the first part! It’s rather long because it’s an introduction (plus inclusive
of the sneak peek) but the future parts wouldn’t be as long as this! (: ►3180 words, part one ✉ When
life gives you a drunken man, you let him ride on your tiger’s back.
“Make sure Hope doesn’t eat all
the berries again, the guests are getting suspicious to why we don’t get to
serve any when we’re famous for it,”
He warned, pointing at you with the knife because he’s making breakfast and you’re rolling your eyes before you waved
your hands in the air, walking out of the door, “But they make it so easy!”
“Hey…” He growls, and for a
second, you think he’s the animal. You
snort, raising two hands up in defense, “Got it, I’ll make sure he doesn’t,”
“That’s good—“ He whistles.
“At least not allof them,” You retort.
“You little—!” He shouts but you
couldn’t hear it all.
You were left to dashing out of
the door, slamming it shut, trailing down the corridors and then out through
the back to enter the greenery, the forest—the wild life. Your feet brought you
quick and fast through the trees that covered the sun that started to rise,
brightening and enlightening the day to a new morning. The nature engulfed you
in once you felt that familiar feeling of entering what home felt like and it’s been quite a while since you’ve been living
See… that man you almost into an argument with earlier
was… someone you considered to be your guardian—he’s known to be as Pops for you, father. It’s difficult to
talk about things like this but bottom line is, he owns a resort here for
countless of years. He was living the dream in the business of hospitality. It
used to be the limelight of this country, well-known to the world but once a ferry accident had happened, nearby
the place he owned… no good news came out from it. He lost his only daughter,
he lost his beautiful wife—he lost
the reason why he’s working so hard.
And you… you weren’t that far from his situation.
You had lost the two people that
brought you to this world, they were lost in that tragic accident and the
mourning took longer than you had expected—you can’t even remember how long
you’ve been crying, how many hours wasted in hoping they’d come back, how many
minutes had gone by just like that because you were foolishly praying. He takes
you in after seeing you weep by the ocean as your eyes watched the ferry your
parents had board upon never return safely back to shore and witnessing the
motor vehicle explode, taking any life on it down to the bottom of the sea, and
the comfort of his arms took you in out of pity, sympathy—and mostly because he
knew what it felt like to lose his whole world—it’s like seeing his own
reflection except in a younger child.
Unknowingly, that’s how he took
you into his life—and now you’re his
What made things more
complicated is that you’re not exactly
an ordinary child. Ladies about your age would be interested in many other
things like going on fancy dates, the in and
outs of fashion, looking out for those of the opposite gender, possibly even
marriage, maybe focused in their work? But you… no. It’s speaks for itself because earlier, Hope is not a house pet that goes around
eating berry supplies for the guests by
the lobby to eat… it’s—
The roaring of an animal could
be heard, strong and brave, mighty and the leader of the pack brazed through
the bushes, past the leaves and you stood on your ground with a grin. The
orange and black striped animal tackled you down, rolling you over the dry soil
and a squeal leaving your mouth when he has a growl sounding at the back of his
throat the moment your body got caught in his tail.
“Hope!” You chuckled, noticing
how he nuzzled into your neck, your hand reaching up to stroke the eager fellow’s
Yeah, you’re right—Hope is a tiger.
I sensed your presence so I came quick, he purred softly into your
ears, whining quietly and feeling you scratch his head as you remained on the
ground, using an arm to hug his torso the best way you can but he’s always too
big. It feels incredible having the
fluffiness of his beautiful fur against your skin, “You didn’t need to pounce
on me like I’m your next meal—ah, which leads to remind you,” You gave him a
light nudge and he rolled to the side as you got up and used the back of his
head to aid yourself, pushing down on it like a leverage and he grumbled and
looked up to you with his yellow eyes, you
know I hate it when you do that.
can understand what Hope is saying. For some reason, others would hear their
growls, their chirps, their roars but
you would hear none of that. Of
course it’s not out loud but let’s just say, the message you’d get was
different. Whenever these animals make sounds, what they’re saying gets
translated into your mind, thus, whatever you’re hearing from them are legitimately words and you understand
them perfectly as if they speak your language. Apparently, you thought that’s
how it is but one day when Pops asks who
are you talking to? And you reply, the
tiger, he’s hungry.
That’s when you knew your ability—and to
your full advantage, it’s how you make a living now. You and Hope… the two of
you go way back but… let’s save that
for another time, yes? Because now’s not the time to go back to memory lane especially when he nearly cost you a
knife to the face.
“And you got me in trouble again—you’re eating all the berries,
The tiger backs off slowly, soft
rumblings from his chest, trying to hide away and you’re huffing with your arms
crossed, “So you did!”
I was hungry! The beast whined.
“I fed you two pieces of meat
that day! Heck, Hope, it was yesterday!”
The tiger gets down to the
ground, lying on his stomach and his eyes are not looking up to yours, I’m sorry…
He was doing that again—that
thing with his eyes that makes him look so precious and he knows you can’t stay mad at him if he does that. You’re scoffing,
shaking your head, “No, Hope. You’re going to get punished.”
