---
Exactly, when Xiera left, a familiar face arrives. Guess who?
“Oh em! XYNA” she screamed in excitement as she runs towards my direction.
When I'm already in front of her, she suddenly hugged me tightly as if we've not been seen each pther for suck a long time.
“I missed you Xy!” she said cheerfully.
“Oh? Is that so? But sorry not sorry, I didn't miss you, Agatha. Like duh! It's only have been like 4 or 5 days since we saw each other, not a year. You're very much an over-reacting person, Aga. You must reduce that or people will thought of you as a crazy woman” I teased her. But it's a half meant truth, tho. I'm just like trash talking her.
Yeah, she's Agatha. My personal assistant and my bestfriend. Before she went on their province on Wisconsin, she comes here at my house everyday and ready a breakfast for the two of us. Sometime she'll cook here but most of the time she just brings the food she cooked, and we'll eat.
'And oh! The foods she cooks were all very delicious! Spectacular! She's more like a chef.'
Just like I said, I don’t just consider her as my personal, I considered her as my friend. Means she's one of the most important person in my life and I'll do anything just to protect her. And I don't actually need a personal assistant, because I am very much can handle myself. I born not being dependent on the people around me—I born independent. So I know how to handle my own life. But I just have no choice that time, the manager presented her as my personal assistant, I declined but he really insist so I just accept her.
“Aww, you're really been so hard to me, Xy. Stop being sarcastic to me even just one day!” she said like a child having tantrums.
“Stop that, Aga! You're very much look like a person who happened to escaped the mental hospital! If someone saw you, they might think that I befriend with someone crazy and childish” I said frankly. She just pouted and ignore what I said.
It won't hurt her by the way. She is used to this attitude of mine. And she knows I'm just being honest. I'm not mean—ahm, maybe q little bit.
“By the way, what did you cook today. I also missed your cooking” I asked, she suddenly smiled broadly.
“It's Bulalo, your favorite! Let's eat, and I'll tell you what happened in my stay there in Wisconsin” she said excitedly as if something really good happened during her stay on their province on Wisconsin. We entered the house and she prepared the food.
It's been a long time since I've been able to eat Bulalo, because I don't know how to do it. I don't even know what are its ingredients.
I love Bulalo—if you're not familiar with it, it's a filipino food. I once go in the Philippines, and I tasted Bulalo. And the moment I tasted it, I knew it will become my favorite! Aside from Bulalo, I tasted so many delicious food there in the Philippines, like Sinigang, a chicken curry, and of course! My second favorite! Adobo! It's very very delicious. So fantastic.
I know how to cook, but she cooks more better than mine, she could have become a chef than applying as a personal assistant of someone like me. But I also very thankful that she came into my life. Atleast there's someone who can understand me without misunderstooding me. Someone who stays by my side.
When she finished preparing the food, we start digging in and she also started telling stories—her experience in her so-called vacation.
“Do you know-”
“I don't know” she pouted once again.
“Iihhh! Just listen, do you know, I met a super-duper handsome in Wisconsin! Like he's super handsome! He's more like a god! (Gods/goddesses in mythology)” she said while her eyes were still shining, proof that she's very happy, but then she suddenly frowned.
“But he's an arrogant jerk, and a little bit rude. He thought he was the most handsome in the world!”
Oh, reminds me of someone, eh? But I'm sure that that arrogant person she's talking about is not even a half of the man that I know's arrogance. He can't be defeated. He's very suited for the title of god of the wind. When he started praising himself, be ready beause the storm is coming, bruh.
“Hmm, but then you were crushing on him, huh?” I teased her, her cheeks blushed.
Realtalk. She really looks a crazy teenager who's fantasizing her crush. It's good I'm not like that, because I haven't had any crush. I haven't had the time to experience what does it feels like to have a crush on someone, to like someone, or to even love someone. I'm too scared to let anyone in to my life, because I always thinks that they will also leave me one day. I've been so busy fixing my life. I had trust issje. For me, everyone is just like mom and dad.
But, then I realized that I was wrong afterall, when I met Aga and became my friend. She never leave my side. She...stays
“H-Hey I'm n-not!” she defended.
Tss, keep it a secret from me won't change a thing. She's too obvious to read. Like clear glass.
“Keep it a secret from me won't change a thing, you witch. You're denying, but your face and action tells the opposite. You're blushing” she averted her gaze and blushed even more. This time I know it's because of embarassment.
“A-All right! Yes, I'm already crushing on him the moment I saw him” she confessed and looked down.
“Oh! Is that what you called crush-at-first-sight?” I said while arching my brows. I actually don't believe even a single thing in what they call love. I don't believe in destiny, twin-flames, soulmate, or whatsoever because it's kinda feel childish!
“What's that man's name?” I asked her. She looked at me smiling while she's like reminiscing things.
“Clay. Clay Phineas Johnson”
‘What the actual fuck!’
“Stay away from him, Agatha.”