JHARIED'S POV
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Hays, it was morning again. I rose from my soft bed and walked to take a shower in the bathroom.
It felt so good to sleep without anyone bothering you. I wish it could be like this every day.
Finally, there wasn't anymore trouble in my life. There was no more noise in this house. I could do everything that I wanted.
Finally, I could bring girls home. I'm sure the women who are head over heels for me have missed me dearly.
She must have gone home by now. She better have, so my life can finally return to normal.
After I showered and got ready, I left the room, smelling something wonderful; someone was cooking. Maybe it was Mom or the maid; maybe she came back.
Suddenly, my stomach growled because of the delicious smell that came from the food. It was mouth-watering.
I was so hungry that, as I walked downstairs, I simply had to hold my stomach.
I was getting closer to the kitchen when I heard someone singing.
How to accept that you're gone, how and where to begin—
As I entered the kitchen, my eyes went wide in shock at what I was facing. *Wait, this is impossible. She managed to get in?!*
Wherever you are, I hope you can hear—
She was singing with her eyes closed, holding a ladle like a microphone. My eyes narrowed in annoyance.
She stopped and looked at me.
"Oh, you're awake?" she asked with a smirk while stirring whatever she was cooking. I gave her the death glare.
"How did you get in?" I asked coldly.
"My prayer. that I can embrace you."She sang again. I got angrier. She thinks her voice is beautiful—it's actually screechy.
She looked at me, still smiling. Why are you smiling, woman?! I thought you left! Argh.
"Simple, I brought a key," she replied, smiling, as she plated the food.
"I'm not eating; it might be poisoned," I said irritably. She smirked.
"Really, you think so? If it were poisoned, you would have died a long time ago," she again answered. I glared at her.
You'll get yours later. My life is still precious.
She is really annoying. She has the gall to smile like that. Meanwhile, I am about to explode with anger.
"I am not eating!" I said coldly. She only shrugged.
"Suit yourself; I'm eating." She sat down and scooped some food.
Fuck, I was really hungry. I had no choice but to sit down too. She looked at me.
"I thought you weren't going to eat?" she asked, her mouth full.
Disgusting. She doesn't even swallow before speaking.
I didn't answer her. I took some fried rice, hotdog and egg.
I looked at her when I noticed that she was staring at me.
"What are you looking at?!" I snapped. She didn't say a word; she just got up and took her bag from the sofa.
"I'm going to school now; you can take care of this! Wash that—I DID THE COOKING!" she yelled before slamming the door shut.
I tightened my grip on the spoon.
Irritating! I thought she left. She's still here. When is she going to leave? She doesn't like me either, so why does she bother? I've given her every ugly treatment possible, and she's still here!
I bit into the hot dog fiercely, fueled by my annoyance.
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HEARTFILIA's POV
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I was constantly yawning with every step I took as I walked with Joseph and Nicole; I didn't know how few hours of sleep I had gotten. I was too sleepy, but I needed to get up to cook our breakfast—duh, I don't wanna die of starvation. Only him, not me.
"Why do you look so exhausted?" my gay best friend probed. God, Joseph you are so nosy.
"Not 'look like,' gay best friend. I AM EXHAUSTED," I answered, tearfully. I couldn't handle what happened last night; I cry when I remember it.
"Why??" he asked. Should I tell them? I know these two—they won't stop nagging me.
I yawned again. I really need to sleep this off.
"Hey, why are you so worn out?" the other one asked. Good grief.
I hope they don't laugh at me…
"Because, you see…" I was still having second thoughts. I looked at them—both had raised eyebrows. I closed my eyes tightly.
"What?" they both asked in unison.
"Hey Heartfilia, come on, hurry up, you're getting me impatient," the gay best friend said. I frowned.
What if I said I stayed up watching a movie? That wouldn't work either - they'd make me tell the plot.
I looked at them, still frowning.
"We separated late last night, right?" I reminded them. They nodded.
"So what, don't tell me your husband beat you up?" the gay best friend asked, pulling up my shirt. Immediately, I pulled it down.
"There are too many people, you idiot!" I snapped. He just rolled his eyes at me.
"What happened?" he asked again.
"He locked me out, gay best friend! I was knocking and knocking, I nearly lost my voice from shouting, but he still wouldn't open it!" I recounted tearfully and with gestures. They were watching me seriously.
"Then what did you do?" they chorused. We sat down at a rolling table.
"I sat on the stairs—"
"Omo, really? You got in when you sat on the stairs?" the gay best friend asked in amazement.
I closed my eyes, squeezing them tight. Seriously, he annoys me sometimes.
"NO. Let me finish first! I sat there, and I was already crying because of what he did. I knocked again but still nothing. So I thought of calling you guys. I took my phone out of my pocket, but instead of my cellphone, I found a KEY! The house key!"
