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Finn Nelson laid his broad back on the sofa as he sipped his Vodka, having some random thoughts of his own. He was enjoying his Vodka alone, it was almost 30 minutes later when he went home from his date with another blonde bombshell he just met around 3 days ago.
It was his 25th date for this month. And just like the rest of his dates it always end up on the same thing. A hot, steamy sex and him ditching his date and never call them or never met up with them again. And if ever the two of them cross each other, he would just walk past them and pretended as if he never knew them.
There were some women who would run after him, well…not actually some but most of them. It was starting to get annoying, ‘coz everyday his Blackberry would always ring, all from his former dates, and this time asking him that they should met up with him again.
And of course, being the typical him, he would always decline and tell them to stop bothering him.
Some of his friends would always ask if he ever feel bad about ditching women, but his only answer was a shrug.
Truth to be told, he did feel bad, but he never showed. After all, it was not entirely his fault; he never gave a promise of meeting up with them again.
“Geez, Finn. When are you going to settle yourself with a woman?” He remembered his beat mate, Archie, telling him when he saw him in the stepping out in a restaurant. He was trailing his boyfriend with a heavy looking box that would seem like to be heavy tools for his boyfriend’s invention.
It would look like they would only brag about logical and politic issues, for the both them, it wasn’t. They just used them as an excuse to tick off each other’s patience.
He sighed, sipping his Vodka once again as his eyes fixed on the scenery behind his glass wall. He tore his gaze away from the scenery, and then roamed it around his condo. It looked really big, too big for a single person, but since he badly need a place for his own, he bought it. He was already 27, he can’t stay in his parent house for that long, and it’s completely embarrassing to stay there in that age.27.
Gee, he really is starting to get old. It was starting to get lonely, damned lonely. Almost all of his friends are settled. Archie has finally settled with Tom, even Chop was engaged with Izzy. He just can’t help but be damned jealous with his mates, they were finally settled.
But the stupid thing was, he wanted someone special on his life. Like what those people called “family”, even if not a family he wanted to feel the same way Archie and the others felt, being loved.
He let out a scoff. Yeah, right. Like that would happen, women are just after his looks, sex, and money. As if they would want to marry, to settle down, to make a family with him.
He cursed, as if.
He pondered off, twirling his glass of Vodka as he watched as the contents followed each move. When was the last time he’d been in a serious relationship with a woman?
He drank the liquor, staring blankly in to the wall.
Then, he remembered.
He fucking remembered her.
That woman with a soft, silky, waist-length, raven hair and a beautiful face. How come he forgotten about her? She was the woman who was with him for a long time. It was a year, perhaps. The longest record, he presumed. She was everything a man could ever as for, beautiful, intelligent and kind. He could still vividly remember the time they shared together, especially them making love. He felt weird whenever they’re together. Not weird in a bad way, but in unbelievably good way.
She was the only woman that could make him feel loved. The only woman that could make him tug his lips upward to smile. The only woman that could make him feel so special.
He placed the glass down the glass table just near him as he heave out an exasperated sigh.
She might be the one that make him feel loved but she was the one that hurt him.
They met up for seemed to be 5 or 6 years before, she was a waitress in his favorite restaurant, since he was always busy to cook his own meal that’s why he always takes his meal in a restaurant, which happens to be next to his company.
She was just like any of those typical women, but there was something in her that makes him think that she was different. She was undeniably cheerful, and her smile, God, her smile, her smile was something that could put the radiant sunshine to shame. He couldn’t help but think that the reason why the restaurant was damn popular is because of this woman.
She was always the one who was oblige in the restaurant to greet him every time he enters the restaurant, the one to take his orders, the one to entertain him until he finish his meal and leave.
Not until then he became a regular customer, and yes, it would also mean she became his regular waitress as well. She talks, he listens. They enjoyed being together, even if he doesn’t really talk too much, she still accepts it; acknowledge it unlike the other girls that he dated.
Then before he knew it, he asked her to go out with him. And surprisingly, she accepted.
Their time together was special, amazingly special.
