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Chapter 13—Worried
Dion’s POV
"We're here."I watched her take off the seatbelt. Based on her actions, it looks like she's really in a hurry to leave. Feels like, she’s avoiding me.I got out of my car to open the door for her."I can do it on my own. I don't need your help,”she said without emotion."Yeah, fine."When she finally came out, she walked straight towards the blue gate. That’s probably their house.Ts. She didn’t even say thank you.“Not even gave me a single glance,” I mumbled to myself. But I can’t hate her just for that reason. I know she's kind, unfortunately, not with me.I watched her enter the gate. When I made sure she was at their house, I got back in my car.I was about to go when I saw Vida talking with a guy when I peek on the window. The guy is wearing a plain white t-shirt and black trousers. He is not facing my direction so I couldn’t see his face but I clearly saw how he tapped Vida’s head. Who is he? Is he a brother? Friend? CousinRelated chapters
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Cindy's POV"Yes, Mom. I promise!""Come back right away, huh? I'm alone here," Mommy Gadi said while busy on her laptop."M'kay, I'm leaving. ""Go."I quickly picked up my bag from the table. I told Mommy I was going to meet Cole at their house in St. Hardin. I want to surprise him since he left here a while ago and seems to be in a hurry to get back there. He didn't even tell me that he was leaving. I just knew it when Tita Dawn told me."Oh, I forgot something!" I went upstairs to see my mom."Chup!" Mommy was startled.Oh, c'mon, Cindy! Why don't you even knock?" She exclaimed, while holding her breast.I laughed at her. "Mom, sorry. I forgot to kiss you earlier. " And she smiled at me. I hugged her from the back."I should get going.""Okay, take care, my Cindy," then kissed me on the forehead."I may look childish to anyone, but I won't stop doing this to my Mom, even when I get older. I'm still dowering with her like a baby eve
When the Artist meets the Poet Chapter 15—The Two Jerks
[Dion's Point of View]"Faye?""Dion. W-why are you here?" she stammered."Uhh," I paused to think of what I should reason to her. Shall I say that that ugly man threw away the letter I wanted to give to Vida?"I just ... I just want to talk to Vida.""Vida? Why? What happened?" she asked in succession."Well — uhm. Actually, it's a long story. I'll tell you once Vida and I can talk.""Ah, all right. I understand." She looked away from me when I smiled at her."Come inside," she enticed me. Faye opened the gate but she was the first to enter before me.“Oh, Kuya Vincent? Have you been there before? ” Faye asked in shock when she noticed that the ugly guy was looking to us. So, he’s Vincent? Tss.“Vida is resting. If you plan to talk to her, don't do it now," he changed the subject. His eyes were fixed on me. “E? That’s okay, Kuya. Vida won't get mad at me. ”Instead of answering, he simply turned his back on us. He really is a rude!“Sorry
When the Artist meets the Poet Chapter 16— Everybody Could Tell—He's InLove
Vida's Point of View]“Unwilling beforewhy a heavy, heart forgivebetrayed by the artsI hope you give me a chance to explain.It was unintentional.Nobody came up with the idea.It was bound to happen.I'm the one who has to apologize.because of what she didShe simply rushes in with her emotions.We're not so dissimilar.I swear to you,We can construct a bridge.Across the chasm that separates usIf you give me a chance,To say the words that have formed—not in my head, but in my heartI beg your pardon.”“Nice! Wow!I hope everyone is given this poem, hahaha. It’s enviable,” said Faye, after she snatched the paper from my hand.“Tss. What's enviable? It's annoying. He wrote it in English. How can I understand that now? ”Honestly, the expression on her face doesn't really convince me that she's actually jealous. It's like she's just really teasing me.She hit me on the arm. "Are you serious? The
When the Artist meets the Poet Chapter 17—She Likes Him?
