CHAPTER 9 - LE LENDEMAIN MATIN 2

Looking at her bedroom window…….she could see the young Architect and her best friend were talking.

She notices also the smile dub on the young bar owner’s face while she was wiping her eyes.

‘Wait is she crying? Why? What happened?’ Talking to herself while looking at her ‘Persons of Interest’ in her binocular.

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FLASHBACK

Last night………..I mean early that morning, considering its three-thirty in the morning when they arrive at the young Architect’s unit…………was rather excruciating for the young surgeon.

Hence, the latter was being difficult, mainly when waking her up……the young de Castro has to carry her from her car to her unit, she’s glad she’s in condition or else it will be the death of her.

Knowing she’s on the penthouse floor……with a total floor of 110.....what woman would dare to carry a person weighing 120 pounds that long? NO ONE……only her.

People inside the elevator were looking at them, especially that the young bar owner was very comfortable in her position, resting her head at the crook of the neck of Glaiza while encircling her two arms around at the young surgeon’s neck, who by the way feels goosebumps all over her body every time Rhian would inhale and exhale.

A tingling sensation is what she feels as she senses the person’s lips that she carried was touching her bare neck or would she say kissing?

Her legs were a little bit wobbly because of this predicament that she’s experiencing right now.

She wants it to be over, this woman will be definitely the death of her.

If she didn’t know better she would think that her god sister is taking advantage of the situation.

But she knows the latter is not like that, so she has to suck it up until they will arrive on the penthouse floor.

‘Jesus…Lord in Heaven…….please…please give me strength.’ Praying silently to her head, trying to overcome this sensual feeling.

This is really …really bad how can she think of filthy scenarios on her own god sister for crying out loud, this is not her, definitely not her.

As they arrive at the penthouse floor the young surgeon hurrying up to step out in the elevator.

Glaiza was trying to wake her up, in order for her to get her passcode………….but unfortunately for some reason, the young drunkard was not responding to her question unlike earlier.

She was balancing the drunk young bar owner in her hold while getting her high-tech gadget in her pocket to unlock the passcode door of the totally wasted woman, she’s really glad she came prepared.

After so much difficulty and struggles……..…….at last she successfully open the penthouse door, if not she may drop her god sister on the floor, it will be a tragic sighting to behold.

She hurriedly went to Rhian’s Room, because her arms are killing her now.

As the young surgeon opens the bedroom, thankful that it’s not locked………she instantaneously went to the bed and putting Rhian slowly, but as she’s going to release the former from her hold, the young Architect pulls her along to her bed that causes Glaiza to be on top of Rhian.

Opening her eyes, the young Ramos was smiling…….staring affectionately to the young de Castro.

“Hi there……..……where are you going, Angel? Did I not ask you to not leave me?” Even in her delusional state, the young bar owner can still formulate a proper sentence and to Glaiza’s surprise, she can still remember what she just tells her in the parking area at the bar.

The young Surgeon doesn’t know if the woman below her is serious? Or dreaming……who knows, only her god sister knows.

“Answer me…..I’m waiting.” With an entreating and very staid look.

Now, what will she answer?

“Mmm, I …..I will just prepare your clothes so I can change you……..I'm not living you okay?” Not sure what to say nonetheless she gave up and surrender to the plea of the young woman below her whose now smiling widely.

“Promise?” Rhian

“Promise.” Glaiza

“Cross your heart?” Rhian

“Cross my heart.” Glaiza, miming the cross sign, trying to push her weight to her other arm, so she could not put pressure on Rhian’s body whose a mere inch on her own, since the former’s both hands are now encircling her neck, scared that she will walk away…….away from her.

“And one more thing.......you didn’t answer my question earlier.” Feeling relieve now and smiling shyly.

“What question?” Now the young surgeon is more confuse………confuse that she’s having a proper conversation with the intoxicated person…….well, wondering still if she is.

Confuse for her question and more confuse why the young bar owner is so casual to her…………knowing that they just meet an hour ago or is it because Rhian thought she’s an Angel?

‘Ugh’….what’s happening?

“Did I not say ‘WILL YOU MARRY ME?’” Looking at her straight at the eyes.

Closing her eyes trying to digest what just ensured by this intoxicated woman below her…………but then as she opens her eyes, for the second time today…….the drunk woman under her fall to sleep.

She could even hear a small snuffle.

The young Surgeon just shakes her head but with a grin on her flushed face.

What an interesting day it is.

END OF FLASHBACK

She was pulled back to reality, from her musing when she heard her phone ringing.

Before she answered her phone, the young Surgeon looking back at her binocular to see what happened on the other side of the building.

Then she feels relive looking at the person she vowed to look out for, now laughing heartily with her friend and enjoying the breakfast she prepared……….she smiled knowing she makes the young bar owner smile genuinely.

Because for the fast three days that she’s been watching the young woman, her smile never reached her eyes…………….only just now.

Knowingly, patting her shoulder for doing a great job.

“Yes? Hello, Dr. Glaiza de Castro speaking? Yes of course I’ll be there. Tell her to don’t worry……I’ll be there before she knows it.

I’ll just ride my bike…….yes…yes, I’ll be careful Anne don’t worry…….you know I’ll always do…….but thank you for always reminding me……I appreciate it and I appreciate you. Anne can we not talk about it anymore? It’s already in the past…..Anne…Anne listen, we will talk about this at another time okay? I promise….yes of course……okay bye now…..you take care also….and Anne? Thank you again.” As the young Surgeon ended her conversation…….she just sight.

‘Oh well, the past will always nock on your present.’ Thinking it loud whispering to the air.

THE MORNING AFTER (LE LENDEMAIN MATIN)