A Journey of Two Spoliarium Lovers: The Other Experience (Journey Series)

Chapter 7

I left the carinderia first to go back to the hotel to rest. But not before Tacoy asking me my number. Because I'll go with them tomorrow in Baguio.

Everything just went too fast. Just this morning, I was savoring Philippines alone. And now, few hours later, I am with Tacoy and Freya. Who would have thought that I would be with a beautiful girl that I just took a photo of? I then reached the hotel and went in my room. I tried to lie down and rest but.... I couldn't. I just couldn't understand why I can't get Freya off my head.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?

I decided to get up and go to the fire exit of the hotel, which has a small balcony for me to get air for a while. I looked at the city lights and the night life of the city. I sighed. Everything has been stressful lately. I'm not really comfortable hanging around in the city due to traffic. I then looked at the photos in my camera and saw Freya at the last part of the photo. I want to delete it. But I couldn't. I sighed in defeat and decided to keep it, maybe Freya would ask for some photos and I'll give her the photo.

I then went back to the hotel room minutes after, opening the hotel room until I heard the jingling of a hotel key. I looked at the side to see a familiar figure, with street smart outfit and jeans and with blonde hair which is softly brushing on her shoulders.

"Freya?" I tried calling out, hoping it was her. Then she turned to my direction.

Freya.

"You're....You're here." She said.

"I... um.... Stayed here."

She giggled, "Me....me too."

"What a small world." Then we giggled, "I really hope she's the right Maria. Considering there may be other Maria Ablen in the Philippines." I said.

"I really think she is." She smiled.

I admired her faith. She really is someone who can go on adventure with no worry. I am her exact opposite. Ever since my best friend died, all the fun disappeared. But her, here she is, willing to give the letter to a stranger we never even met. Then I did not realize that I was staring at her and her details at the same time:

Beautiful face and body. Kissable lips, blond, beautiful, soft hair.

The atmosphere's intensity was cut by Freya.

"So... I'll see you tomorrow? In Baguio?" She smiled.

I chuckled, "Yeah. I'll umm.... See you in Baguio."

"Goodnight Harry."

"Goodnight Freya."

Then we both went in the hotel room. As I went in, I became frustrated with myself. I have got to find out what is wrong with me. Because why am I looking at her differently with other girls? I then lied on the bed in frustration and confusion and anger to myself. I've never felt feelings that were mixing and are in a chaos at the same time.

Jesus Freya. What are you doing to me? Why are you doing this to me? What's with you?