Gypsy Lover

Alodia closed the black gate of the big white house. She paused to look around her. It was a sunny winter day. She knew it would be muddy later on because of the melting snow under the sun. She looked around her. There were only a few people around who were bustling with their daily activities—either going to work, school or somewhere else.Her eyes rounded when she saw a man shoveling the snow from the path of his garage all the way toward the gate so that his car wouldn’t get stuck. Perhaps, the street snow cleaners were already done earlier that day and he had to shovel the rest of the massive snow drifts. His back was right to her and she couldn’t see his face. And yet, her heart was drumming so hard. She was about to go deaf because of the loud pumping of it.Then, a handsome face of a man came into her mind. Yes, she recognized this man although he had his back to her. He was tanned as ever. He was apparently well built far more better than befo

Alodia’s sister was buried in her grave without the priest’s blessing. It was the church’s rule that whoever died in suicide weren’t given the privilege to have a church mass and a grave blessing before the dead body was buried. That made her loss even worse. But what could she do? No one would bless her sister and guide her to the Purgatory for what she had done—killing herself. But she didn’t want to imagine that Alyanna was now straight in hell. She couldn’t take it!Alodia was filled with hate for Emerson. She thought hard what she could do while she waited for her new two-year contract in Romania. She had at least two months of vacation in the Philippines. And not long afterward while grieving, she found this time to be of use to her as she thought about her sister’s death. She had to make it worthwhile even if it was the last thing she’d ever do.She went to Greenhills, where there was a rich condo area that w

Alodia finally stopped the video from his own cellphone camera and she sent the pictures and video to all his contacts that were on his phonebook. She smiled with triumph afterward.The phone’s alert message tone beeped.“Hon, someone’s just sent me a text,” Emerson said while his eyes were still closed.She turned off the message alert tone, so that he wouldn’t get distracted or even get curious why the messages continuously flooded his inbox. She stepped in the direction of the bathroom and from there, she answered sweetly. “You check the text later, hon! I’ll be out in a few moments and I’ll take you to heaven! Okay?” She turned on the shower as if she was taking it.She then read the text messages as a reply to the pictures and video that she sent to all his contacts.Dude! What happened to you? Why did you send me your scandalous pics and vid? I’ll post these on my social media! H

Alodia readily settled in the home of her new employers, Iustina and Petru, a Romanian couple who worked as professors. The house was big with two stories, which she admired. It was made of concrete and the floor was of white tiles. She stayed on the ground floor, at the room close to the kitchen and living room. Meanwhile, the couple who had an offspring stayed upstairs. She thought it was a nice home when she was toured by the couple. The second floor had three rooms, two bathrooms and a study, where they could bring work to home, if necessary. It had a couple of shelves filled with different types of books, including fiction and technical ones. On the ground floor was a cozy living room complete with appliance, as well as the kitchen, dining room, a bathroom and a game room.Since it was a Sunday the next day, Harman called Alodia. She was a bit surprised, not really knowing what to expect of him.“Hey, I never thought you’d call,” she said with a

“That’s fine by me. How about… kids? Do you have any?” That was Alodia’s another question thrown at him before she took a sip of sparkling water.“No kids, no adopted children, no wife, no live-in partner and no girlfriend or the so-called fling,” he answered in deliberate detail.Her eyes sized him up before she spoke. “I see. The same for me, I have none.” That was all she could say for now.“No boyfriend ever since?” he bluntly asked her, clearly want to know her relationship history.She was reminded of the string of men that she left in the midst of scandal she instigated. “No, ever since my birth on this planet,” she answered and smiled at him.“Seriously?” It was his time to raise an eyebrow. It was his turn to size her up.“I know, right? I’m twenty-two but I never had a boyfriend ever since.” She softly laughed at that and sh