Chapter 4 The Next Mr Right?

• “Who is it?” Kyle asked when I picked up my phone;
• I said, “I am not sure; it is an unknown number. Should I answer it?” Kyle nods
• while eating his burger, so I answered the call.
• “Hello? Who is this?” is the first thing I said.
• “Hi! This is James, the one who brought you to the
• hospital last night. Do you remember me?” 
• Kyle looks at me; I am not sure if he heard who is
• on the line, but  I told him it was
• James, the one who brought me to the hospital last night. He shrugged and just
• focused on his burger.
• “Hi! How are you? I just got home,” I said to James
• on the phone.
• “That is great,” he replied, “I visited the
• hospital today, but they told me you are discharged already.” James continued.
• “Yea, I am at home now. I am feeling better. Thank
• you for your help last night.” I said on the phone while trying to fix my meal
• and start to eat.
• All this time, Kyle seems indifferent. He focuses
• on his burger; I wonder who starved him for days. It is this thought that made
• me chuckle a little.
• “Are you laughing at me?” James’ playful voice
• sends me back into reality while I seem to daydream for some seconds.
• “Huh? Oh, I’ am sorry. I think there was a
• connection problem a while back. What were you saying again?” This was me
• trying to get away from my split-second daydreaming.
• “haha, I will see you next time. Have a great day
• for now,” James said.
• “Thanks, have a great day too,” I responded
• automatically.
• When I put down the phone, I just realized what he
• said.
• I looked at Kyle and told him, “Hey, he said he
• will see me next time. Do you know what that means?” Kyle did not answer. He
• just looked at his Rolex GMT Master II Ice; was that too specific? I memorized
• it because Kyle seems to grab every opportunity to tell me the brands and
• models of the things he uses. I am not sure if he is trying to intimidate me or
• he being proud is just in his blood.
• “I’m going now,” This is Kyle’s only response to my
• question.
• “Huh? Isn’t it too early?” I responded.
• “No, I have so many things to do, unlike someone I
• know who is only concerned about finding his next Mr. Right,” Kyle said while
• trying to remove something from his shirt. However, it looks entirely clean for
• me.
• “What are you mumbling about?” I retorted.
• “Nothing, before I forget, I had some fruits
• delivered in here.  You are sickly
• because all you know to eat is ramen. Don’t worry, I paid it already; I know
• you are poor.” Kyle said teasingly while tapping my head.
• I slapped his hands away from my head and said, “Hey!
• I am not poor. I may not be as rich as you, but I have a big fan base on my web
• novels; I am on Top 10, which pays a lot! hmp!” I rebutted.
• “Yea, a whole damn lot for a cup of ramen. Haha,”
• He said, laughing.
• “Yaa! Get lost! You Annoying, Jerk! “I know he is
• teasing me, but I am not a good sport when it comes to these things. I like
• teasing people, but I do not like being teased, arent we all?  Kyle drove off on his red LaFerrari; how I
• wish I could also afford that kind of car, but the best I can have is a Toyota
• Yaris Hybrid.
• “The time now is ten pm” I was a bit startled when
• my phone reminded me of the time. I looked around and noticed that it was
• already very dark outside. I removed my anti-radiation glasses and walked
• towards the big window adjacent to my working table made of Narra wood on a
• chestnut stain. I opened the window, then closed it again because of smug; the
• night is pretty as long as you don’t get to immersed to open your window
• because what’s waiting is only dust and dirt, what a disappointment.  I walked away from the window and asked
• Google to open the lights in the room. “I’m hungry,” I mumbled and hastily opened
• my refrigerator; it is a good thing that Kyle bought me fruits today because,
• if not, I will resort to eating ramen again; what is wrong with ramen? Ramen is
• delicious; it is my favorite type of “men,” haha. I chuckled at this idea while
• putting three grapes into my mouth.
• “If you are that hungry, why eat just now?” That
• was Kyle; I did not expect him to be here at this hour. I was surprised by his
• sudden appearance that I choked on a grape.
• “Yaa, Yaa! That is what I am talking about.” Kyle
• came running towards me and gave me a Heimlich maneuver; good thing I have a
• doctor as a friend. He gave me a glass of water, and when I was done drinking
• it, I asked him what is he doing here.
• “I just want to check if you are still alive; you
• have a lot of debt to me, so I need to check if I can sell your liver out just
• in case I found you here dead,” He said it too seriously with psychotic looks
• on his eyes that for me it is not funny at all, even if I know this is just a
• weird joke. Kyle is one of those people who will never be able to work in the
• industry of comedy.
• “YAA! It is not funny at all. Good thing you are
• good at studying because you will never be able to earn a living as a comedian.
• Haha,” I teased him.
• He was about to say something when my phone
• rang.  
• “You are getting famous nowadays; whenever I am
• here, someone calls you,” He said in an annoyed tone while biting the apple on
• his hand; I did not notice that he got fruit in the fridge.
• “Whatever” is the only thing I can say because, for
• some reason, he is right. I am not even sure what is up with this phenomenon.
• “Hello?” I answered the call without looking at who
• it was.
• “Hi! How are you? Can you step out for a while? I
• have something to give you.” I was confused by the instructions, so I looked at
• who it was, it was James.
• “Hi! James, What is it?” I confusingly asked.
• “I will just hand out something, don’t worry, I won’t
• bit,” he said playfully.
• “Okay,” I responded. I hung up the call and was
• about to go out when Kyle held my arms to stop me.
• “Where are you going?” He asked me in a serious
• tone.
• “I am going ou...what are you doing?” I am trying
• to respond to Kyle’s question when he holds my shoulders firmly and pin to the couch.
• He then said, “I’ll handle this,” Kyle washed his hands, put on his coat, and
• went out in a very manly manner that made me almost forgot he is gay.
• I was trying to see what was happing outside, but
• since my front door is far from the gate, all I could do was to watch them from
• my balcony window. I do not know what is happening, but I can feel a certain
• tension; I think this is Kyle’s way of protecting his best friend.
• Kyle came back after around 30 minutes, and I
• hurriedly asked him what happened? His response is to put a pile of papers on
• my work desk and then say, “lock your doors, don’t go out. I am leaving.”
• “YAA! What happens? Why are you not answering me?”
• I shouted while sitting on the couch, and he was finding his way out. He just
• slammed the door and drove off without saying a single word.
• “Annoying Jerk,” I mumbled under my breath after I
• threw one of the throw pillows on the couch; I guess I finally found the reason
• why it is called that way.  Since Kyle
• did not tell me anything, I  just looked
• at the paper he left on my working table; I thought I might find some clues
• there, but I didn’t; I was more confused when I checked Kyle’s bundles of paper
• left.