He learned a lot of things about her. And she too, about him.
God, he can feel butterflies swarming around him for Pete’s sake! Damn, he feels like a hormonal teenager whenever they’re together. He made him feel so damned special. Too damned special.
At first he thought that he was just all for sex, but dammit, he was starting to feel that he was wrong. Love was something that was never in his vocabulary. Her breaths, her giggles, her caress, her moan, God, her moan. He can never forget how turn on he is whenever she moans.
Just as he thought that she was finally going to be the one for him…..
She just left. Left without leaving any trace.
Then, he was broken.
“Rae, aren’t you going home yet?"A pretty, blond haired girl asked as she lifted a bunch of paper works using her delicate arms, her blouse lifting as she positioned her upper torso up to gain more access on looking at her way, the bundle was higher than her head that she just have to peek over them so that she could see her.
A woman around 26 year old glance up, her black colored eyes laughing, "No, not yet.”
The blond haired girl sighed, “Come on, Rae. You’ve been really busy this week. You need to rest up a bit, you know?”
Rae only gave a beaming smile, “Gee, Chlo. Just let me be, ok? I wanna keep myself busy this week. I don’t wanna stay home doing nothing.”
Chloe, sighed, “Geez, darling. You might catch some disease if you continue that.”
With a lift of a brow, Rae asked, “Disease?”
Chloe shrugged, “Workaholic disease.”
Rae burst into a pool of laughter, gripping her stomach firmly as if it was going to burst out. Rae’s delicate brows rose up, looking at her as if she’s some kind of a mentally retarded woman. Well, she was true right? Workers who work their butts out will definitely catch that disease, her close friend caught that disease once, and believe her, it was hard getting her butt out of the swivel chair.
Finally with one whole breath, Rae calmed down, but there was a happy tear on her eye that has she wiped out using the back of her hand, “There’s no such thing as 'Workaholic Disease’, Chlo.”
She rolled her eye, “Believe me, Rae dear. That dreadful disease does exist.”
Rae giggled, “As if, dear. You should better go, Mike might be searching for you already,” she said as she wriggled her delicate eyebrows playfully the moment she said the name “Mike”.
Mike, was Chloe’s husband. Those 2 just married for like 2 weeks ago. The newlywed just got back from their honeymoon in Italy and the two of them decided that it would be much better if they returned to their work, since the both of them don’t really like slacking off doing nothing.
Mike was a really nice guy, Rae already met Mike, he was a complete worrier when it comes to Chloe’s welfare and such, and she just can’t help but feel jealous with Chloe for having such a kind and gentle husband.
Well it was just that she was never married, and by the looks of it she has no plans on taking matrimony; well not if she wasn’t given the chance to met Mr. Right.
As if reading her mind, Chloe’s lips curled up into a faint smirk, “When are you going to get hooked up, Rae?” she teased, and this time, it was her turn to wriggle her eyebrows at her.
Rae grimaced, “I don’t need to marry. I’m happy with what I am right now,” she smiled, her eyes softening as if she was thinking of a certain someone. “I’m contented with what I have.”
Her friend just can’t help but smile, “Well, I guess you don’t want to replace him.”
She gave her a beaming smile, “Of course. I would never want to.”
They seem to lost track of time, for the bell has already rung from the moment they decided to end their animated chat, indicating that it was the night shift’s turn to do the duties, -the both of them was taking the regular shift- and Chloe even forgot the heavy piles of paper she’s been holding the whole time, probably because she got too engross with their talk.
“Well, we should probably take our leave,” Rae suggested, shutting down the computer and not forgetting to save the documents that she typed that might be handful for tomorrow.
With a nod, Chloe started to take her leave, with Rae trailing behind her, but she can’t help but notice that the Chloe was having her difficulties with the papers she’s handling.
With a swift move, she took the half of the bundle Rae has been struggling to keep balance. The woman was about to protest but immediately shut her mouth up when the Rae gave her the look.
They left the building as soon as the night shifts entered the building, the two of them exchanging greets with the newcomers.
