Shoulder of Hera Toralva

HERA'S black hair was so shiny that it was just a little kiss on her shoulder. Crowning glory, indeed. She enjoys brushing it as she faces the mirror. Most people envy her hair so she flaunts it even more. She had it color when she wanted. Just like now, while she was combing it, she seemed to want to paint it blue, even though it was forbidden in their school.

Hmn, how about a week of blue color? Maybe she can make excuses at the school she attends and it's great that her daddy donates well there. She grinned at the thought.

She stopped combing, picked up her phone, then tapped on it, and posted a selfie with a caption: Who's up for blue hair? With emoji with all teeth flex smileys, in IG. She giggled when in less than five minutes someone had a heart in his pic.

Sixteen-year-old Hera zipped up her shoulder bag, then hurried out of her room. She is going to the salon. She will do what she wants, she won't spend the money of the teachers in her hair, anyway.

"YOU had that physchic ability in you because you're a ghost."

"So, Xian is right."

"Yes. I would like to ask you if you think you did the right thing. It's just that, in these events that I can't clarify, maybe there's a reason why you discovered that ability. I guess , that's what you call people that everything has a reason."

"I'm sorry, Azraelle," Ashey heaved a confusing sigh.

She only consulted the angel about the incident because she remembered that she had blame him last time for her feelings. It was also good and she found out he's here to visit her to let her know the state of his stay in the world of the living.

"You don't have to. I also think that my humanity has improved for a while and that all of this really has a purpose for you. We will look for an answer sooner or later. For now, as you said, let's stick to our plan: I'll live like a human while we still don't know the answer to all of this," Azraelle said to Ashey with a smile.

He doesn't seem bothered now, unlike last time. He just reciprocated with a miserly smile. At her home in Manila the angel stays as he endures humanity- temporarily. As they say, an awkward situation is faced with full courage and immediate action. Anyway, even though the angel gradually became human, he was still able to teleport to her in Zambales. They're glad about it-- as if only a select few of Azraelle's abilities were lost. That's a sign that there's still a chance. While they're searching for an answer, Azraelle has also applied for a job and is really living like a normal person.

"Besides, you should really apply to yourself the words of you people that if you feel it's right, why do you hold yourself to that matter? I believe also that all of this recently happenings of your life, in a real sense of it is also has purpose in your second life. And learn to trust your guts too, Ashey. During my stay in your world, I have noticed many people defend on their guts."

"Thank you, Azraelle."

"It's too early to say that. By the way, maybe you still have stocks of Instant pancit canton here? Calamansi flavor hopefully. Can I ransack your boyfriend's cupboard and fridge, he doesn't here, right?" Azraelle's eyebrows went up and down, when he said that.

Ashey laughed. It looks like the angel has a favorite food in the human world.

"Try the spicy flavor too. It's so delicious!"

"I'm not fond of spicy, human. Calamansi flavor is enough."

"WHAT'S THAT ?! You idjot!" Hera was annoyed with the gay man who was assigned to her at the salon she went to.

While she was busy with her cell phone, a small potion of hair color he was applying to her hair slammed into her shoulders.

"I'm sorry madam. I just missed you," the parlorist apologized, even though he didn't meant it.

Well, Hera is a 16 year old customer of their salon. Son of the chairman in the area, with attitude. She thought she were old when she acted. No respect. It's only been a week and a vacation so maybe the teenager who had bad attitude thought of dyeing her hair.

"You're saying, you're a real fool! You know there's a tendency for you to throw me out, you took off the satin cape right away!" Hera did not fit in with the insults said, she stood up and threw the 200 peso bill at the parlorist.

"Oh, there. It's embarrassing for you. I'll tip you that. Idiot!" She shouted.

Hera took out the debit card to pay for the salon service on her hair, before she finally left the salon.

Hera smiled broadly as she looked at the passing car parked, her new hair color. And at least, even though the homosexual was a fool, he was able to color his hair properly.

"Ouch!"

"Oh, sorry, Missy!"

"Fvck you! Sorry your ass!"

