16: The Night I Wanted a Dose
Emil's POV
Days passed by and I never did approach Biya again personally. I let her make her dreams come true. I had my men watch out for any harm or any sign that someone would attack her with questions. Everything was running smoothly. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Every day, I would think about her. She's the reason why I get through the day and she's my inspiration; in my life, and in my work. However, the longer I didn't see Biya, the deeper the need I have to meet her again. The memory of the agreement I had with my friend and his wife flashed back making the urge of meeting her deflate. I have to wait until she passes her exam. But I can see her secretly. I loosened my tie leaning back on my seat as the thought swam inside my head. Should I do it? Someone might follow me and would know that I would be there. I grabbed my phone and called Marcus.
"Hello sir."
"Marcus, I need you and the team to back me up. I want to see Biya." I said getting up from my seat.
"Are you going to meet with her, sir?"
"No, I just want to see her. I can't go in the center using my car and they would see me get into another car."
"Understood, sir. The team will be meeting you in 10 minutes."
"Good." I ended the call and went out of the office. My chefs were busy cooking with waiters and waitresses swiftly moving in and out of the kitchen with their trays.
"Are you going out, sir?" Martina asked beside me.
"Yes. I'll be back after an hour or two." I informed her.
"Okay sir. It's okay if you go home after you finish what you're doing. I can just call Luigi to come here and watch. I was informed that he's free tonight." She referred to second in- command who handles the restaurants or my company when I'm not around. I trust him for he had been working with me since day one.
"Do that." She nodded before she began to tap on her phone. She excused herself as she had a phone call and I let her.
"Sir, we're ready." Marcus finally arrived in his signature white shirt and black suit. He was carrying a blue paper bag with him and he gave it to me.
"Please wear this, sir, so you won't get recognized."
"Sure." I took it and went to the bathroom in my office and changed. Dark washed jeans, a dark blue shirt and a hooded jacket was my attire. I also changed my oxford shoes into a pair of black running shoes. I got out of the office once I was done and I was ready to go. I have put my phone, my keys and my wallet in my pockets so I won't return here later anymore.
"Please wear this also sir." He had given me a big black- rimmed glasses. Okay. This attire just made me look like Gabriel. He wore eyeglasses, and likes to wear hoodies. I took it and wore it. Marcus nodded satisfied with my look before he told me to follow him. I bade goodbye to my secretary who was shocked at my attire but still managed to say goodbye before I got outside using the fire exit. A pick- up truck was waiting outside and we quickly went in knowing her review might end in just a few minutes. Marcus drove to the mall and he instructed me to run to the black SUV that he would be parking next to our car. Once, he parked it, he and I parked got out at the same time. The other men followed and I saw other men looking around the parking lot but still acted as if everything was normal. Once I got into the SUV, Marcus sped off and we went to where Biya was. When we have arrived, anticipation spiked up every nerve in my body. I can't wait to see her. After all the months that I have waited until the news about us boiled down, I can finally see her. I was at the passenger's seat and Marcus and I were the only people inside the SUV. All of them were left at the parking lot earlier. After a few moments, the door opened and I shifted on my seat leaning towards the dashboard to get a closer look at her. And then, I saw her. Her face was clear since her hair was tied up in a bun. She was carrying her backpack and she had a book around her arms. I looked at her marveled at how she kept looking great as if her degree wasn't so hard. She didn't have bags under her eyes but I suspected it was only covered with make- up. She's beautiful. And one of the things that I saw from her was that smile of hers. She had a big smile as she talked with her friends and would laugh from time to time. There were just talking outside the building and I knew they were waiting someone. My question on whom they were waiting for was finally answered when the door opened again revealing the man who was with her the last time I saw her. I never knew why he was there for a long time so I asked Marcus.
"What is Ezekiel O'brien doing there?" I asked Marcus as I watched him approach Biya with a smile and Biya smiled back.
"He's one of the doctors that help them review, sir." He replied. So he currently worked there and Biya's in there reviewing? Great... The way he looked at her was clear to me that he liked her more than just a friend. He was beside him and he was really close with their shoulders touching. He leaned down and spoke to her and she nodded with a smile. There was a pang of jealousy just watching her with him. It's not because I am not only with her but also because she's smiling because of him.
"Where do they go after this?" I asked Marcus who was quietly watching.
"It's Friday, sir, so I think they will go to Mr. O'brien's place."
"He has a house here?" I never thought he had a house here considering that he's from abroad.
"Yes sir. They go there every Friday. I have observed that they always go there together with her friends. They would have dinner at his place." He informed me.
"Are they close?" He hesitated answering me.
"Yes sir." He admitted and I went tense.
"You shouldn't torture yourself like this, sir." He spoke but his eyes were at Biya's group who was now getting inside a black SUV. Then, once they were all in, I saw Ezekiel go inside the passenger's seat. After a few seconds, they took off. I remained silent still having a blank mind. What did I just saw? She's happy now and it's not because of me but because of another man. I swallowed air before sighing.
"Do you want us to follow them, sir?" He asked as he started the engine. I waved a hand at him.
"No. I'm going home." He nodded still silent as I didn't reply to what he had said earlier. I shouldn't torture myself... Huh. If only it is that easy to make Biya go away from my mind. She looked better. I guess it's better when I am not around. I sighed again resting my head on my hand. Another heartache for another day. Damn. I must go to the hospital with my condition. I wish there's a cure for heartache. If there is one, I could have taken a dozen. Once, I was home, my mother greeted me with her sweet smile but it quickly vanished when he saw me.
