CHAPTER 25

AYIESHA SALVADOR'S POINT OF VIEW "You like me?" Blaike asked one again. I turn around to look at him. My jaw almost dropped to the floor, seeing him walking toward us made my heart jump out of my chest. I could hear my heart beating so fast that I could hear it. As he was walking step by step towards us. My world was just focused on him, my world was like just on him. I focus my eyes on him. The way his hands sway makes his muscular body show more. His body posture was so perfect that I wanted to touch it towards his chest. He had an angelic eye, those thick black eyebrows of him. His thick glossy red lips, red as a rose. His sharped pointed nose. His eye long lashes, like her dark brown eyes. His face was as perfect as an angel's. He was handsome as the angel sent from heaven. I could be daydreaming and watching him every day. Every echo of the footstep he makes is the only thing I could hear. I was fantasies him, as he walked towards me. My eyes can't get off of his masculine body. The way he put his hand inside of his pocket was as sexy as his abs earlier this morning. "IM TALKING TO YOU!" Blaike shouted. I froze as Blaike shouted at me. I looked up to see his furious and angry face looking at me like he was gonna kill me with those angelic eyes he had. My excitement turns into nervousness. I didn't imagine that this was the feeling when an angry Blaike was around you. They were true you would just freeze and stay still, you could not even move an inch when he was angry. "I-i-i," I can't finish my sentence. It was like my tongue was gone, I could not even hear my voice. I tried to speak--- but there was no voice coming out of my mouth. I tried harder to explain myself as I can see from Blaike's eyes that he was getting angrier now. "ANSWER!" he demanded My eyes looked at Rod who just shook his head in disappointment. But didn't bother to stop Blaike from stopping him. I gave him a "help me" look. I looked directly into his eyes, but he looks away. He seems not to want to interrupt Blaike. What I am gonna do now? "I-i was, I was-s just," Blaike didn't let me finish my sentence and spoke again. "Listen to me, woman! I let you in, inside my house. But it doesn't mean that I like you, it just means I wanted to help you. So that feeling of yours is shit, I dont even dreamed I would like you to. Understand that?" he fumed. "U-understand," I cautioned. I looked into Rod's eyes once again, trying to make eye contact, I needed his help. I felt I would be suffocated. But then I failed, so I just looked down. "Stop it! Blaike. That was too much," he said to  Blaike. Then Rod holds my risk and pulled me away from there, away from Blaike. I sigh in relief. Finally! As he pulled me towards the unfamiliar room, he then let go of my hand. I looked directly into his eyes saying thank you. He locked the door and started to speak up. "Stay in here. I would give your breakfast in here, so you would not see Blaike," he told me. "T-thank you," I utterly. He then looked at my eyes for a second, before looking away. "Im sorry! I didn't know that Blaike would react like that. He was not the kind of person that would entertain people that liked him," he replied. I looked around the room the ambiance in here was quite different, it seems someone owns this. The curtains were a good place, the bed was not messy. And also the pictures that were framed on the wall were... "Is this your room?" I immediately asked. What was he thinking dragging me all the way here? Is it not what I am thinking? "Yes!" he answered without thinking twice. "Wha-t?" I stammered said. "You can stay in here for the meantime until Blaike's head would cool off. I would send you in here," he said. I just nodded at him. Then he left the room. I sat down on Rod's cozy soft bed... I was thinking about Blaike's reaction earlier. I recall it and it broke my heart. FLASHBACK "ANSWER!" he demanded My eyes looked at Rod who just shook his head in disappointment. But didn't bother to stop Blaike from stopping him. I gave him a "help me" look. I looked directly into his eyes, but he looks away. He seems not to want to interrupt Blaike. What I am gonna do now? "I-i was, I was-s just," Blaike didn't let me finish my sentence and spoke again. "Listen to me, woman! I let you in, inside my house. But it doesn't mean that I like you, it just means I wanted to help you. So that feeling of yours is shit, I dont even dreamed I would like you to. Understand that?" he fumed. "U-understand," I cautioned. END OF FLASHBACK I didn't Blaike have that kind of side. My body trembled in fear, my hands were shaken, and I could not even speak a word, because of what he had said to me. It kept repeating in my mind... "Listen to me, woman! I let you in, inside my house. But it doesn't mean that I like you, it just means I wanted to help you. So that feeling of yours is shit, I dont even dreamed I would like you to. Understand that?" "Listen to me, woman! I let you in, inside my house. But it doesn't mean that I like you, it just means I wanted to help you. So that feeling of yours is shit, I dont even dreamed I would like you to. Understand that?" "Listen to me, woman! I let you in, inside my house. But it doesn't mean that I like you, it just means I wanted to help you. So that feeling of yours is shit, I dont even dreamed I would like you to. Understand that?" Those words were like a sharp knife stabbing my chest. I just burst into tears knowing that Blaike just had rejected me. "It hurts me like shit!" I whispered to myself. Tears keep flowing on my cheeks down to my skin. I was feeling devastated... I can't even understand what I am feeling now. Sharp knives were like piercing through my chest. Hot liquor continued to pour through my cheeks. Every time I breathed, I felt my heavy heartbreak. My heart was shattered into pieces knowing that I personally dislike myself. "Ayiesha," a soft voice called me. The next of it was a knock on the door. I wiped down the tears before he comes in... I dont want him to see me crying! I dont want him to feel pity for me! This feeling was shit, like what Blaike told me. "Rod," I whispered his name. "Are you crying?" he immediately asked me. He then closed the door, then put the food near the table beside his bed. Did he just notice me crying? Does my eyes were red? Did I make it obvious? There was a lot of question that keep pooping on my head now. A hurtful question that was no one gonna can answer. A question that was gonna last internity, that would leave forever. But the question that bothered me the most is. Is it wrong to loved Blaike? "No," I defensively answered. I dont wanna make it obvious that I was trying to hide my feeling now. I dont want his pity on me... "Come on! You can tell me," he persuades. Then he walks towards me and sat down next to me. I looked at him with despair in my eyes... I needed someone to talk to now. Someone to lean on, and tell my problems. But not him... No... Not him... Because---. Because he was Blaike's closest friend. What if he told Blaike about this drama of mine? Could I trust him? When I told about my secret mission to spy two the both of them. He didn't tell Blaike as he promised. He never tells him a single word. So it means I could trust him on this one too? "I-it is because--," "It is about Blaike?" he cut my sentence. "Y-yes," I utterly. I took a deep breath and sighed. I lean down my head on his shoulder, and then he patted my shoulder. "Dont stress yourself too much. You are beautiful, and love is not shit as Blaike told you. You are one of the precious gems that every man could ever have. But he didn't seem that way because he didn't have any feelings for you. Dont you worry soon you would find someone better! Better than Blaike. Blaike was just a kind of person who doesn't believe in love," he encouraged and said to me. I move away my head on his shoulder... Then tears started to roll down to my cheek, hot liquor continued to flow from my eyes. I let the pain inside me come out. It was the first time in years that someone did this to me. I never knew that Blaike would react that way, in a way that I never expected him to be. I felt like he was a different person. And it suffocated me every time I think what just happened. "T-thank you," I blurted out. "I am always here when you needed someone to talked,"