Hera angrily threw a large rock that she saw on the side of the road, the wheel of a bicycle that had hit her on her left shoulder. Hera even smiled when she witnessed how the biker swayed on the road. Stupid person deserves that. The world does not run out of fools because everyone just lets go of their stupidity when they apologize. He looked over his left shoulder. The left shoulder that was also hit by gay in the salon earlier.

"Hey, let's just go home and stab the people I meet today." Hera just said in her mind and decided to go home.

Arielle: Jeez, you can't wait to finish class!

Tricia: You slay beeech!

Fatima: Cool!

Hera just smiled at the comments of her followers on IG with her hashtag new look and hashtag new hair color selfie. Particularly in the comments of his three close friends Arielle, Tricia and Fatima.

She had just posted and immediately drew hearts and comments. Of course! Everything she does went trending. She is also known at the school she attends, so she has a lot of followers. Those who follow her are already among the loosers at school, she knows. Many followers feel happy. It boosts the ego.

"The soap in the bathtub is okay now, Ms. Hera," her maid interrupted her thoughts. She demand to prepares her perfume liquid soap to her so she can take a bath.

"Shall I go with you to the bathroom? It's like you broke the shower, it hasn't been fixed yet--"

"Not anymore. Your face is just irritating." Ignorantly she waved her hands in response to the maid.

One of the things that irritates her are people like their helpers. She said she would go to the bathroom with her, she was even made her a fool like her. She took off her clothes. Then she changed it into a bathrobe. While Hera's wearing her bathrobe, she noticed a sizeable bruise mark on her left shoulder. Disgusted, she gently stroked it.

"My toes, my knees, my shoulders, my head .."

Hera rolled her eyeballs. She could hear that silly song again from their neighbor who had a three -year -old son. The bathroom should be sound proof as well. She just forgot to tell his daddy.

"Yaya!" He calls the maid.

She would demand to weaken the loud prank their neighbor was playing. Case in point, she's already gone to the call, the fool is still not coming. Really stupid.

"Ouch!" She moaned again when the telephone shower she used to shower her hair accidentally hit her shoulder with a bruise, while her body was soaked in the bathtub.

She still gets annoyed when she remembers the people she has encountered before. The stupidity of their assistant really added to it. He didn't think that their stupidity would irritate him in a day!

"Why don't you dare called yourself a fool too?"

"Huh ?! Ya-yaya... Yaya!" Hera needs help.

That was the first thing her mind said when a woman dressed in the same school uniform of her, suddenly came up to her feet. The woman's face was almost covered with her wet hair from being immersed in the bathtub. How did she got there?

"You drove her away then you're going to call her now? You're crazy if you think the stupid maid you're talking about will help you."

"Yaya! Wh-- Who are you?!" Hera kept calling the maid.

She did not take her eyes off the woman at her feet who was now parting the hair on her face. It even shook the ID she worn around the neck because it had been wet. If she wasn't a fool, in the bathtub wearing, he could really get wet. When she parted her hair, Hera recognized who it was...

"I'm glad to know that you seem recognize 'me, Hera Toralva."

"How did you get in here ?!" Hera's punishing eyes glazed over at the woman she now knew.

She was ready to use the telephone shower she was holding anytime, if she would hurt her. But, she was about to climb into the bathtub when the woman stopped her. She grabbed her by both of her legs, and pulled!

"Don't leavw me. Let's take a bath."

"Fvck you!" She just waved the telephone shower to the woman without saying that it spewed out a lot of hot water!

"You're the fool who ruined that, Hera, 'remember?" The woman blurted out, referring to the telephone shower.

She took the telephone shower from her. Hera thought a thanks that because the woman took it from. The woman did turn off the warmer button of the telephone shower, but--- there was no a word that it hit her injured shoulder!

With the force of the impact of the blow on her, Hera lost her balance and flatly collapsed and hit the back of her head on the marble bathtub.

"Head, shoulder, knees and toes..."

Another version of the nursery rhyme can be heard from the neighbor of the Toralvas, when the woman leaves Hera Toralva with her eyes straight at the ceiling and lifeless.