18: The Day I Had My Own Waterfall

Emil's POV

Results day! The sun was shining with positivity and the climate was good bringing me a great sign that it's gonna be a great day for Biya's results to come out. I woke up early and worked out for two hours which was a miracle for me to do again since I have skipped work out day and would only work out once in a while.

"Good morning, mama!" I greeted my mom who woke up extra early knowing that it's this was a day I was looking forward to.

"Good morning. You had a good night sleep?" She smiled as she made omelet.

"Yeah."

"That's good." She beamed at me as I took a seat.

"Where's papa?"

"He's in the bathroom." She replied.

"Okay."

"Are you going to your office today?"

"Yeah. I will stay in my office all day today." She took a glance at me as she cooked and she had a sweet smile on her face.

"You are going to wait for the results, aren't you?"

"Yes..." I ran my hands through my hair admitting the truth and she had a small laugh.

"You, my boy, are really serious. You didn't even go out with another woman ever again." She said.

"I can't, mama, and I don't want to. I was stupid to be with the other woman. I was stupid enough to follow her and I was an idiot to drink what she had offered that night." My mom placed my breakfast on the table. She had a sad smile on her face and I didn't want that.

"You were drugged, my dear. Do not blame yourself." She held my cheek then patted me.

"But I should not even have let her go near me, mama. I should have listened to Biya. I should not have..." I can't tell her. I don't want to talk to her about sleeping with another woman and I was with someone else.

"Yeah. We know it's your fault, son. However, we also know that you are paying for it." My dad joined it putting his cuff links on. I sighed. Was I paying it in a correct way though? I wasn't even approaching Biya for the past months now. I just let her have her happy life. It was not a joke when people say you can be happy when your love one is happy.
"This is complicated..." I huffed out a breath of frustration. My parents both chuckled. Why were they laughing at me?

"God! I entertain you? Great." Dad laughed some more sitting down at the head table. Mom gave also gave him his breakfast before she settled down having a plate of her own.

"Everything is complicated when it comes to love," Dad spoke before he ate.

"Am I complicated?" Mama asked looking at her husband who stopped chewing. I gave out a small laugh actually getting interested with what was happening in front of me. Papa chewed faster then swallowed his food before replying.

"Yes and that is one of the reasons we have love for a very long time. We won't have an exciting adventure when there are no complicated things in the way, right? I mean, come on! That makes me fall in love with you more. I love you, mahal." Well played dad. Good one. He used his endearment to her which was a Filipino word for love. It was awesome but at the same time disgusting to watch the two of them doing the lovey- dovey acts in front of me. I saw my mom smile at him.

"Love you too, amore." Mom replied back in an Italian endearment.

"Okay, guys. Your son is here and eating the best omelet but I think I'm going to-"

"Don't even speak of that." Papa cut me off knowing I would say the word 'puke'.

"But you already thought of it." He cringed probably disgusted at the image of vomit. I broke into laughter and so did mom. He groaned rubbing his eyes as if he can erase the memory of it.

"Jesus! Aren't you two disgusted by it?" He groaned again and tried to shake it off.

"No."

"I was with Biya, dad. She would talk about blood, saliva, some disgusting medical case while I cook so I'm good." He shot me a horrified look.

"Wha- Why would you do she do that? My God!" He breathed out blinking a couple of times still in disbelief that Biya and I did that.

"She reviews while I cook. She talks when she memorizes. It's more effective when she does that and I let her."

"And you can cook like a normal person?"

"Yeah."

"Wow." That was all he said while Mom looked at me with sparkling eyes.

"What? It's like what Papa said earlier. Love is complicated." I can't explain how complicated my relationship with Biya was but I love her. What we do together made our relationship memorable.

No appointments were made today as I waited for the results. I had kept quiet and would check my staff once in a while then I would return here in my office once my routine was done. I can't keep still in my seat and nervousness was creeping inside and outside my body. Even though my office was air- conditioned, I still had beads of sweat forming in my forehead and my hands were clammy.

"Don't disturb me unless it's really important like an emergency." I advised my secretary outside of my office. She quickly said yes and I closed the door of my office retreating back to my black seat. I reloaded the website again getting impatient with the results. I pressed and pressed the reload button multiple times until it finally announced that the results were in. I quickly tapped the results and scrolled for the alphabet K.

Kairis, Beatrice A.

My eyes widened at what I saw on the screen and my heart was pounded out of my chest.

"Holy shit! Dio! YES! YES!" I fucking screamed my lungs out standing up so fast making my seat roll backwards until it hit the wall behind me. She passed. She fucking passed. I wiped my face with my hands and looked at my iPad again double- checking if I was just hallucinating but I wasn't. It's real. She did it. She finally has her dream. I was staring at the screen when a droplet of water fell on screen. I looked up if there's a leak on top of me but there wasn't. Then, I notice hot tears rolling down my cheeks. God. I was crying. I wiped them off quickly with the sleeves of my suit. I was overwhelmed with her achievement it made me cry. I chuckled to myself at how emotional I was with this news. I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed Gio.

