![]() CHAPTER IX. PLAYING THE GAMEA Chapter by Dhaye“Hi, sweetheart!” Rico greeted me while kissing me in my cheek. I am ashamed of what he has said and done. I knew I’d blushed. “What’s this Rico? You’re overreacting,” I told him. “I am your boyfriend now, remember? Besides, it’s only a kiss on your cheek.” “So, why are you here?” I asked him. “Let’s have a dinner outside. Perhaps our first date,” he said while chuckling. “You are making all of these a joke!” “No! I mean, I actually want to go somewhere with you,” he said with seriousness. “Where?” I asked him. This time, it seems I’m playing a complicated game. A game which I don’t know if it will ruin my life, or Rico’s heart. Rico seems happy with what he’s doing. I just don’t know how can I refuse. He’s been so good to me.
It’s been five months and I am feeling difficulties in conceiving. While I can see myself in front of a mirror, with this bulging belly, I remember Miguel and our memories during that summer. Our story repeats in my mind every now and then. And everytime I remember the last part of our story, my tears tend to fall down.
“Hi,” Rico greeted me while giving a bouquet of flowers. “Thank you,” I said while touching the Daisy flowers. “You have a different taste, huh? Most men give roses in bouquets.” “Roses might hurt you, but not that Daisies,” he said. I just smiled at him. Rico always wanted me to be happy.
He stays with me the whole day. We talk about some senseless things and then laugh at our old stories of embarrassing moments during our youth. Sometimes he holds my hand and kiss it, and I never refuse. We have a deal. He’ s my boyfriend. But something deep inside me makes me bother. Is it guilt? How long can I stay with him or he with me in this complicated game? © 2013 Dhaye |
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