Introduction âTrigger Fingerâ
The days were getting colder ever since the rainy seasons have rolled over the mid-days of June. Driving on a rainy area in a thick jacket and a beanie, it was really cold now the temperature dropping like an egg to the floor from which the yesterday was a whopping 34°C down to a drop of 24°C as it somehow rained. The traffic was awfully light that day, less tricycle cabs had passed and less people are walking around. Some under a local market roof for they had bought groceries to feed their families but cannot leave if this rain wouldnât lift up any time soon. He didnât even know why he had took time to check the people who were taking house of a market roof, pretty crowded as he looked at it. He sat up taking his hand off his chin and then gazed sideways, his eyes landing on the front mirror on which he saw his driver who had his eyes glued to the road.
 âJose?â he questioned calmly âHow far is the airport?â he asked before he then sighed calmly, his mind drifting on getting home to the US where his foster parents stayed. He just remembered how he got here.
 âNot too far, sir. Weâll be there in ten minutesâ Jose answered looking at the road focused before he made a turn. The place was wafted with big buildings, busy crowds and people whom were waiting for the late bus to arrive.
 âOh, sounds so long, when will I get home?â he spoke softly all to himself; he imagined something he wishes to do when he gets home. Itâd be nice to sit on a cozy chair at his porch where he would watch the kids running around their lawns and playing with other children, a cup of tea on the small wooden table with a small slice of chocolate or strawberry short cake, the smell of freshly cut grass and the warm sun shining over the gazebo where is mother would sit and read a book with his father. Lost in thought and snapping back to reality was when the car had stopped, a building that had itself written above âNinoy Aquino International Airportâ it was a very big building, he remembered arriving here and now he is leaving once again. The door open, a man in a black suit stood with an umbrella open for him while a few men in white mounted the luggage on a golden cart. He literally bought three suitcases and two luggage bags, most of it inside were clothes, small necessities and one just his important shoes he couldnât leave behind and also books which his friends gave him during his 23rd birthday here in this tropical island. Now as it rained he remembered his friends whom bid farewell to him a day before this.
 He got off the car; the man in the suit had sheltered him from the terrors of getting wet from the all-day rain. The butler kindly walked him inside the large place; it was crowded as it always was many men and women all alike carrying large bags ready to set home or go somewhere else. Who knows? Only they know of course. He didnât know where it passed but then there he was seated on a seat as his butler stood by him and looking around cautiously.
 His brow rose âWas there a problem Roderick?â he asked looking at the male, his eyes landed onto the male beside him.
âNo sir, shall I get you a snack?â he asked as he young male shook his head âNo thank youâ he answered but his butler had a tinge of doubt âAre you sure my lord?â he had asked.
The young 24 year-old male had sat there with a tinge of guilt from lying âI would want a slice of cake for now.â He spoke as the butler nodded and turned his heel.
The young maleâs eyes went over to Roderick whom left him, the loneliness wafting him as the noises of the people speaking were not dying down at all forming a loud chatter of incoherent gibberish. His mind on full empty as he seated on his seat, pretty sure his baggage were now by the plane he is to bored. Many had looked at him for his peculiarity; he ignored them all as he gazed down on the beautifully white tiled floor. His eyes closing as he thought, the tap of heels paused in front of him. A male had bowed and held a slice of cake which was on a platter with a fork and warm cup of coffee in milky brown.
 âWhat deformity is this?â he asked rather confusingly causing some to look, burning gazes ignored.
 âA slice of strawberry short cakes and a cup of tea, my lordâ Roderick answered with a rather polite smile.
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