"Hello."

"Hey man! She passed. She passed." I repeated those wonderful words like a mantra and I can't help but let out a huge breath of relief. The tension I felt had left my body and was replaced with exhilaration. The heady feeling was such a great feeling.

"Yeah. We saw. She did not only pass, Emil." I can hear some loud cheering in the background and I can make out women voices shrieking with happiness.

"What do you mean?" I stopped and there was this feeling of anticipation and nervousness hanging in the air.

"See the Top 10 passers." Top 10? She got in?

"Wait. Let me check. Just a sec." I said and I quickly went to the link where the topnotchers were posted together with their high percentage.

1. Gallo, Dante

2. Mancini, Isabelle

3. Kairis, Beatrice

My gaze zoned out to her name. Top 3? My God! I stepped back in shock, my knees gave up in weakness and I slumped down on my seat making it squeak with my sudden weight.

"Holy shit! She's a topnotcher?!" I cried out and I think I will have a heart attack any minute now. My heart was racing so fast I think it was going to explode and I had goosebumps all over my body.

"Yeah." He let out a laugh at my initial reaction while I laughed while breathing out. Dio! Thank you for this! I looked up and I can't take the wide smile I had in my face. I'm very proud of her. Very very proud. She did her very best and she earned it. I was over the moon with her achievement.

"Where is she right now?" I asked the sudden urge to see her came in my mind.

"Uh... She's here." Then I heard the cries getting louder making me know that he walked closer to them.

"Oh my God! I passed. I passed. I can't believe it." Her voice. I heard her shaky voice and she was crying.

"And you're in the Top 3, sis! I'm so proud of you!" I heard Percyla's voice this time.

"Thank you very much. Oh God! I feel blessed. Thank God!" She's still crying with joy evident in her tone and I heard some cheer.

"Congratulations, Biya. I'm so proud of you, my dear." Paolo spoke this time and that was when their voices began to become faint. No. no. no. I want to hear her voice.

"I'm proud of her, Gio."

"Yeah. Me too. She threw her laptop when she saw her name on the list of topnotchers, you know." That made me laugh.

"Yeah?"

"Yes. I was glad I was in front of her and I caught it or else my face would have been crushed with that thing." I laughed again and he joined in.

"Are you going to celebrate?" I asked.

"Yes. And Lorena announced that she will be holding a party but Biya did not want a big party. She wanted a private one so that's what we will have."

"When?"

"I still don't know."

"Okay."

"How about you? Sorry I can't come for you right now, bro."

"I understand and it's okay. I have my staff with me." He chuckled.

"I'm serious. They know Biya."

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

"Well, that's good. What are you planning to do then?"

"Food will be in the house tonight."

"Woah. Isn't that a bit too much? You have really expensive food there."

"I know. It's just for tonight." I didn't care about my income tonight. I wanted to celebrate for her. This is for her.

"Okay. It's your decision. Man, I should tell Gabriel. He might gobble your food up." I chuckled.

"Then I am going to put so much fat in his food he won't even dare touch it." He laughed.

"He is too healthy for his own good." He commented.

"I gotta go now. I'm going to announce it to my staff and my customers."

"Okay. I'm proud of you, bro." That stopped me.

"Why? How can you say that?"

"Because all this time, with all the hardships you had encountered, you stayed strong for her. You still care for her."

"Thanks, man."

"Si. Goodbye."

"Goodbye." I ended the call. I looked at my phone and I wished I have her number. I want to congratulate her myself. Maybe I can. Yes, I can. I held the deal with honor and it's finally done. She passed and I can now see her. I rushed out of my office still had a wide smile on my face. I can't wipe it out. My chefs stopped working and so did the waiters who looked at me with curiosity and amusement at the same time. My secretary stood up and approached me.

"What is it, sir? We heard you earlier. Good news?" Her eyes sparked with hope as she held her notepad in her arms tightly.

"She passed." I breathed out. It took a few seconds for that to seep in before they all hollered and cheered.

"Really sir?" Martina asked with wide eyes but she had a grin on her face.

"Yes. She's on the topnotchers' list. Top 3!" I shouted with so much joy and pride and everyone clapped joyous that the only girl whom I brought here had achieved so much.

"Oh my God! We're so proud of her, sir!" Matilda cried this time smiling ear- to ear.