“Nothing beats the fresh air from the outside,” Chloe breathes out, relaxing her shoulders to balance the papers she’s still holding as they opened the glassed door.
Rae closed her eyes, feeling the relaxing air within her face as she also stepped out, “You’re right,” then she tilted her head to face Chloe who was still in her state of relaxation, “What are these papers for, by the way?” she can’t help but ask, since seems like her best mate has no intention of leaving this bundle of papers behind.
“Oh, this is for my husband’s friend,” she replied, not looking at her.
Lifting a brow, she asked, “For what?”
Chloe shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe for him to sign.”
Rae looked intently with the papers, they were blank, and probably Mike still has to print them on, “I feel sorry for the man,” she glance at the paper with sympathy.
This time, Chloe looked at her, “Who?”
She turned to face her, “The one who’ll be signing this bundle of papers.”
“I doubt that, Rae dear.” Chloe giggled, “That man has the disease so I think he wouldn’t mind it.”
Chloe made her way to the garage, opening her car then shoved the papers into the passenger’s seat carefully, with Rae trailing behind her, who as well shoved the papers next to the bundle of papers where Chloe placed them with utmost care.
After placing the paper there, Rae has to stretch her arms out when she felt that they were starting to feel numb, then looked at Chloe who made her way to the driver’s seat, fastening her seatbelt as she turned on the gas, and Rae just have to bent down to level her gaze with her.
“Aren’t you going to ride with me?” Chloe asked, and Rae realized that she seemed to forgot the question she ask her earlier but decided to let that one slide, it was not that important anyway.
She shook her head curtly, “Thanks for the offer, but I have to fetch him up.”
With a smile, Chloe nodded her head,“ OK, then. Don’t forget to give me my regards to him, OK?”
Rae gave Chloe her warmest smile, gave her peck in the cheeks then the she left leaving her alone in the garage, sighing absent mindedly.
Then she left with the clacking of her heels echoing in the whole garage.
Rae can’t help herself from grinning when she saw him impatiently waiting at the bench, sitting, his raven hair disheveled and his dark brown eyes narrowed, his little hands coolly tucked inside his pockets while his short legs was rocking back in forth, and she could bet that she saw his little lips rumble slowly as if he was mumbling something, though she doesn’t know what he was mumbling about.
She took a few steps toward him, and as if instinct, his head snapped on her, his dark brown eyes still narrowed, “You’re late, Mom.”
She smiled. Even annoyed, he was still irresistibly cute and the same time handsome at his very tender age of 5. He jump off the bench swiftly, brushing the imaginary dirt on his cute cargo shorts as he stride on her way, clutching his small, firm hands on her delicate large ones.
Propping her knees to match her height on his, she gave him a smile, “How was school, Finch?”
She saw her son’s eyes softened when she gave him a smile, but it was only such a short time when he immediately concealed it with his boring, nonchalant stare, “Boring.”
Rae can’t help but giggle, “Is that so? Oh, by the way, Aunt Chloe would like to give her regards to you.”
“Mom, my classmates will consider you a retard woman if they saw you in here giggling over whatever thing I say that’s not even funny.” Finch drawled, wrinkling his nose in disgust when he imagined the scenario.
Rae smiled, “Then what would you do when they tease you about your mom being retarded?”
She thought he would say, “I’ll embarrass me to death that I have to ask the Earth to swallow me up,” as what he commonly say when she asked him about embarrassing topics. But he surprised her with his answer…
“I would burn their heads off for insulting my mom,” he muttered in a low whisper, but it was enough for Rae to hear. He wasn’t looking at her directly in the eye, and was looking at the other direction to hide his blush.
Not helping it any longer, she gave him a motherly peck on the forehead, making him look at her direction, “He-”
“How about we order some milkshake?” She winked at him, her smile broadening.
Finch’s lips curled upward, “I like the sound of that.”
They left the park, walking hand in hand together as they walked on their way to their favorite store.
And as Rae glanced down to the boy linking hands with her, she can’t help but think.
Maybe that marriage thing should wait for a while.
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