Traizle "We should do this again next time." Linda said and gave me a hug. I hugged her back tightly. "I would love to. I am happy you accepted my invitation." I answered and turned to Kim to hug her as well. "If we are not busy, let's hang out again. Let's catch up with our stories next time." Kim added. We bade our goodbyes to each other after an hour of talking. I started walking around, taking in the nightlife of the city. I remembered my old days of riding my old motorcycle, delivering some orders. Ahh, my old motorcycle is at the junk shop already. Lyndon told me to throw it or else he would chop it into pieces. Layzen even kicked the old motorcycle because of the injury I got from it. I bought some food for them to munch later. I will also meet Layzen's babysitter tomorrow. We decided to find someone who could babysit him so that Lyndon could do the things he wanted to do. Freely and worry-free. As I enter the gate of our house, I can already hear some loud noises co
Traizle Zarsuelo suddenly embraced me. "Mentioning someone who is not worthy of your voice can make them sound worthwhile," Zarsuelo said. "Don't be mad at me for hugging you. Let me do it for a minute." he added. To lessen the awkwardness I am feeling, I am doing my things quickly. My heart is beating fast as if I am running endlessly. I can hear the beatings of my own heartbeat. I hope he can't hear it. I would die of embarrassment if he did. "You are so fluffy, and you smell so good. What shampoo or perfume are you using?" He commented. I hit his hands that were embracing me. "You can now stop hugging me." I told him. I could feel him shaking his head behind me. "Can we still stay for a few minutes? I still wanted to hug you. You are skinny yet fluffy. Be my wife, I will promise to be good and handsome as always." He said, so I hit his arm hard enough to cause him to remove his hands from me. "Ouch! You are ruining the lovey-dovey moments we are having!" He complained. "
Traizle "Why did you ask for me?" I asked Zarsuelo. He called on the telephone a while ago, saying he wanted me to come to his office. "Can you ask the cafeteria if I still have my sweets?" Zarsuelo said. I sighed and put the folders in his table. "You should have told me about that when you called," I told him. "It's early in the morning and you are going to pig out already?" I asked him back. It's early in the morning and he already wants to eat sweets? "Pig out is too offensive!" He growled. "I am craving some sweets and I wanted to see you too." he added. "That is pigging out." I told him, avoiding the other sentence he said. "I said that word is too offensive!" He growled again. So, he doesn't want to be labeled as pigging out, so I'm going to put it on my key card against him. I drew near him and looked at his garbage can beside his table. "I know you ate already, then why are you asking for more? Isn't it too much taking that in the morning?" I asked him. The c
Traizle They smile at my compliments. Seeing them happy makes me happy too. I did not know that working here could make me gain friends I never thought of having. Maybe because of Zarsuelo's influence, I can't even see an employee who is more serious than him. They are all friendly and fun to talk to. Aeron and his team showed me their plan for the commercial and the example flyer that will be used afterwards. "It is excellent," I commented, after reviewing the video plan. "It will be more of a high quality after taking this one with the chosen celebrity." I added. I looked at the sample flyer and examined it. "You guys did well, I can't say anything with this sample already. You deserve a thumbs up." I complimented their hard work. They really prepared for this. "Do you want me to show this to Zarsuelo?" I asked them. Their expression quickly turned to tense. "Do you think he will like it?" Anna asked. I nodded. "He is dumb if he will not," I said, laughing. "Aeron, co
Traizle "Yes, why?" He answered. That taken me aback. "I never saw you with your car." I replied. It’s the first time I met a billionaire who doesn’t usually use his car. Oddball. "It's because I am always eating sweets and I needed to burn them by walking. Why? Do you want to ride in my car?" he asked innocently. I disagreed. "No. I prepared to walk too," I told him. "It is just I am wondering why you are happy while walking. Usually, billionaires like you never walk outside like this." I added. "I will just use my car if it is far or important, as long as it is near, and I can walk I don’t use my car." he explained. If it’s important? I am touched by his words. He used his car because I was important that day. The hospital is nearby, but he still used it? Woah. I appreciated his effort. No one ever did that to me, aside from those two, of course. "Thank you." I said my gratitude. He looked at me, confused. "Huh? Welcome?" He answered, not sure of his answer. "Did
Traizle This place is too familiar. It's been years since we left this place, so why am I here again? Did I ever go here with my eyes closed? Did I ever walk here while sleeping? Sleepwalking? Isn't it? Where are Lyndon and Layzen? "Traizle! Layzen is very sick, let's go to the hospital!" Lyndon—no, a young Lyndon appeared. I was about to answer him when my younger self approached Lyndon. I can see my younger self. Can they see me too? Am I dreaming of our past... again? "Where are Mom and Dad?" The younger version of me asked the young Lyndon. "Dad left with bags in him. Mom's gone wild inside of their room. I don't know what to do." The young Lyndon answered, almost crying but keeping himself from crying and being strong. I followed them as they entered the house, our old house. Mom is still inside the house, screaming and breaking the glasses inside while crying. The two went to see Layzen, who was burning up with a fever. They don't know what to do with Layzen. They a
Traizle I went to the sales department and asked for the monthly evaluation. I need to check them myself, to lessen Zarsuelo's work. Heading back to our room, I saw him approaching me. "I told you to rest, didn't I?" He asked. "I am okay now. I still must work.” I answered as we continued our walking pace. "Where and what did you do?" He asked again to get the paper I was holding. "Sales department," I answered. "And you? Where are you going?" I asked him back. He immediately smiles. "I wanted to check if you were resting, but since you are saying you are okay now, I will start to pester you." He answered. Showing him my fist. "Not me, Zarsuelo." I told him. "Can I hug you—I am asking for your permission and look at your glaring eyes already." he said, keeping a distance from me. "If somebody hears you, we will be both in the center of talk for a week or month." I told him, also warning him with the circumstances that may happened. He shrugs it off. "I don't care,"
Traizle "Do you guys have an appointment?" Tyler asked, eating his junk food early in the morning. "None, why?" I asked back. Why would he ask about that? Right? Tyler pointed his finger on the outside. Following the direction of his finger, I can see Mr. Andrade outside. Mr. Andrade? What is he doing here? I stood up from my chair. "Shit!" I exclaimed. "I need to go, stop him for a second for me." I told Tyler before running upstairs. I headed to Zarsuelo's office. Entering his office, he is busy munching chocolates again, the plastic wrapper was on his table and he himself is not ready. "Zarsuelo, Mr. Andrade is here." I told him. "And why is he here?" Zarsuelo stopped eating his sweets and looked confused at me. "Stand up," I command. Thankfully, he is cooperating without any hesitations. "May I see your teeth?" I told him. He quickly smiled widely. "Ahh." Zarsuelo said after opening his mouth. I checked his face, removing the chocolate crumbs near his lips and c