"Me too, Matilda. Me too." She's my girl but she ran away for my sins but even if she's not mine now, I was still hers. After my employees calmed down, I told them that we will celebrate after our work was done. They all agreed before they got back to work. I also told them about the free food and they didn't protest, instead, they happily and willingly approved saying it was for Biya. I was so lucky to have employees who understand me and support me even if I have wrong doings and can be strict sometimes. Martina then informed the cashier and everyone else about the news about the free food for today. Customers were shocked at the announcement but became delighted about it knowing they won't have to pull cash out of their wallets today. When everything was arranged, I decided to let them do their work. I offered a thanksgiving mass for her at the church I prayed in when she was having her examination. It felt great and with no one following me, it felt good to be alone and have this private moment. Now, it was night time and I wanted to see her. I contacted my security team about my plan on meeting her and minutes later, my men were there. I quickly got in my car with Marcus driving it. She was at a restaurant a few blocks down the office. I can see them and they have reserved the restaurant for the night. I spotted my best friend and his wife. Biya's foster parents were talking with happy faces and then I saw her in the middle between her friends. She was laughing and I saw the great relief taken away from her face. She was stressed when I saw her last but had remained calm about it and now, she really was having a great time. I stood a few feet away from the restaurant where I can see her. I had worn a huge hoodie that covered most of my face from anyone who would try to recognize me. I smiled as she smiled. She's beautiful. Her gold dress shimmered and it screamed that she's the one on the spotlight. Ah! Spotlight. She did it. She promised it to me and I can remember the anger with her words. Now, it had slapped me right on the face. She built her own spotlight and now it's shining brightly towards her.

I took a step but then I spotted something behind her. There was a huge bouquet of roses coming closer towards her and there was a figure of a man behind it. I put my hands inside the pocket of my jacket clenching them as I anticipated what would happen next. Shareen, I remember her as one of Biya's friends, tapped her and she looked giddy. Biya shot her a look of confusion before Shareen pointed behind her. Everyone stopped what they were doing and just watched what would happen next. Please, no. Please. He can't be asking her right now. I expected Biya to be confused but she did not have that reaction. She stood up from her seat smoothing her dress with a growing smile on her pretty face. I should go now. Should I watch what I expect to witness? Hope rose up praying she would reject her. The man removed the bouquet from his face revealing Ezekiel. I tightened my fists. His teeth were flashing as he smiled at her and I knew too well that look on his face. He really wanted her. He gave her the bouquet before he kissed her cheek. I saw her talk to him before they both got seated. Then after a few seconds, he leaned over and whispered in her ear. They're too close. I saw her eyes widened and her body tense. I took a step forward. What did he say to her? Curiosity got the best of me, taking my whole body, eating me away. Then she said something on his ear and then he got a big smile on his face and he brightened up. That's Biya. She can brighten your day with words and actions. They both stood up and they began to talk to their audience who was at awe. What was going on?

"What's going on inside?" I asked Marcus who was just behind me.

"It seems like they have an announcement, sir." He replied to me and I continued to watch. The man continued to talk while Biya smiled but I saw her face flush red. She's blushing... Suddenly, he intertwined his fingers with hers and all of them clapped. I looked at Gio and he was clapping too but I saw that he was in a state of shock while his wife was gushing over the news at his side.

"They are together..." Marcus voiced out what I thought was happening and my heart shattered into millions of pieces again. I removed my right hand out of my pocket and clutched my jacket right over my chest that was in pain. They're together. He won. She's with him. She's taken by somebody else and it's not me.

"Let's go home, Marcus." I said turning around not wanting to see what was in front of me. I cannot take it. I cannot breathe. She belongs to him now. That's my cue to stop. I have to stop caring for her now and loving her. I should stop hoping that I can get her back because there's no way I can take her back now. She's happy with him. I can see that. Marcus silently drove me home. Once he dropped me in my house, my parents were waiting with smiles on their faces. However, it soon disappeared.

"What? What's wrong?" Mom's soft voice distracted me from my misery.

"She's taken." It took me seconds to say that out loud and it hurts so bad my whole body felt like it was twisted in different directions.

"It's my fault. She belongs to someone else now. It's my fault." My voice was hoarse and I cannot look at them in the face. I just continued walking to the kitchen aiming for the wine storage. Once I had a huge bottle of whiskey in my hands, I saw mom's hands slowly and carefully hold the bottle. She slipped a hand through mine and slowly took it from me.

"Alcohol is not the solution, son." Papa spoke this time. What should I do? I want to forget everything. I want to forget the memories, the laughter, the love... I want to forget that I love her so I can move on. Aaaaaah! I cannot help it anymore. A sob broke the atmosphere and it came from me. My knees quaked and I fell down on my knees hitting the floor with a thud. My vision began to get blurry as tears fell like waterfall hitting the floor. I cried loudly and it happened in front of my parents. I don't want them to witness this but I cannot take it anymore. It's too much. I felt weak and I put my hands on the floor and I was in all fours pouring the dying soul out of me.

"I- I lost." I didn't even start. I was too slow to make my move. Did I waste my time waiting?

"I lost her and it's my fucking fault!" I punched the floor and I heard bones crack.

"Emil!" Mom rushed and kneeled in front of me trying to comfort me but I was too far gone. Even I can't feel any pain from my hand for all I can feel was searing pain in my chest like a knife being stabbed in the middle of my chest and being twisted in a torturous way. This was my ultimate punishment... to see the love of my life in the hands of another man.

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