4

"What in bloody hell was that! You can't be serious." Coral couldn't believe my story about my past marital life.

We settled in one of the fancy steak restaurants in town.

I know how ridiculous it may sound to her. But it's the truth. Coral is not the type of person I should lie to.

She is a honest pal. I'd be having guilty conscience if I told her lies when she told me truths about her personal life.

I couldn't say anything afterwards. I just shrugged my shoulders and dine into my meal.

"For me, I hate lies and cheats. He should have told you earlier that he was fed up and needed space rather than, tying you up in a messy life you didn't wish for."

"Coral, sometimes….." I stare into space for a while then I faced her, "Men are just so unstable. They don't really know what they want and need."

"Huh," She scoffed. "Am sure that other woman after the so-called Rita must have witnessed the same thing you and Rita witnessed too."

Of course. I hope so. I can't stand myself being the only victim in this trauma. Two more persons have to go down with me.

Besides…Marc was my man in the first place. I never met any other woman with him. It was just me. Only me. And then, those mongols started showing up.

If he dump them too, it'll be nice. I can't imagine myself smiling at brokenhearted Rita. That is the repercussion of taking what does not belong to you.

"Maybe or maybe not. But for now, my life is absolutely fine with my daughter."

"How is Irene?"

"Doing great." I wipe my mouth with a napkin and showed her something on my phone. "She completed eighteen last month. She'll be graduating St Holy Trinity high school to college soon."

"Aww, look at her." I assume Coral zooming the pic. "She looks so much like you. It's as if am seeing your younger version."

"Oh please, don't flatter."

She gave me back my phone and smiled pitifully. "He has a very beautiful daughter yet he doesn't know what he has."

Marc must have stick to the phrase of…. No one values what they had not until they've lost it.

"Turns out that he has another beautiful daughter with Rita." I chuckled helplessly. "So sad. I pity Rita if she could raise the poor girl alone."

"Me too." Coral sympathized and we laughed and drank our wines.

We talked about random things -chitchatting, as we enjoy our cuisine.

Two things I never shared with Coral was the hard time endurance in my residence and, my relationship with my boss.

...

After lunch ended, Coral and I exchanged numbers. We promised to keep each other in touch from time to time.

Perhaps, she won't be staying too long in the US. By tomorrow evening, she'll be out of the states to the UK again.

So you see that there's no much time to boogie and woodie.

I wish she could stay longer so I could fly her freely in one of my free days just to show her the top of the world.

I glance at my Rolex watch. It was already getting late. I called Irene few minutes ago and we talked. She said she was going to the library with her friends.

I have no fear and doubts if anything fishy would happen to her about intimacy.

She is a good girl. Moreover, her school is catholic. All girls have their yards and limits in the premises and all boys also have their sides and end zone in the school.

Male and female hardly meet in her school. I've never seen any male in her school before but I was told that there are males at the other side of the school's yard. Behind the huge fence like a tower hovering the girls' quarter.

I haven't been at home for a week now. I've been residing in a five star hotel far, far away from my normal place of living.

I wish I could go back there and stay a week more. But it'll only end up eating my money when I know I've paid for a year rent in my apartment. Even if I had the money to rent another apartment and leave the rest of the year's rent to the caretaker.

Read my lips….. I WILL NOT DO IT!

Who will enjoy my rent if I don't stay when I know it's my hard earn money?

It'll be a total waste. And it'll make the idiot think am too scared to live under the same roof with him.

That's too much privacy. I wonder how many parties he has thrown while I was away.

At least, I was about to eat and drink in peace without someone scaring the life out of me. And freaking the sleeping beast in my closet.

For just these past seven days I was away, I know what I benefited in my body. I put on some weight and had the best sleepy nights. Peacefully like an angel.

I hope by the time I get home, I'll find...

"Hi, Vagina."

Geez! Ew! I feel like poking out my intestines.

Not for what he called me only, but for what I just saw with my two naked eyes.

I was about to add the word PEACE to my statements but I think it turns out to be the opposite.

The castrated animal was busy fucking a sweet girl on my favorite couch. I love sitting on that couch and working on my laptop at night.

And this fool was thinking it to be his bed. He didn't stop riding on her and she didn't give up in shame.

I just covered my ears with my palms, tightly as they growl and moan in disgusting pleasures.

Just the time I've reached three stairs ahead, I figured out that he stopped and the young girl was wearing her dress like a hook-up whore.

"Hey," He caught my attention with a wave of his hand.

I tilt my head slightly and cornered my eyes towards his direction. He wasn't putting on anything not even a boxer or underwear pants and his erection was still standing firm and drippy liquids.

I just realized that he didn't even use protection on the girl. I pity them. Children that parents sent to study in school and turned out to do all sort of barbaric things.

Rubbish!

Thank God my daughter is different. Very different from all those mannerless and wayward girls out there.

She has values and strong dignity.

Isn't this somebody's daughter another man's son just fucked freely? When I was her age, I plastered my head and brain cells in my books. I study hard like school was a competition to me.

After the girl left, he grinned and started walking towards the stairway in soft steps.

"Hey!" I shoo him away and he stopped immediately. "Don't you have shame? Oh you think I've not seen limp dicks before?"

I've only seen one before this and it wasn't LIMP.

He pressed his lips into a thin line, then, grabbed a pillow to cover his mmm mmm.

Oh not again. That was my favorite pillow for resting my head. I used to like the softness and texture when coaxing my head on it.

"I was about to say….."

"What?!" I didn't give him a second to speak. I've tolerated his nonsense enough. "That it wasn't a mistake bringing a girl into the house but it was a mistake fucking her on the couch I love to sit the most?"

He kept quiet for a while, then he shook his head. "No. I was about to say where were you."

Oh wow. What a nerve he got there. So I should answer base on what? My friend? Boyfriend? Or what?

I cross my arms and narrow my eyes down at him. "Who the hell gave you the delegated authority to ask me such question? Huh? Do I look like your mate?"

"No."

"Do I look like your slave?"

"No."

"Do I look like… your girlfriend or someone you're being paid to look after?"

"No, Vagina. But you're my housemate and it's my right to know if the person am sharing the house with is nowhere to be found." He simply answered without taking his gaze off me.

I thought of what he just said for a little moment. He might be right but for someone like him…..he is totally wrong if he'd think I'll give him details about my whereabouts.

He Is not qualified to be a housemate neither is he good enough to know things about me.

Just imagine I gave him clues about me. Don't you think I'll be assassinated before the next two broad day light?

I smirk and ran my eyes up and down at him, then, I embark on the stairway.

I think the phrase….silence is the best answer given to a fool. Do fit for someone like him. It's better to remain quiet than to stand there exchanging words with him.

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