The beast scrambles from the
ground, whining louder, n-no! Anything
but punishment! You know I hate being in the cage!
Now he’s roaring—and for any
normal human being, they’d be scared to shit or even shit themselves but you were persistent despite his cries of please! Please!
You raise a hand and now he’s
silent, obeying your orders and lying down to the ground again, mouth shut.
“No meat for the day,”
He threatens to get up, he
“Unless you want to be in the
cage for the night?”
He remains on the ground, frozen.
You missed a spot.
You exhale and reach forward,
scrubbing off the stain on the cage, tolerating any sort of additional parts
they’d want you to clean before you head back because today was one hell of a
night. Not only did you have to play waitress for the restaurant but you also
had the night shift to clean the animals’ cages. Yeah, you certainly do not get paid enough for this—heck,
you could easily ask someone else to do it!
But here you were, wasting your
night away to make sure this is all squeaky
“Oh calm down, will you?!” You
groaned, dropping to the corner to use extra force in scraping it off.
However, halfway or rather, in
the midst of you grumbling your troubles away about how this shouldn’t be how
you spend your weekends, there was a growl in the air but it wasn’t any other
type of growl, it was your name. You
shot up from the ground at the familiar noise echoing past the trees, through the
crisp of the night and then the shivers ran down your spine because that’s
usually the sound when an intruder is in here—in the forest…which was odd
because it’s almost nearing midnight—it’s
impossible for anyone to be out here late at night.
Hope is in the West! Intruder, intruder!
Immediately, you waved a hand at
Sapphire, and she came towards you
instantly. Throwing your leg over her torso and a light kick, she was left to
sprinting towards wherever her instincts told her where Hope would be.
Dropping you off, you delicately
stroked her head and nudged her away, “Head back, I’ll take care of this.”
She was hesitant, but the
tigress stalked off step by step with her blue eyes remaining on you the whole
time before she blended in with the trees and disappeared.
You took one, two, three steps
forward, around the trees only to freeze in your spot when you see a man,
dressed in a tuxedo, a glass bottle in his hand and his other pointing at the
beast before him. The beast was almost
his size and the fact that the beast was on fours was another thing. It had
beautiful orange fur, black stripes and it didn’t seem to faze as it stood
against the tall man.
Your eyes squinted only to focus
on the man, his features unknown to you and he didn’t seem familiar—he didn’t feel familiar, either.
He turned his head a bit, the
moonlight shining down on him and your eyes widened at the sight. He had pretty
sharp features to begin with, dark eyes, pout lips, slightly sharp nose and a
slender jawline—he could be a model
for all you know and you’re left to stepping out of the dark before Hope would cause any damage because
there’s no way you can bring this man back to life.
“W-Who are you?”
The man flinched at your voice
and it’s hilarious because he’s not afraid of the huge tiger in front of him?
“Who a-are you talking to?” The
man pointed at you with his finger, the bottle swinging idly in his other and
he seemed to have slurred—bad. You
could hear the alcohol reeking from him and he’s not even that close to you.
His tie was loosened and he seemed so weak that you could give him a shove and
he’d be on the ground by now.
There was a growl from the
animal but you came close enough to place a hand on his (Hope is a male) head,
trying to make him back off, “Stop, Hope…”
“Hope?” The man questioned, then
laughed, “Who the hell is Hope?”
There was a louder growl, a
snarl, a deadly warning and you swore you hear Hope scrapping his claws in the
soil. “This is Hope,” You remained your hand on his head and for once, the man
actually took a look at what you’re placing your hand on.
His eyes widened, his breath
quickened—and then the glass bottle broke after a loud thud that followed
“Great…” You muttered under your
breath, turning down to the tiger that looked up to you, “You made him faint.”
I didn’t even do anything.
“Well you’re a tiger! That’s why
Well sorry I’m not human. Plus, I thought he was going to hurt you!
“He’s drunk, Hope! He can’t do
anything without tripping over his own foot,”
I was worried for you.
You sighed at his good
intentions but now you were rather worried about the lying figure on the
What do we do with him? The tiger growled softly, nuzzling his head
by your hip and you shook your head because for once, as a person who knows
what to do with everything around here, your mind went blank.
“I have no idea.”
You feel Hope’s tail going
around your waist, and you saw through his plans, “Hope, we can’t just leave
him here like this,”
Then what do you plan to do? He’s looking up to you, ready to obey
whatever you’re planning and it takes you a moment to go through what you
should do. The chances of you bringing him back to the resort on your own was
rather slim because he looks like he’s able to topple you over with just his
weight—and height. And it’s not a bright idea to risk allowing Hope to carry the man all the way there when there’s a function going on. So, taking things to your hands, you had somewhere in mind where he could stay the
night before you’d kick him out the morning after—you had a show to run
tomorrow and it’s not going to be easy sleeping in the sofa tonight.
