Rodel veered his sight towards the two-storey townhouse facing the east, across the street. As the sky casts its yellowish sunset, he was strained to look at the leftmost window upstairs.
His new neighbor, who just arrived and transferred on that morning of December 1st, had golden hair, a cheery face; its bosom was delicately high and formed.
Rodel Manzano was left to speculate that the lady could have been staying in that master’s bedroom, located just where all of the townhouses in the Estate are.
The next day came. The clubhouse posted an announcement for an upcoming night’s gala to commemorate the third anniversary of the Estate, as well as, the boom in real estate in the countryside.
After eating his breakfast, Rodel readied himself for a stroll in the nearby shopping mall to buy a coat and tie for the gala. The mall was located near the South Wing Golf Club just 250 meters away. On several occasions, he simply strut the way going there especially on windy days when the rustling of the trees is enough to soothe his senses.
Then, as he steeped out of the porch, his neighbor who just occupied yesterday, left the house to walk her Japanese Spitz.
“It’s timely.”, Rodel made it barely audible across.
“Timely, for what?”, the lady retorted unpleasantly.
“To know you maybe, or you know we’re neighbors.”, Rodel replied.
“Then?”, the lady, once again, retorted with disrespect.
Rodel wish not to interfere anymore. Or else be battered orally. He was then, from Benguet, where mores and norms are overtly superior to wealth. And instead he took the right lane while his deviant neighbor took the left. Her pet sashayed the green Bermuda of the lots along the way, while Rodel keeps instantaneous glances with her.
Not tense, he turned right of what appeared his usual path toward the shopping mall, while the lady straightens her way through the lake.
Not too far away he already saw the bustling many cars looking for their spaces at the carpark. Many denizens are also stalled at the sheds waiting to taxi their way out and others are flocking at the main entrance to make their way inside. At his right was the South Wing Golf where golf carts are ferrying high-profile golfers and enthusiasts. The golf course, a 10-hectare area, is endowed with many lateral and water hazards- thus touted as the best in the region. One Friday afternoon, traffic built up on that same road where, apparently, the cause of that build-up was a furious motorist whose wind shield was hit with a golf ball.
When he entered the main entrance, he directly took the path leading to Van Huesen, not to be tempted for the urge to splurge of the many choices offered before him.
After reaching there, he was greeted with his frequent customer assistants and crew, after all, he’s one of their frequent customers. Jonathan, a service crew, led him to the room where their high ends are kept for their customers with great taste. In less than 10 minutes, Rodel finally chose a formal black shirt and dotted silk tie and slacks. On his way out, he used the elevator. But, suddenly after the elevator door opened, his neighbor was there. She was with her heavenly smile and glee Rodel have not seen before, but without the Japanese Pitz. After getting inside Rodel pressed the “ground level”, hoping that the elevator would lazily descend to make much of time.
“Hi, sorry about what happened lately.” Beth apologized. That very moment the lady mellowed. His prayers were indeed heard. Furthermore, he hoped that he would be able to make a wholesome relationship with her.
“By the way, I’m Rodel, Rodel Manzano”. He said. “And you are?"
“Beth, Beth Ulanday”
“It’s nice to know you Beth”. Rodel said and extended his hands for a handshake. Then, the elevator door slides open.
“Lunch?” Both asked in chorus.
“I have a honey glazed ham at home Wouldn’t you?” Rodel inquired.
”Oh! I also have red caviar”. Beth replied.
“Could we eat at home? But if you wouldn’t eat a whole bunch of meat, you may bring the caviar with you”. Rodel insisted. “Where’s your Jap, by the way” he asks.
“I left it at the Pet Shop for a pampering. I already arranged for its delivery this afternoon.” Beth replied.
As they exited the mall, the torrential rain forced the two to take a taxi. “In Scions Elite” Rodel said to the taxi driver who was evidently puzzled since it is just a walking distance from the mall. Nevertheless, the driver faithfully drove his way there.
After reaching there, the two exited the taxi and Rodel offered to pay for the bill. The two struggled for the dead air and hoping that they can illicit conversation as intimate as possible at that.
Rodel quickly slit the key to the door leading to his abode of peace and Zen. As the door opened, the Christmas- themed living room adorned with silver and gold motif greeted them. Rodel obligingly picked the RC and burst the split-type A/C unit fiercely.
“Can I use the phone?” Beth inquired.
