Episode 7

At night, I couldn't sleep. I get the bottle of pills in my drawer and take three sleeping pills. But still, after minutes when I took the pills, I couldn't sleep.

Putting my feet on my slippers, I went out of my room. There are so many thought rummaging on my mind. And the thing is, I don't know why am I feeling uneasy because of Mexica and Justin's interaction a while ago.

When I went to the hallway, I heard some noises. It's now 11:00 in the evening so I supposed my bodyguards, maids, and other workers were now asleep.

And if they already asleep, supposedly, then what did I hear a while ago?

It's not a ghost.

I don't believe in superstitions.

Gasping because I heard another cries, I followed the sound. Have you ever watched Harry Potter series? The sound that I heard was like from the character Moaning Martle, a ghost who was trapped in the bathroom of Hogwarts.

Sure enough, my mansion is extravagantly large. However, I will always stick to my principle that I don't believe in ghost.

I heard another sniff, then followed by cries. My feet brought me to the room where Mexica was staying.

Was she the one whom I heard?

Is she crying again?

When I turned the door, luckily it wasn't lock. "Mexica?" I whispered in the vastness of darkness in her room.

Why did she turned off the lights?

"Who are you!" she screamed in a soft voice. I didn't know a person could do that. Just her, I think. Her voice sound scared. It's not the bold Mexica I know during the day.

"Don't touch me!" There she said it again, in a most scared manner. She was like a girl who was lost in the wet market, unable to find the part where her mother went.

"Shhh, it's me... "

"Mandemus?" She asked, confused.

Her voice is small when she asked me. "What are you planning to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't act like an idiot. You're already one in my eyes. Now, stop what you are planning to do right now!" she said it again in a harsh but soft voice. She sound angry but in angelic manner.

I didn't know she has sides like this. A cute side.

I let out a baritone shaky laugh. "What?" I muttered to myself because of her reaction.

"Stop imagining things. I'm not planning anything like what you have in your wild little mind."

"What do you meant by things? I haven't said anything."

"Oh sweetie. Don't try to fool me again."

"You always say that even though you're already fooled by me."

"How'd you know that?"

"Dzuh. I know you since childhood."

I stopped for a moment when she mentioned our childhood. I like this night version of Mexica. Soft and cute.

"Anyway," I mubled and tried to copy her position on the floor. My eyes already adjusted in the darkness so I could see her damp face.

She's crying.

So the Moaning Martle I thought was her. "Why are you crying?" softly, I asked and tried to cupped her cheeks but she looked away. Hands in the air, I sighed. "We are still friends, right? Just take credits in our past childhood. You can tell me what's on your mind."

Hands in her knees, she remained still. With that sitting position, I know there is something that she want to vent out.

It's okay if you can't, for now. I am just patiently waiting at your side. She was gazing at the stars outside. The window is widely open so we could see the night sky. The air is humid and cold. Why does she always like this kind of ambience? It really suits her personality.

"What do you want?" She asked.

"I want to hear your story." I answered.

"Didn't you hear my story coming from your bodyguard?"

"No, I want to hear your side."

"I'm lazy."

"Always. I know."

"Then better shut up."

"But I can't. Please tell me."

"Are you really a mafia lord? Why do you act childish in front of me?"

"Right. In front of you. Just in front of you only."

"And you're proud of that?"

"Let's just say that's a secret between us."

"There you go again. You're acting like a kid."

"I'm not a kid."

"You are a kid. You're just like before."

"How will I prove to you that I'm not a kid anymore. Do you want me to strip in front of you and see my-"

I was shocked when she suddenly covers my mouth with her hand. "Fine. Stop blabbering."

Smirking, I get her hand and kiss her palm in both side. "My pleasure."

Even though it's dark, I could see the irritation that was plastered on her gorgeous face. However, I might say that maybe it was just an illusion that there was a ghost of smile after that.

"Mandemus?" She called me out that brought me again to existence. "Yeah?"

"How are you?" She suddenly asked.

Confused. "Wow," I muttered. Still shocked because of what she said.

"Huh?"

"Did you asked me how am I feeling?"

"Yeah?"

"That's kind of cruel, huh. Wasn't that supposed to be the first question you will ask me in our first reunion? You know... you gave me a headache these past few hours."

"I'm sorry about my dramas. Life is just so hard to me."

"I know..."

"I think you should leave my life as it was. It will both be beneficial to us."

Here we go again with her stubborness. "I thought we've settled this matter far enough. What made you think so?"

"I just don't want to stained our childhood memories with what I am now. I'm already named as a prosti, and from what I've heard from your bodyguard, you hate those kind of women. No, hate is an understatement. You despise those kind of women. Shouldn't you act as one to me? Be cruel. I hate the feeling that you're acting out of pity just because I'm your childhood friend. I find it as an excuse to help me out and bought my freedom."

She did overheard our conversation. Damn it, Justin. I won't let this slip again. Mind you.

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