Her Glamorous Beauty

Emerson followed Mario into the dormitory. He halted by the door of their room and turned the knob, then scratched his head, for it was locked. He attempted to kick it, but because of the thought that Mario might be more mad, he just stood there and listened to his roommate’s huff.

“Mario? Are you inside? Can we talk?” Emerson asked. Everything fell silent for a moment, and Emerson was taken aback.

“You stupid! Asshole! There’s no word to describe how stupid you are! Just go to hell!” Mario shouted while punching the door.

“And leave you here alone?” Emerson mumbled. “Please, let me explain; I didn’t mean to do that-I didn’t mean anything.”

“Yup! That’s what you always tell me, but you do! You’re a snatcher!” He continuously blew a fuse as a loud clattering of anger ricocheted against the door was the only audible thing.

Emerson had nothing else to say but sighed, “Okay.”

He knew that it was difficult to change someone’s mind once they were mad; it might be worse if he insisted on what he wanted, so he turned, shrugging as he walked back to the garden. He didn’t know how much Mario loved Rebecca, but he appeared to be excessively serious.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Rebecca asked.

“Rebecca, honestly, I don’t. I mean, I don’t know how to tell you this, but Mario, he admired you so much. Do you know that?” Emerson stammered.

Rebecca remained silent for a while, then replied that she already knew everything; that she could see it in his actions every time he would hold her hands and look into her eyes.

“But do you know? I’m not interested, because I only consider him as a friend,” Rebecca concluded.

“Okay. Anyway, I want to apologize for avoiding you; it was because Mario begged me to do so. And I understand why he doesn’t want to see us getting closer,” Emerson explained.

“No-it’s not your mistake if he’s jealous. We can do nothing about that, but he, who can change his way of thinking and understand that I don’t have any regard for him,” Rebecca replied.

Rebecca felt guilty in the way she told Emerson those words. She couldn’t even admit it to him, because she didn’t know how he would react. It never crossed her mind to hurt Mario because they felt different ways, but how much more if he knew it himself?

“You must not do what he wants you to do, because he’s not paying you to do anything for him,” Rebecca reminded him.

Emerson excused himself. “Thank you, but I need to work now, for your father might be mad if he saw us having a conversation.”

“Well, he’s not as bad-tempered as you think,” Rebecca defended.

Rebecca smiled as Emerson grabbed the opportunity to kiss her cheeks before he left. At first, she didn’t react, but when she saw him leaving, her soul seemed to float in the air of thrill wanting to jumped out from her body. She then went back to the mansion and met her personal maid.

“It seems to be just yesterday when Emerson arrived, but you two are so close already,” Lucille bantered.

Rebecca sensed what Lucille wanted to say, so she replied, “I’m sure you’re wrong in what you’re thinking. We’re just friends.” She attempted to continue, but Lucille grabbed her arm.

“Are you sure? I’ve been here since we were young, so don’t deny it. Anyway, it’s just okay if you want to have an inspiration, but I just want to remind you that inspirations are not always good,” Lucille advised.

Rebecca took her arm and continued to the stairs. “But you’re still wrong with what you’re thinking, because we’re not in a relationship!” She half-shouted.

“And who told you I’m thinking that you’ve got a relationship?” Lucille looked back and jested. “So, why won’t you enter?”

On the farm, Emerson seemed to have forgotten something again, because he even enjoyed harvesting the crops. Although at first, he neither wanted to be a gardener, an agriculturist, or a peasant, but because of Rebecca’s enchanting beauty, a lot of things could possibly be changed.

When Emerson entered the dormitory, all he could hear was the whisper of sadness and boredom. He continued to the kitchen to prepare their dinner. He knew that this, too, Rebecca was the reason.

“Hi!” Emerson greeted Mario, who was chopping the carrots. “I just want to-” He wanted to apologize for not fulfilling his promise, but Mario stabbed the chayote and angrily walked out of the kitchen.

“What happened to that guy? Is he still mad at me?” Emerson asked the cabbage, although it didn’t know the answer.

When the cold night came, Mario even slept outside their room just to avoid seeing and hearing Emerson’s words, which to him were all lies. He didn’t want to see his face anymore, and he’d do his best for that to happen.

“I’m not an underdog, and I will prove that,” Mario soliloquized as he covered himself with the blanket and took a rest.

As the sun rose, Elfedio told the workers, including Emerson, Mario, and Damian, to go to the market in order to sell the crops they had harvested. They were ready to go when Rebecca ran towards them.

“Wait for me!” Rebecca shouted. “I want to! I want to join!”

Elfedio told Rebecca to stop running towards the workers then asked if, “Are you sure you’re going with them?”

“Dad, I want to help, so please let me.” Rebecca’s eyes sparkled with begging, and Elfedio saw how eager she was to join with the workers.

“Hmm,” Elfedio paused, wondering why Rebecca had begged him to accompany them for the first time. He thought that there was something wrong, or that might be just a hunch.

“You seem so sure of that, but don’t go away from them. Damian, please watch for my-” He was going to ask Damian to take care of Rebecca, but she interrupted.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

“Don’t worry Dad, I’m no longer a child,” Rebecca said as they approached the lot where the crop truck was parked.

Meanwhile, Mario couldn’t believe that their boss would let Rebecca join them. The air was indeed blowing inversely, but what he couldn’t stop it from doing was bringing them closer together again.

It would be better if I hadn’t joined here, he thought, but it was already late, because on their way to the market, Emerson told Rebecca something he never wanted to hear.

And now in front of me? He seemed to be a volcano which wanted to explode its magma of anger and jealousy when he heard Emerson admit his real feelings for Rebecca: that he had fallen head over heels in love with her.

Perhaps they were thinking that Mario would only stop being jealous and hope for her love if they showed him that they had feelings for each other, but they didn’t know that they would only make him jealous and give him a shooting pain.

“I already know that; there’s no need to complicate it. And I love you too, like how you love me,” Rebecca replied.

That word could almost kill Mario; his heart was stabbed a hundred times by the knife of loneliness. He tried to cover his ears, although he’d already been deafened by the explosion of pain and jealousy.

“You’re mine!” Emerson whooped, then he suddenly held Rebecea’s waist, carried her, and turned around several times without thinking that they were riding in a pickup.

Meanwhile, Mario secretly clenched his teeth and clutched his fist. He made some heavy steps going towards them, and you might know what he was going to do.