“Sure, why not?” Rodel replied.
While Beth used the phone, Rodel hanged the key in the kitchen. And, he proceeded to his room upstairs to hang his purchases in the closet.
The room is in total disarray just the same as when he left the room. In his desk lies his empty cup of coffee, at the bed was his still damp towel, and outdated dailies cluttered the carpeted floor. His GQ was left open face down in the side cabinet beneath the lamp shade. The door leading to the bath and wardrobe was left ajar. Inside the cabinet were creased T-shirts and trunks. Then above the pile up of clothes he hanged the coat tie and slacks. Then, he went down.
As he descends the stairs, he search for Beth at the receiving room where lies the phone, only to find that no one was there. And still in the living room Beth wasn’t there. He searched for her in the kitchen, still no sign of Beth. Thus he assumed that she probably went to her unit for a while to get the caviar. Rodel takes the course towards the bar near the cupboard to get the Savignon at the cellar. He went back to the kitchen for his ham. ‘Without the house help even for a short break is hard to negotiate. But after all, it is Christmas’ Rodel thought.
Meanwhile, as he managed to oven the ham, he caught a figure in the window above the countertop. To his amazement, after he quickly opened the service door to look what it was, Beth was there- for what reason, he don’t know.
“Oh… what are you doin’ there? I thought you are at your house to get the caviar you told me while at the mall.” Rodel said quizzically.
“Oh… I…I…I’m just hanging around for fresh air. About the caviar, remember the Lazuli at Boni St., they ran out of it. But carb is just fine for me. Beth replied. For the meantime, as Beth managed to pass Rodel’s side swiftly, Rodel was puzzled. ‘She said the caviar was at her house’ Rodel thought. Beth was hyperventilating that time and like waiting for someone. For what reason, Rodel couldn’t grasp. Now, he’s starting to be suspicious. He asks her whether she would be attending the night’s gala.
‘“Ah…Ah…” Beth was, at that point, blank.
“Yes…Yes…”’, came the reply.
Then Rodel suddenly remembered an incident when his neighbor from two blocks away was robbed by the “Akyat Bahay Gang” with ladies posing as well-mannered. Rodel tiptoed his way through the hallway towards the receiving room; as he pass the alleyway leading back to the kitchen, the keys weren’t there.
“Beth for a while and we will have our lunch”. Rodel made it to reach where Beth remained standing.
“It’s just fine”. Beth replied.
As he reached for the phone, the cord was there advertently cut and was made to litter the floor obviously. Then, Beth immediately appears from the back. Rodel was profusely sweating and obviously perturbed.
“What’s the matter? Are you afraid” Beth said.
“Don’t dare to step closer” Rodel erupted and with expletives.
“Why? Don’t you like me?” Beth started to sway Rodel for a sex. She slowly walked towards him as she bulge her chest and bosom towards Rodel. At that point, Rodel couldn’t moved, a deep impulse inside him shoots upward motivating him to have sex he is yet to have probably at 21.
Obviously the lady is older than him yet her looks are heavenly gracious, so clean but tempting. As Beth neared Rodel in an inch, she reached for his hands to probably caress. Then she put it both in her butts for Rodel to lather. When she released his hands, Rodel’s hands is sticking like a sucker savoring a sweet blood. Beth, with a jerk, placed Rodel’s head against the wall and kissed his neck, all the more, his libido rise to heights. Speechless. Caught. Slaved.
Then suddenly he heard the door swung open. A matter of moment two fully grown men at their thirties appeared without his knowledge. Rodel would have been surprised, but he hadn't. No time. A knife lodged and removed in his love handles. No time for him to react. His vision became blurred, though he could clearly hear “Quick”, “Is he already dead”, “You go upstairs” and “Look outside”
In a standing position, he slowly slides down against the wall and finally lying in the floor motionless. A scarlet blood stained the wall in vertical lines. He grasp for breath. He saw his own blood profusely flowing at the floor. He couldn’t think clearly also couldn’t understand anymore. He became sober, he cried. And quietly he felt something odd like sense of departing and leaving. Then he’s out.
But it doesn’t end there. The assailants rushed their way towards the entire house to steal prized possessions: phone, LCD, TV, GPS, laptop and they even managed to use his Honda City as their getaway vehicle.
Should Rodel survive the robbery-homicide; he would make it a vow not to be deceived.
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