We have no teacher in our first subject so Mylene and I went to the botanical garden in the school and sit there in the stone chair.
"After graduation what is the course you plan to take?" I asked Mylene.
"I will take maybe Psychology or Teacher perhaps. I just don't know. I don't have decided yet. She told me.
"How about you?" She asked.
"Maybe I will go in design or artwork. I am still thinking." I replied.
"You should go in artwork, you are talented in drawing. I hope we have the same school in college." Mylene said.
"I hope so. I want to try to take the exam for the scholarship before graduation. Do you want to take, too?" I asked Mylene.
"Of course! Why not? So that my parents will not have a headache about my tuition. Your father is a businessman, why do you want to take a scholarship?" Mylene asked.
"Even though my father is a businessman, I should save his penny for us, his family to other important things. Besides I am not sure yet if I can pass the scholarship exam. I just want to try it so let us keep a secret." I said to her. She nods.
"If anything, we are pretty practical. It's a good scholarship so we can save on school expenses. That is also a big help to our parents." Mylene said.
"Yeah. That is why I plan to take exams at schools that grant scholarship programs. Besides even my father is a businessman, we are just middle class. So I should help him to be thrifty in money in a way I can like the scholarship program." I said.
"That is a great plan! May the Lord bless us." Mylene exclaimed. The bell rang for indicating that the first subject was finished.
"Let us go back to our room," Mylene said.
"Yeah, come on," I replied.
After my classes finished, Mylene and I decided to have a saba con yelo (a cooked sweetened banana with crushed ice, milk, brown sugar, and tapioca) snack at Puring's Snack Store near our school.
When we were outside the school, a velvety blue car parked at the side of the school. The students look at it. We couldn't see who was in the car because its windows were tinted and closed.
"Whose blue car is that? It's a nice color and the car is smooth." I said. I was amazed. Mylene was amazed, too.
"I don't know. Maybe one of the teachers here owned it or it is owned by someone." Mylene commented.
"Yeah. Why do I ask you a stupid question? You also did not know who owns the car." I said.
"I don't know to you. Yeah, why ask a stupid question? And I was a fool to answer that." Mylene said and we chuckled. We ignored the car and cross the road to go to Puring's Snack Store.
"Hi, Puring, we want two saba con yelo, please," I said enthusiastically and pull the chair and take my seat across from Mylene.
"You know what? I want to marry a rich man or a foreigner." Mylene said.
"Yeah, it is good to marry a foreigner or a rich man, it is fit for you," I replied while waiting for our order.
"But why do you not want to marry a rich man?" Mylene said.
"Oh, sorry for that. You have misinterpreted me. It is okay for me to marry a rich man, like a middle class or a foreigner, that we still have a simple and yet abundant family life. De Vera's family is beyond that. They exceed the richness of ordinary rich men. I think that marrying with the De Vera is It's like you're jumping on a wire or you step on blazing charcoal. Every move you make seems to be monitored. Also, parents always have high expectations for their children to get married to their level of richness. And I don't like that. I don't want to please them so that they like me or let me down with them so that they will just accept me. So marrying a very rich and powerful like De Veras is a BIG NO to me." I explained to her.
Mylene was stunned and looked at my back after my words. I furrow my brows.
"Why? What happened to you and you seem to have been bitten by a snake there? What are you looking at behind me?” Why I asked Mylene and I turned my back to see who it was. This time, I was the stunned one. It was Leandro, smiling at us.
" Hi," He simply greeted us.
"Is it okay to share a table with you?" He asked. Mylene is the one who answered him.
"Sure! Come, have a sit." Mylene said. Leandro seat t my right side. The table is good for four people. The waiter comes to us and puts our order on our table.
"Another one, please," Leandro said to the waiter.
"How about your drinks?" Leandro asked us.
"Oh, thanks. Coldwater is good enough." I replied. I smiled.
"Oh, okay. Water also." Said Leandro to the waiter.
The girl students are secretly looking at Leandro and shuddered.
"Hey, why are you here?" I said as soon as I find my voice.
"Oh, I just drop by because I have a meeting with some teacher in your school." He replied.
"Oh, okay," I replied.
"You can start your snacks. Don't mind me. Soon my order is here." He said.
"Oh, no. It's okay. We can wait. It will not take long." Mylene said. Then we saw the waiter is coming again to our table and put the order of Leandro at the table.
"Thank you," Leandro said to the waiter.
"Let's eat," Leandro said to us. And we start eating our snacks.
"Your class is finished already, maybe I can drop you by at your house, after all, we have the same road to take to go home. What do you think?" Leandro asked. Mylene and I looked at each other than at him. I did not say anything.
"Oh, fine," Mylene said. I kick Mylene's foot under the table. Seemingly, Mylene seemed numb and ignored me.
"So, Leandro, you live in Sergovia? With your parents?" Mylene asked him.
"Yes and No. Yes, I live in Sergovia but I do not live with my parents." Leandro answered.
"Oh, so who do you live with?" Mylene asked. I gave Mylene sharp looks but she has ignored me and didn't even look in my direction