zeke?" I whispered then laughed softly.
Looks like a kid. When I went up to Pat's room, I still didn't find a shadow of him. I don t know where to look for him because I don t memorize this whole place. I just went inside and then sat on the bed. I chose to face the terrace while looking at my laptop. My first sight was an app that I often put the things I write about. I haven't been able to write for a few weeks. I'm not comfortable.
I quickly opened it and the novels I had worked so hard for, eight years ago, opened up to me. I revised the stories that I wrote when I was eleven. I was the only one who was shocked by what I was writing then. Almost of them is all about training, rules and so on. It s almost all about what I ve been through. But what s more remarkable is a story that until now I still haven t moved. And once again I can only read it now. Uncle said,
"Be good enough with him."
To the driver that he was referring.
I shook my head. "Okay then," that was my answered.
When I read that first verse, the past came back to me. When I was five years old. He was our caretaker because the elders were often away from the mansion. Their trust him so much that why I did, also. He makes us laugh and smile. We were comfortable with him.
In the middle of the night, eleven o'clock, to be exact.
I was sittin 'at the sofa, near from the main door.
Waiting for my uncle to go home.
Someone open the door.
He smiled and looked at me. "Zorteo's eyes," he whispered then smirked.
"Why do people trust me so much?"
"Because you are kind with them," I answered.
He smirked and touched my cheeks. "You think so?"
I shook my head and smiled to the person I trust the most, because he is kind and always there with me, unlike to my uncle.
I stopped reading as that man's face once again registered in my mind. He was a very kind person, it didn't seem like time had passed because I still remember all the details. All the children were asleep then while I could not sleep. I stood near the main door to wait for Tito. In those days, I preferred to take care of us more than my uncle. So are the children, whoever is kind that they will trust. He is the one I trust.
"Is it better to trust those people who did nice to you or those people who did something bad just to protect you?" he asked meaningfully to me.
I can see my reflection on his eyes, I was confusing. "I rather to choose the first one." I am really confusing about the other choices. If they want to protect me, why did they choose to make something bad?
"If people did nice to you, don t trust them. If people whisper something to you, don't you ever to believe them. When someone who wrote something for you, ignore them." He smiled sweetly as he hugged me.
I saw my mirror at my side and our reflection. "W-Why?"
"Don t trust anyone and what they did to you. Learn to feel their presence, their words and their action. Because no one knows. The person who trusts you the most might want to kill yo— "
I saw his hand held a knife that was on my neck.
He was about to stabb me but the bullet is faster than its knife. I didn't see what happened next because of my uncle hands was covering my eyes.
I closed my eyes tightly when I remembered how I cried out loud then and uncle calmed me down. That was the first time I saw my uncle holding a gun and how he would shoot the man I trusted more than my blood relative. From that day, I was afraid to trust.
Even my uncle told me not to trust anyone lightly. That's why I can't easily give them a trust specially to those boys.
I m not finishing reading what I wrote before. The difficulty of this. That type you really want to trust but are you afraid it might ruin your character. I don't want to be broke again and feel that I am missing.
"I'm sure of how I feel. But I'm afraid to tell you and I don't know how. I don't want to further damage our connection with each other if you read this..."
I looked again at the birds flying freely in the sky. When will I be like them? Be free of the past.
"When someone who wrote something for you, ignore them."
"Don't trust anyone and what they did to you. Learn to feel their presence, their words and their action..."
It s hard to get stuck in two things you want to believe but one is the opposite. There is a huge difference between words and their actions.