CHAPTER 6: it true, right?

　　Raphael’s POV

　　I saw Raffa who was about to grab his gun. I stop him. “We are not here for that reason. Ms. Grace, go to your husband’s. Bring this bastard and do as what you please. Here’s the evidences that they’re not part of Camellia. We have to go, there’s someone waiting for us. Raffa, let’s go.” But their men get in between us. “Grace, come here!” one of her husband says. She grab that man’s clothes and drag him. That poor man. “I told you we are not here for that. We are not here to be your enemy,” I firmly utter. Then a car suddenly park and I notice that it was Rahim’s. “What is he doing here?!” I roared. “Wait! Agh!” she groan. She takes off her IV and run towards us. Rahim catches her. “What the hell are you doing here! Why did you drag her here, you idiot!” I yelled. “You’re bleeding,” Raffa says. She look at him and to me. “You are both full of bruise! I was right, you went home because of this. Agh,” she mumbles and press her bleeding wound. “You should be the one who takes care of herself! Amongst us, you are the patient here!” Raffa roared. She raise her hand and caress my forehead that has cuts on it. “I’m glad…” she says and grab us both. We are surprised when she hugs us both. “She’s fucking worried. She knows that you can do it that’s why she ask me to bring her here,” Rahim says. She look around. “Let’s go,” she grab our wrist. “Wait! One more move or else!” one of her husband yelled. He even make a warning shot. She suddenly grab the gun in Raffa’s hands and pointed it towards them.

　　“The lily’s did this, Camellia had nothing to do with this. Don’t try to blame them for what happened. They’re just…” she looks on us. “I never thought real guns are heavy!” she says. Rahim laugh. “You notice that?” he says. “How can we be sure. Camellia had been giving us a hard time for the past years!” the other one says. “It’s my fault anyways,” she whispered. Their tattoo, use a chemical to erase the fake Camellia tattoo in their body. You will see their real tattoo. Use bleach or whatsoever, the truth will let you know your real enemy, Grace, June, Diego, Samuel, and Clark. You have to or else that woman will only play your innocent lives,” she says. She gave the gun to Raffa and give us her smile. “Let’s go. I feel dizzy,” she says. I grab her waist and carried her. “What a stupid woman,” I murmured and get her inside the car. Rahim and Raffa get inside. I look at them. “I know we have been enemy. We have our own pain and shortcomings but maybe we can still change aren’t we?” I stated and get inside. I drove the car away and everyone shuts their mouth as if they are being restrained to talk about things that they should. Or maybe they new its not the right time.

　　She went back to her room and I went straight to the doctor’s office. I want to talk about the transplant. “I want to ask something. Our compatible rate were high, right?” I ask again. “Yes. Most likely, she will recover faster and doesn’t have to worry about the possible rejection after the operation. I hope you didn’t change your mind, Mr. Ross.” I shook my head. “Make sure that the operation is successful. Don’t try to commit any failure during the transplant. I hope you understand all of the things I said,” I mumbled. He sigh. “No problem, Sir.” I stood up and left his office. I was about to get inside when I heard their conversation. “I don’t want any transplant. I am hoping that if I died in this story, I’ll be able to go back in mu real world. I will rewrite the story and make your characters. From enemy to friends, but if I indeed died totally… then I hope that you guys give me a proper burial.”

　　“Why are you helping us? Is it because of pity? We don’t need that,” Raffa roared. “I wonder either… maybe because I really saw my pain to all of you. Well, I did write your characters base of my pain but—it feels sad actually. In every aspect. All the pain I had were slapping right in front of my face.”

　　Gwen’s POV

　　They just look at me. “What happened to Raphael and Mara are base of my parents bitter divorce when I was 12 years old. As for Raffa, he was like my older sister. She never believes in marriage and just hook up with different men. She believes that lovers can live together forever but husband and wife never will. As for you Rahim, a part of you was from me. I never believe in love again and I hate men’s guts. They’re cheaters and love having sex with different woman,” she pauses and shed her tears. “I am sick of hearing men’s reason. Its either women are too focus on their children and forget their obligation in bed. Or those words who says it’s a waste of youth if you can’t taste different women. Is it really that? Why everyone think that partnership is all about sex! Damn it!” She punch the bed. They look at me. I fake a smile. “I’m sorry. My bad, I forgot that I’m not even in my world. I’ll go back to bed. I feel tired and all.” I acted and pulled the quilt. I faces the side where I can’t see their faces. I cried silently even if my throat feels like its swollen. “Here, have some pudding.” I raise my head and saw Raphael. I feel like… I arose to bed and embrace him. I cried like a baby while I nestled my face on his stomach. He just brush my hair. ‘It feels lonely… I want to go home. I can’t stay here and be pampered by them. I feel like something might happen if I continued to stay here.’ He grab a chair and sit in front of me. “Say ahh,” he says. I blushes. “Eh?!” I yelled. “This is not you, big brother,” Rahim says while laughing. He was pissed and grab his gun. I panicked because he pointed his gun to him. “I’ll eat it! Drop the gun,” I stated. I eat the pudding on the spoon he’s sticking in my mouth. “Good girl. Someone should follow your behavior,” he says and look at Rahim. I laugh. “You three were so cute. Seeing my characters at this state is such a blessed chance. I feel happy even if I’m in a strange world. Thank you, Raffa, Rahim, and Raphael. For making me feel happy,” I sincerely utter.

　　They seemed to be surprised and hide their red faces. ‘Whoa! They’re so cute!’ I laugh afterwards. The day for the operation came. I was on the doctors table for hours and so he was. ‘If it fails, I hope he’ll be okay… I hope I’ll wake up in this dreamland.’ But there are wishes that remain unknown. Something we couldn’t hold even if we tried and strive for it. “Raphael!” I moaned and felt the pain from my operation. I look around and on my left side was his bed. He was lying in there. Those two weren’t here. They must have eaten outside. I look at the time. It’s already 1:00 am. The operation starts at 9:00 am. I must have sleep too much. “Uhn…” he groans. I look at him and he look at my direction right away. “How’s your feeling?” we both says. That made me laugh. “I can now feel the pain of the operation but I guess I’ll be okay. And you?” I ask. “I have no choice but to recuperate for two months. I hope peace will be in our hands for the next weeks,” he mumbles. “I hope so. I will entrust the group to those two for the meantime. They can handle it anyway,” he says. “I am still here, huh?” I mumbled. “It looks like you are dying to leave this place,” he says. “I don’t know…” I whispered and look at the ceiling. The door opens and his siblings enters. “We bought some food. I hope that you two can chew them. We will feed you up,” Rahim says. He sat beside me and Raffa did to his older brother. “Can I have pudding?” I ask. They look at me. “That’s sweet. It should be porridge or soup,” Raffa said. “Did you know that my friends husband says that women’s inside were as soft as pudding?” They gave me their glare and I laugh. “Your expression, its priceless! I guess its true. Wait, is it true?” I ask. “Ask yourself, idiot!” Raffa says. “But I don’t masturbate. Unlike those girls who insert vibrators or their finger in there cunt. Oh well, its okay to die as a virgin forever—uhmp!” he place a piece of chocolate in my mouth. Raffa’s phone rings. “Who is the caller?” He look at Raphael. “Why is she calling us?” he utter.

　　(Gwen’s Fantasy Games With Three Billionaires)