"What happened to you? What's wrong?" She asked touching my cheek and scanning my face.
"Nothing mom. I'm just tired." Not tired with work but tired of what I'm going through. I'm tired with the pain I experience every day. I want it to disappear but I still can't move on with her. It's funny how things turned out for the both of us. She's happy and I'm here wasting away. I have to admit that it's a relief that she has a smile on her face now. Not like a forced one or a fake one but a real smile but I should be happy that she's happy. I guess it must be because I am used to be the one making her happy and now another man is making her have her sunshine.
"No, you are not. Come on. Talk to me, son. I am cooking dinner." She said and made me go to the kitchen. I sat on one of the stools at the kitchen aisle while she continued to stir some soup she made.
"So what happened?" She asked as she tasted what she was cooking.
"Everything is going great with work, mama." She looked at me as if I was joking.
"That's not what I want to know. Why are you dressed like that? Where's your suit?" She asked as she stirred the soup using the long wooden ladle.
"It's in the office. I dressed up like this so no one would know that it's me." She raised a brow.
"Son... where did you go?" Her voice spoke in a tone that says I better tell her the truth.
"I went to see Biya." I admitted and she froze.
"You what?"
"I went out to see Biya. Don't worry. No one followed me." I heard her sigh before she turned the stove off and faced me.
"Did you two meet?" She asked while she took a seat at the other side of the aisle facing me. There was worry in her eyes.
"No mama. I just went out to see her." I gave her a smile but she's unconvinced.
"How was it, dear?"
"She better than before." She had a weak smile.
"And she's with someone else." She knew what I meant for her smile dropped.
"Oh. I'm sorry, dear." She got up and went beside me then gave me a tight hug. I leaned over wanting the warm comfort my mom has for me. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders then felt her rub my back.
"It's okay. It's my fault." I sighed closing my eyes.
"You still love her. It's clear to me. All you have been doing for the past few months was sulk, stare at the ring you gave her, stare at your pictures together or lock yourself in your room. You have been drinking a lot too. I can't see you suffer like this, son. Your father and I have been talking about you, worrying about your habits. We can't take it just looking at you like this son." I heard her sniff. Shit! I pulled out and looked up at her.
"Don't cry, mama. I will be better. Just let me have it, please. It's my fault that she's gone from my life and I am trying to move on or get better. I know I won't forget her because..."
"Yes, I know. You still love her. But why aren't you doing anything? You kept your distance. If you still love her, chase her. Crawl or kneel if you have to."
"I can't. Not right now." She looked at me confused. She pulled a chair and sat in front of me.
"Why not?"
"She's reviewing right now, mama. I can't risk destroying her career. I don't want to risk her going back to our rough patch. What if she cries again and would shut me out? Or worse, others? I don't want that to happen. I am waiting for the right time." Maybe time can heal us and when I go back to her, I will do my best to erase that mistake that I have regrettably done. Mama smiled at me and there was a glint in her brown eyes.
"Okay. That's good. I hope everything will turn out well in the end." She said standing up then ruffled my hair.
"Mom!" She laughed since she knew I didn't want anyone messing up my hair.
"What? You look younger without that neat look of yours. Try not applying gel on your hair when you go out." She chuckled.
"Hey! What are you talking about?" My dad had returned home and I stood up. He gave me a bear hug before she went to my mom and kissed her cheek. It made me remember Biya again. Those moments with her in this house... I would be cooking and when she arrives from her school or somewhere else, I would approach her and kiss her. We had a wonderful time here.
"So what are you talking about? Hair?" Dad looked at us with humor in his eyes and smile.
"Yes. Tell your son that he would look better if he doesn't always put his hair in a neat look." Mom said and Dad nodded looking at me.
"Yeah. I agree with your mom. A new look might capture some ladies," I groaned face palming while Mom slapped Dad's shoulder.
"Sorry. I mean, lady. You still love her, right?" He said and I nodded at him. He gave me a big smile.
"I'm sure you will get her back." I shook my head chuckling while Mom was grinning.
"Way too confident, papa." I replied and he waved a hand.
"I'm confident about you. You're my son. I'm sure of it. No one can resist you." I laughed.
"She has someone else," I informed him and he scoffed.
"No she doesn't."
"Yes she does." He waved a hand dismissing what I have said.
"You'll win her back. You still love her and that's the only thing you need to get her back."
"Why are you so confident about this, papa?"
"That's how I won your mom." He winked while mom gasped and slapped his chest this time. Dad chuckled.
"Relationships are not perfect, son. You will have fights but since you broke her trust to you, it would take time to build it. Just be true to yourself. Be honest to what you feel. You don't have to be restrained by your doubts." Mama spoke this time.
"Yes. Your mama and I also had a fight before we were married and I thought I lost her but I didn't give up. She made me have the consequences but I didn't give up."
"Don't give up, dear. Just have patience." Mom smiled with hope in her eyes. Their talk gave me motivation. It lighted up the flickering hope that I have.
"Thank you, mama... papa. Thanks for the talk."
"You're welcome dear. Talk to us about anything, okay? We're here to listen. Don't shut yourself out." They smiled at me.
"Yeah. Thanks."
"Good. Now, go change. Dinner is about to be ready." Mom said and that was my cue to go to my room and rest for a little bit.
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