The screams of the students here in the vast HMU auditorium are deafening. Candidates are currently marching in two pieces on stage. Each course has candidates.
Since Clinton is Sebe's cousin, we are lucky because there is still a seat reserved for us right in front of the stage, just behind the judges of various Universities.
"Victoria is so beautiful!" I was surprised. Tourism is her course. Her porcelain skin suits her black two-piece.
The students shouted the names of their respective candidates.
Clinton just put his chin on my shoulder. When I looked back at him, he just nodded at me and pulled the strands of my hair. I looked back at the stage and felt his arm hug me. He doesn't seem to care about the program.
"That one, in Engineering! She's also beautiful and flawless !"
"Then?" he answered, bored and seemed exhausted. He's wearing a black V-neck shirt and faded pants. He also has a white cap.
"I don't know about you! Almost everyone there has been your ex-fling!" I blow. I lost the urge to watch and realize that almost all candidates were Clinton's ex.
"Ex-fling baby. You're my first girlfriend."
Clinton got bored when the search for Miss HMU was over, and we went home. In the car, I can't help but imagine what happened the past few days.
Berna is no longer able to study. She has also been rushed to the hospital several times. I can't bear to see her again. I couldn't wait to talk to her and hear her begging voice.
She lost too much weight, said Papa. Dad never returned to the US because of Berna.
"Clinton."
"Hmm?" he immediately looked at me. My heart jumped seeing his face. My heart beats so fast whenever we're near, whenever he kisses and touches me. I love him so much.
They are both necessary to me.
"Are you okay?" he asked thoughtfully. My eyes started to water.
I shook. "Uhm, how's it? You and B-Berna?"
His forehead creased. Maybe he's wondering why I asked.
Every lamppost we passed lit up his face. His silhouette is intimidating.
"Why?" he shook his head. "She called me last time, but she didn't talk much. " He shrugged as if he didn't care.
"Clinton, if you choose...In the sea... there's a storm and big waves. And the three of you are in the boat. If the waves toss you, who will you save? There must be only one. The person you love or your brother?"
The shock on his forehead deepened because of my question.
"I am selfish, Nicole if I can't save them both. I would instead choose the person I will be with for the rest of my life because I knew that my brother would understand my decision. Because if my brother is the one I choose, I lose the person I love. I'm just going to suffer, so I'd better die too. "
His answer was brutal. But it hit me so much. My chest tightened, so I chose to look outside.
"Tell me, Nicole? Is there a problem?" he held my hand as we stopped in the condo's basement.
I forced a smile and looked at him.
"I just ask! All right, I have to go!" I kissed him on the cheeks and hurried out, but he pulled me before I could open it, so I turned to him.
He claimed my lips. He ended the kiss and wiped away my tears.
"You're always crying. What should I do to make you happy?" his words melt me.
I opened my lips again, and I kissed him. I held his face and deepened the kiss. I shivered when his hand touched my back.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you more," he said and smiled.
At seven in the morning, my dad texted me to meet him at Starbucks in front of HMU.
My class is still at eight o'clock.
I saw Papa immediately because the wall of the coffee shop was glass. Many students have also come in here.
Papa's glowing black car on the side of the road and two more bodyguards also grabbed attention. When I entered, he immediately looked at me.
There are two coffees already on the table, and there are donuts.
I kissed his cheeks. "Good morning. "
"Good morning."
I know this. I know what he got here for. It's about Berna and Clinton.
"I won't stay long because we're coming back to the US." he started, and I nodded.
"Take care, Dad."
He smiled and sipped his coffee.
"I know the favor Bernadette is asking of you, Kylie. You love the same man." he chuckled and shook his head.
"So what's your decision, Kylie? Your sister is sick and getting worse."
My lip almost bled from my bite. I was already trembling with extreme emotion.
"They are both necessary to me. I can't give up Clinton, and I also don't want to lose my sister, and I love them both. Does Berna have any other wishes? Just Not Clinton. "
Papa sighed heavily and held my hand.
"You sacrificed so much since you were young. I know it was wrong to leave you with your grandmother then, but all my efforts and work are for you. I'll give you everything." he smiled.
"Your sister is stubborn. It would be best if you didn't sacrifice anymore. Choose the man you love. Don't mind Bernadette. I'll take her with me."
"In the US," I wondered.
"Yes, daughter. We'll find a heart donor because there is no heart donor here. She will be undergoing a heart transplant. I'll take her with me whether she likes it or not. "
Happiness filled my heart.
"Really?"
Dad's smile widened.
"Choose the boy you love. And I want to meet him soon." he grinned.
I laughed with joy and happiness. I have lost the weight I was a burden.
Despite the darkness, we know there is light. After the storm, there was a rainbow.
I had a big smile on my face when I entered the school. Natalia and I hung out on the bench before the field at lunchtime.
"Sometimes you also have to be selfish, Kylie," said Natalia, drinking her frappe. I told her what my dad and I had talked about.
"I really can't believe that the woman I hate is my sister." I laughed heartily.
"It was even worse when I found out she had heart failure. I felt my heart breaking as she begged me to give Clinton to her."
Natalia laughed.
"Unbelievable." She comments on it.
"Sometimes I even considered sacrificing Clinton, and if I could just give Clinton to her."
"Really, huh? "
A baritone voice came from my back. I stood up to see... Clinton. She was wearing a gray shirt and khaki pants.
"C-Clinton."
"I gotta 'go," Natalia said goodbye.
Clinton's jaw clenched.
"Give me Nicole? Really?" he smirked with sarcasm.
"N-No Clinton--"
He raised his hand, which was cut off by what I would say.
"I got it. You two are sisters, and Berna is sick, and you will give me to her because of her favor?" he shouted, and the bag he was carrying almost shook.
"Clinton no..."
"I'm so done, Kylie. I'm so done." he threw the bag somewhere and turned around. He took every step away quickly!
I ran after him. He couldn't understand because I hadn't told him anything since then.
"Clinton!"
He continued to walk fast as I was already running. Most are already looking at us.
"Baby! Please !!" I shouted. I don't know, but suddenly, it came out of my mouth.
Clinton stopped walking when he heard me scream. My cheeks almost got hot because I called him 'baby' for the first time.
He looked at me.
I almost fell when he walked back to me! Every step he took towards me seemed to explode me with nervousness!
He pulled my waist so I could hold his chest. I bowed, but he touched my cheek, and I turned to face him.
"Repeat it," he whispered.
I bit my lip and looked at him.
"That b-baby?" I said in a weak tone.
He looked up and closed his eyes sharply.
"Just one baby of yours. I lost my madness right away! Shit!" he even messed up his hair and frustratedly.
I smiled and hugged him.