I told the story with frustration, almost crying. Then I saw both of their reactions.
"Prrpt—" they were holding it in, but a moment later, they burst into laughter, though everybody was staring at us.
"Damn it, Filia!" Nicole laughed, slapping the table.
"Seriously, you're so dumb," said the gay best friend, practically crying from laughter.
Nicole punched him, and I was glaring at them both while they were laughing so hard.
"Ouch, Nicole! You're getting on my nerves!" he complained.
I gave him a fierce look.
"What did you say earlier?" Nicole asked.
The gay best friend repeated, "She's so dumb."
She punched him again.
I punched him, too. He was just so infuriating! *If you were in my situation, you wouldn't have thought of the key either!*
"Ow! You guys are too much!" he complained, dramatically faking tears.
"There, serves you right!" Nicole said, sticking out her tongue.
"Hmph, get away from me!" he hissed.
"Why, are you falling in love with me?" Nicole teased again.
"Ar—" he began but was cut short by an inopportune interruption.
"Hey, Top Two. What was that I heard about a student seeing you with Jharied yesterday?"
It was Samantha, with her minions.
"Oh, what do you want now?" the gay best friend asked rudely.
"So you're Top Two now?" she said, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, I am. And no one else. I am also the new wife of the man you want. What, are you jealous?" the gay best friend shot back, unfazed.
Nicole and I looked at each other. Gay best friend, why did you say that?!
"What? Wife? Are you dreaming, Filia? You think Jharied would date you? How cheap!" she told me.
"Excuse me! As if Jharied would date you either!!" She pushed me forward. I was startled—I was still yawning, and now we were face to face.
"Gosh, what's that smell!!" she exclaimed melodramatically. I looked at her from head to toe.
"You're so dramatic. It's just egg and hotdog!" I told her, then rolled my eyes at her.
"Your little flirtation might have been successful, but remember this—your so-called husband will be mine."
I smiled. I couldn't care less. You can even take him home to your house.
"Then take him. If he'll go with you. He's already with me. You've done everything—you've opened yourself up to him so many times. Did he marry you?" I asked, laughing. It felt so good to tease her.
I gave a dirty look at the gay best friend. With his loose tongue, the witch now knew that I was married.
"Excuse me! If you hadn't flirted with him, it should still be me!" she said.
"Oh, she said 'excuse me.' Let her pass!" Nicole supplied, laughing.
"I didn't flirt with anyone, Samantha. You're the only flirtatious one between us." I smiled. Stay pretty, Heartfilia. Don't get stressed.
"You little—!" She grabbed my hair.
I didn't back down, I grabbed her hair too.
"Go Fila! Go go go!" the gay best friend cheered. You jerk, why don't you help me?!
A lot of people were watching. Nothing new-just gossips.
"Who do you think you are!!" she exclaimed heatedly. "Bitch, I'm going to make you bald!"
"You started it, not me!!" I replied while pulling her hair.
"I'm going to make your life miserable!" she screamed.
"You fool, my life has been miserable for a long time! I've been itching to fight you!"
We rolled on the grass. She was on top of me, so she was punching me.
I couldn't fight back, it was unfair!
"Stop it, woman, please!" shouted the gay best friend. He pulled Samantha's hair to force her to stand up. Then she started pulling his hair.
I held on to my numb cheek.
"Try to interfere, and I'll make you bald," Nicole threatened the minions.
They were scared-she's a gangster, after all.
"What is all this din?!" a male voice shouted.
We all looked over.
It was-wait… it was Jharied.
The gay best friend released Samantha at once. She got up and was about to approach Jharied, but Nicole stopped her.
"Hey, stay here!" she pulled her back.
The gay best friend also helped me stand up.
"What is this, woman?" he asked me.
I didn't answer. I glared at him, furious.
"Answer me, woman?!" he shouted.
I looked down; he pulled me away.
I let him pull me. Of course, everyone was staring at us again.
He literally threw me when we entered the hideout. Fortunately, I was able to balance myself.
"When did you learn to fight like this?!" he yelled, his friends turning around and shaking their heads.
"What are your parents going to say? That I'm neglecting you?" he shouted again.
"Why, aren't you? It's true! You treat me like your maid! They're picking a fight with me because of YOU! You messed up my quiet life!" I shouted back. I didn't care if his friends heard me.
"I always get into fights because of you! Tell your girls to stop bothering me! I was minding my own business, and they just had to start trouble! Why, out of all the people I could marry, did it have to be you!" I shouted again, before running out of the hideout.
He's so annoying; I'm always the one who looks bad. I couldn't help but cry due to sheer frustration.
I wish I could throw him onto the Bermuda grass!