Chapter 19

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I HAVE Nothing to say about her cooking. She is good at cooking I gladly enjoy my food. While we were eating, she told me a lot.

“I’m Barbie Ann Fuendes by the way. You may think I'm talking too much to you but I haven't even introduced myself. ”

"I'm Celestine Alcazar." I responded to her handshake.

“Wow! Such a nice name,” she said while holding my palm tightly. I even felt a slight squeeze from her. I pulled it myself when she almost didn't want to let it go. She didn't notice what I did or maybe she was just pretending.

Since she was sitting next to me I could still clearly see how she was struggling while she was wearing short shorts.

“I’m not sure if we have the same age, Celestine. Celestine is very long. Can I just call you Lestine. Much cuter.” Sounds strange, but it's okay. I nodded in agreement. "Then call me Barbs."

"I'm twenty-four."

“Oh. I'm twenty-five. It's only been a year since I thought I was too old for you.” She stood up and then took the plates from the table after we finished eating.

I got up too, I didn't want to let her do all the works.

"Don't," she told me as I was about to take the plates to the sink. “Just stay where you are, darlin. I'll take care of it. If you want, you can go to my cousin's room or the living room first. I barely opened the door for you. If you want to rest or sleep. I don’t mind.”

I was stunned by what she said. Earlier I was yawning as she finished eating and told me a story. I think she noticed what I did. I didn't really get a good night's sleep. I guess it took us five o'clock in the morning of Bellevera’s naughtiness.

He felt like I’ll be interested in his performance. He just doesn't know how sick I am of what he did to me. I don’t like any of his kindness or intention, that’s for sure.

I did her advice. I saw the slightly open door with another door next to it. That's probably Barbie's room. I no longer locked the door when I entered the room. We're both women so it's okay if she enters.

The room was tidy and the picture of the two of them and her cousin was displayed there. Opposite the bed looks like a study area even though it should be a make-up area. But in the volume of the book, it looks like a study table compared to the make-ups that are there.

I didn't want to go to bed but I felt like I was being pulled to lie down. I'm feeling sleepy. I was forced to come closer to the bed. The soft bed looks inviting. If I was in my apartment, for sure I wouldn't be able to rest like this.

I remember what I was going to receive. I should receive the delivery today but I haven't received a text or call from them.

I got up from lying on the bed to look at the bag I had dropped on the side table. When I check my phone, there was no text there until I confirmed that I had a low battery, so my phone didn't ring. Thank goodness. I will no longer borrow a charger for my iPhone. I don't want Bellevera to call and scold me again. If I could just stay here for a few days, I would just get away from Bellevera's shadow.

Will she allow me to stay here for at least two days? I just want to take a break from Bellevera. I'll just ask her later. I yawned again until drowsiness slowly pulled my eyes.

The room was nice, cold even though I didn't have much aircon to turned on. I feel to sleep longer. I just hope Barbie doesn't scold me if I sleep here. At least I could rest for a while as she said that I should take a rest.

I closed my eyes until I finally gave up.

IF it wasn't for the hand that suddenly caressed my hair I wouldn't be going to open my eyes. I woke up immediately only to see the woman sitting next to me.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"

“N-Not really. I was just surprised."

"I was going to fix your bed but you look so tired so I didn’t bother waking you up." She stood up as she pulled up a chair across from me. "Are not you hungry? It's almost eight o'clock in the evening.”

I faced her when I heard that. “I'm sorry… But I know we just suddenly met. Is it okay for you if I stay here for around two days? I know it’s too much, but my place wasn’t good.”

“No worries. My pleasure. Who would refuse a model like you? Anyway, I can help you fix your place if you don’t mind.”

Quick shaking of my head I did as a refusal. “No. I don’t mind at all. I know I'm not good at organizing. Another thing looks like I need assistance as well.”

“Good. Great deal!”

“Feel free to stay here for days or weeks, I don’t mind. Lizzle has already told me—she’s my cousin that she can stay with her family. Might be she will spend Christmas there.”

She looks kind and I think what she shows me is true. I can’t judge a person in an instant but as how Barbie is telling me things, it seems real. Looks like we're going to be good friends.

Barbie invited me into her kitchen so we could have dinner together. Her dad is dead while her mom is living in Thailand, working there as a teacher. He's a singer at the bar, I mean it's not a dirty bar. A decent bar for foreigners. And the fact that she earns three-fourths of my income as a flight attendant in a day, seems like she’s making a good living.

After the story, we sat in her living room. We barely even talked there.

“Ever since Lizzle was hurt by what Zeke did to her, she has taken it to her heart. She even cut her hair out until she became bald.”

My eyes widened looking at Barbie. I can’t believe Bellevera got her pregnant and wasn’t responsible for that. This is what she wanted to tell me from the start, staying away from Bellevera’s presence.

“He’s a wrecker! I swear, I wanted to kill him after my cousin got her miscarriage as he was not responsible for what he did.”

Barbie's cousin also went through a lot so it's not surprising that she is angry with Bellevera for her cousin.

“So if I'm with you, think about it. He’s a beast. A brutal ashole, ready to capture his prey.”

Sad to say. I am already his prey. No matter what reminders Barbie does to me, I’m already caught by Bellevera. And it looks like I will have a hard time getting away from the young man's threat to me.

“Beware of Zeke’s venom. He wasn’t a good guy after all.”

I nodded at what she said. “I know. I will try my best not to be his victim.”

“Good. Anyway, I know you're not feeling sleepy anymore. Let's just watch a movie so we can relax and until we felt our eyelids heavy.”

She invited me to watch a movie after she fixed the television. The movie is good, very popular. I’ve heard it and read it but I didn’t think that the show ‘Blue is the warmest color’ was censored.

I don’t know why I seem to be carried away by the movie. I felt a strange heat up as we were in the middle of watching the hot scene of the two actresses.

We sat at each end of the sofa, at a distance we were impossible to get close to. There was something on my part that I wanted to approach and caress to mimic what we were watching. I saw that she was anxious and could not rest her head.

‘D-Do you want me to turn it off?’ she asked me then she came next to me and sat down.

“N-No. It’s fine.” The censored scene is coming to an end, so, I don’t mind. She starts looking at me looks like she’s not comfortable. "A-Are you okay?"

She took a deep breath then leaned back on the sofa. "I feel like I have a fever."

I reached for the remote and turned it off myself. She doesn't seem to be comfortable with the show.

"Is that your first time watching it?" I asked her as she rolled her eyes, looking at the ceiling. Is he sleepy or what?

“I’m not sure either. It just gives me a kind of something that makes me keep on fire.”

Honestly, I feel the same way and feel like I also want to do what we watched. That's why it's embarrassing for her. Later she would think it differently.

“Aren’t you an anti-LGBT community?” later she asked after a few breaths as if lowering his improper breathing.

“No. Not at all. I also want to have LGBT member friends. They are good.”

“Good. I’m glad you like them. Do you know there are many types of lesbians?”

“Yes. But I'm not aware.”

She stared at me until she stopped looking at my lips. I don’t know what she’s implying but it seems weird. A bizarre feeling that I might be experiencing once in my life.