September 13, 2011

THE OTHER WOMAN: A Short Story (4 of 7)

...continuation

Bong actually planned on telling her about his feelings for her on that very day and the horoscope just reinforced his plan so he did tell her. She was surprised, indeed. She didn’t know what else to say except that she feels comfortable and happy being with him.  From then on, Bong couldn’t stop thinking about her day and night. In fact, he made sure he greeted her every morning and wished her a good night's sleep through late night calls and text messages. He missed her presence though he would see her in school five or six times a week. Ellen was beginning to play a major role in Bong’s life of drama and comedy where Cupid has gone MIA. This was it, he thought. If things fall in their right places at the right time, maybe Cupid could finally pay him a visit.

“You look sexy in that picture.” he commented as he browsed Ellen’s Facebook account and saw her in spaghetti top and skimpy shorts. She quickly put her hands on the monitor to cover the primary picture.

“Skip that, will you? That’s so embarrassing!”

“Then you shouldn’t have displayed that picture there in the first place,” Bong answered.
           
The library was packed with students and the noise was close to that of a market. The student assistant in-charge of controlling silence seemed to have conceded defeat after she realized that her constant banging of the little bell in her table would only add up to the deafening noise around. Everybody has his or her own business apart from studying and observing silence. While some were living up to their nerdy habits, others reading magazines and newspapers, Bong was glued on to his laptop surfing the net with her at his side. A picture of her with another woman appeared on the screen. It was taken at a white sand beach but Bong wasn’t interested of the place. He got curious of the other woman.

“Who is she?” he asked

“Oh, that’s my cousin. We went to this sand bar near Tree Bird Island and we spent the night there. It was amazing. The water was so clear and the sand powder white. The place is perfect!” she described the place with utter excitement. “We should go there some time.” Her use of the word “we” was something new to him and it was music to his ears. But he couldn’t stop staring at the other woman in the picture.

“Yeah, we’ll think about it. It looks really tempting”.

(to be continued...)

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