[Vida’s Point of View]"Am I ready?" I immediately glared at myself in the mirror when I realized what I had said. Why would I prepare? Is this a competition? There isn't even a recitation or exam, so why am I nervous? I'm just going to Mr. Camero's house.“Calm down, Vida. They must be the ones who are feeling nervous because they will see you again. They should be the ones, not you, "I convinced myself.After tidying up, I took my bag out. Earlier, when I came home, Grandma was no longer at home. But not because she is still working, but because she will attend Lola Anesia’s birthday celebration. Actually, I was also invited, but unfortunately I can't go because I still have work. I already reminded Lola Clarita of what's not allowed for her, so I am reassured. And I hope she enjoys the celebration to reduce her stress as well.I just commuted to Mr. Camero's house since Faye said that they have a group project, so she can’t deliver me again. But I understand
When the Artist meets the Poet Chapter 18—Let's Try Being Lovers Instead
[Dion's Point of View]It's already 2 am, yet I still can't sleep. I feel so tired. It's like a lot is bothering my mind.I sat up from lying down and heaved a sigh. I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water to drink.“Vida. Vida. Vida..." I rubbed my face using my palm. It's been 4 days since her last visit here at our house. Her grandmother had been rushed to the hospital, and she needed to focus on her temporarily. I understand her situation, of course. But there's a part of me that wants to see her. I want to see her and make sure she's fine.Because yesterday, I just knew that Vida only lived with her Lolain that apartment. I was worried about her condition. She's studying and working at the same time. What if she gets sick? Who will help her if her grandmother is also sick?"Where are her parents?" For the second time, I took a deep breath. I wish I could help.I took my phone out and the picture of Vida showed on my lockscreen again. The corners of my
When the Artist meets the Poet Chapter 19-You Owe Me
[Dion's Point of View]Earlier, Cindy repeatedly called me, so I was forced to answer her. She wanted to enter the campus, but I told her that she couldn't enter without an accompanying So I had no choice but to see her because she told me that she was already waiting outside.Cindy was carrying a lunch box for me. I didn't want to accept it, but I also took it because I didn't want to embarrass her. But when she finally left, I gave her the lunch with which I had collided.It's good that the stranger accepted it.I'm a good cousin, but I just can't help but be annoyed sometimes with Cindy. When I was about to enter the gate, I saw Vida standing alone. I was curious about why she was there, so when I heard their argument with the guard, I didn't hesitate to help her. I had to pretend that I was her friend, though it was so impossible to happen. But I didn't expect what I did. I didn't plan to put my arms around her shoulders. It's subtle, I guess.But I think I made a
When the Artist meets the Poet Chapter 20-More Like A Date?
[Dion’s Point of View]"Why are we here?" asked Vida.I really like her mad expression while talking to me. Sometimes, it's fun to tease her."Because I want to," I explained.We’re at Café Nipa right now. This is one of the most frequented by people here in our town. The view is very beautiful because the place is high and we can see the houses and some establishments in the low area.I went straight to the second hut, which was still vacant. Vida also followed me. "Just wait for me here. I'll just order something to eat. ” I didn’t receive any response from her. But I think I’m already used to it. She's always like that, though."By the way, may I know what you want? Coffee? Dessert? Or something?” She just picked up her phone and ignored me for the nth time. I sighed.So, I'm just going to guess what she's going to eat.Then, I went to the counter. I looked up at the signboard to choose what to buy."What's your order, Sir?" asked the counter attend
When the Artist meets the Poet Chapter 21-Jealous
[Vida's Point of View]"Oh? Vida. Why are you so quick to go home? It's not even five o'clock.""Our adviser sent us home immediately. They said they had a meeting," lied. I can't tell Grandma the truth. She might scold me when she finds out. What I said to Dion earlier was just a joke.Tss. The jerk entered the conversation again."Your arrival is just right. I'm cooking soup. It'll be cooked soon. Change your clothes first, or you might dry out with sweat," she said.I immediately followed her and went to my room. I dropped my body on the bed and closed my eyes.A lot has happened today. It's tiring. It's extremely vexing. I really can't be with Dion for long because I won't stay away from misfortune.It's just like before when I went to their school. It's a good thing Kuya Vincent was there to defend me from those bitches.Later, when he comes home, I should thank him."Oops, there's another one!" Suddenly, another misfortune that Dion had caus
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