“Wait here…” You mumbled softly,
detaching yourself from the tiger before taking a few steps to reach the lying
figure on the ground. You crouched down and gently picked up the pieces of
glass to set them aside, “Could you bring the basket?” You asked, pretty sure
that he was already stalking off somewhere to retrieve whatever you’ve
The shards were set off in a
pile beside him and you had tried to peel off the glass in his hand to place it
on top of it all. His eyes are closed, heavy and he’s mumbling something
incoherent and you can’t make up what he’s saying even if your life depended on
it. Slightly in the pocket of his tuxedo, the jacket, you see a white corner
poking out. It’s not right to snoop
around but you have no choice, your hand reached for it, pulling the card
out and you’ve managed to get his name.
Wu Yi Fan, CEO
You’re scoffing a laugh, rolling your eyes as you compared the image on his card (which surprises you) and the passed out image that’s 3D before your eyes—CEO my ass. Shrugging, you slip the card
back into his pocket as if it was never touched. When Hope returns with the
basket and you’ve put the pieces of glass away in it, you’re heaving his body
onto Hope’s back and the tiger is grumbling.
Are you sure I’m still not getting any meat tonight? He asks, on
the way back to where you two were headed and you snarl, “What are you expecting?
You’re the reason why he fainted in the first place,”
Hope is grumbling, huffing in
discontent and you understand what he’s saying and sometimes he forgets that you can hear his words
“Put him in bed and wait by the
door,” You say once you get into your place, just a house perfect for one somewhere in the trail between the
back of the resort and the forest. Hope is delicately walking into your
bedroom, on his feet carefully to make sure he shakes off the body on his back
so the man is sliding onto your bed. Hope backs away from the bed and notices
how the man is already getting used to the softness of your mattress and Hope
is debating on whether he should or should not do it but he’s already doing
what he didn’t know he would do.
He exits and uses his tail to
nudge the door close before he reaches the main door, standing there casually as
he waved his tail around. His senses pick up the scent of chicken meat and his
mouth is dry when you stand in front of him with a grin, “This is for
being a good boy,” You pat his head, then place the meat in his mouth.
He hums in content, thank you…
“I’ll see you in the morning,
Hope,” You coo, stroking his head and then he’s nodding once with a grateful
look in his eyes, goodnight.
You close the door and decide it’s
time to check on another animal you’ve
not set out to take care of for the night. The thought of being able to dive
into your bed and sleep in peace is completely gone because once you reach your
bedroom, you see an unknown man, though you know his name, it’s not the same.
He’s occupying way too much space for you to slip in but you do notice that the
blanket is tucked over him nicely and
his shoes are removed—so those were the pair of shoes by your door…
And to think Hope was a bad tiger.
You swear when you’re about to
leave the room, there was a soft no
and it makes you almost freak out
from the low and groggy voice. Freezing in the spot (and feeling like that dumb
person in a horror movie that dies after hearing a sound), you’re fixing your
eyes on him. It takes you less than five seconds to realize he’s frowning, his
body facing you and it’s like he’s sleep talking when he mumbles a lot of things you can’t make up.
Sighing and unable to just walk
away from this, you take quiet steps towards him and sit by the side on the
bed, hesitating if you should touch him or not. You nearly let out a scream
when his hand darts out to your way, clutching onto your wrist and you swear he’s
not asleep. His eyes open and you’re hitching your breath because this is not how you intend to talk to
He’s introducing himself, hi… my name is Wu Yi Fan… and you’re
dumbfounded like what the fuck are
you supposed to say? He won’t remember this and when he slips his hand into
yours, you’re widening your eyes from his sudden move and it doesn’t feel like
he’s drunk when he’s demanding for your name.
You stammer out your name and
for a split second you thought you had forgotten your own name.
He’s smiling in satisfaction
when he hears your name but he’s tugging you down to the bed and rolling you
over, embracing you tightly and you’re clenching your eyes shut from all the
sudden movement and the warmth that’s engulfing you. It’s foreign, it’s unusual
but strangely good. You tense in his
arms, on the bed you call your own and sleep every night but it feels different tonight.
“U-Uh… M-Mr. Wu?” You try to
nudge him away, “I don’t think this is appropriate—“
“Don’t leave,” He’s muttering
the words under his breath, clutching onto you tighter and then making you
press your cheek against his chest. His arms are caging you in, cocooning you
towards his body and it’s impossible to break free even if you tried. He’s drunk,
yes—but he’s strong and way bigger than you, much like a giant life-sized doll.
“You’re drunk…” You breathe,
noticing how he’s staring down on you and you bet he can’t even see clearly.
It’s true when his eyes are
blurry, in a daze—and his head is spinning, he’s seeing stars but he sees them
in your eyes and he smiles. “And you’re really pretty,”
It makes you close your eyes
because why the hell were you
blushing from a drunken man’s compliment in the first place? You remain having
your hands on his chest, trying to nudge him away but he doesn’t say a word, he
doesn’t complain but he’s not letting you go, either.
You glance up once more and then
you’re sighing for the umpteenth time today before you curse.