Bab 9: Nine

Later, we had a hearty discussion about their wedding which would take place in our hometown where we all spent our school years. I was so excited to meet my other friends too since I had to apologize to them for not contacting you for so long. Although, there was still someone my heart desired to see and I made up my mind to meet him. I bid my farewell to the couple and took a taxi to the museum. I told Kyle that I would come by cab so he didn't have to pick me up. He didn't question much and that was a sigh of relief. I reached the destination in 15 minutes since the museum was not so far away. I paid the driver and walked quickly towards the backyard. There he was with all his glory. Standing there like a magnificent statue. There was something about this boy that made him so peculiar and so appealing. He noticed my presence as his head turned towards my direction, a beautiful boxy smile lighting up his beautiful face. I smiled back and waved at him also earning a wave from him. "Hello Madame, what brought you here?" He was a bit confused at my sudden appearance. "Well, I wanted to bid you goodbye young friend. I'll be leaving in 3 days." As soon as those words slipped my mouth his smile faded as if he heard bad news..."Oh, very well then. Have a safe journey, Madame." He tried to compose his feelings and smile but he failed. "You look so sad buddy. What's the matter?" I asked him genuinely concerned. "I-it's just you were the only f-friend I-I had made h-here and y-you're leaving me too." He was holding his tears back, noticing how his voice trembled when he spoke. I was heartbroken. He seemed so disturbed. "You know when I told you that I'm a tourist too? I lied to you. This is where I live." I was taken aback. He was shaking now. I held his hand and pressed it assuring him that he can trust me. He nodded and we both sat down on a bench. "My past unholds many secrets maybe some may sound too rough to you but well they are a part of me." He gazed into my eyes and I returned him a friendly look telling him that he can continue and he carried on. "My mother was forced into marrying my father who was a drug dealer and would abuse us almost every day. I was a child when my mum committed suicide. I was just 12 when this happened, resulting in everlasting emotional pain. I cried every day. I stopped going to school. I stopped socializing. My father threw me out when I turned 18. He wanted me to be involved with his criminal acts but I refused. Since then, I have started living in this backyard. The owner of this museum hired me as a caretaker of the priceless possessions of this museum and gave me a small room here to live." He was breathless. He sighed making me snap back to reality. "I'm so sorry dear friend. I wasn't aware of your situation. I promise to return soon and meet you." He just smiled weakly in reply. I embraced him making sure that he knows I'll stay loyal to my promise. I want to help this boy. "Your husband is the luckiest man because he has you. You're so kind Madame. Please do return to meet me here I'll be waiting." He then broke the hug and I finally said goodbye to him. I'll miss him and I'll surely return soon.