the clear blue sky, the bright sun. and the gush of cool wind. Yep, It's summer.
I hate summer..
This hatred to summer is mostly from that heat coming off the sun, just walking around the town feels like hell, and that's just the morning, we don't talk about after.
At night, the heat prevents me from sleeping, along with the annoying mosquitoes and noisy cicadas. My father always tells me to just adapt to it, let it go, and embrace it. But I can't. Despite living in this place for the past eight years, I still can't get used to it.
"It's really a mystery"
"What mystery?"
EEEEEEEEEEEK
It's my dad...
"Don't just barge in on my room, Dad!"
"Stop yelling, and follow me."
"What? Where are we going?"
"To the bus station, were going to pick up someone. He got a lot of baggage on him, so you got to help us out.
"Fine."
My dad is almost in his fifties, he's not that strong anymore, like back then. I remember him being able to carry two sacks of rice as we walked on this road when I was a kid, while the sun bathed us in sweat.
God, it's already 4:00 PM, and the sun is still at its peak. I don't even want to look up in the sky, I feel like my face is going to melt every time I do. Fortunately there are trees everywhere, I can just walk in their shadow and avoid the heat.
But that fortune didn't last long. We're near the bus station, trees are out of sight, it's just a wide road, and the station is on the other side, we just need to cross it.
"Stay close."
It's the bus station. Since it's afternoon, not many people are around. Buses normally arrive at night and leave in the morning. I suppose he's fortunate enough to have missed the traffic, allowing him to arrive this early.
Anyway where is that guy?
Dad is still looking for him, standing in the middle and eyeing every person he comes across. He had a bad eyesight now, this will take long so I should help him out.
"Hey dad, what's this guy looks like anyway?"
"His a handsome guy."
"Dad.. There's too many handsome guy in this world, give me more details."
"Just look for a guy with a blonde hair."
"Okay. Then I'm gonna go near the buses to look for him."
Let's see.
Were on Philippines and blonde hair is not normal in this country, I see, then he must be a foreigner!
"What's a foreigner doing on a countryside?"
"I came here to make music."
EEEEEEEEEEEK
This is the second time someone startled me today.
"Hello, your looking for a foreigner right? then you must be Uncle's daughter."
Who the hell is this guy? he got a face mask and a hat, can't see a damn thing.
"Yes, Who are you?"
"I'm the one your looking for.."
"I see.. Then follow me, my dad is right there."
What a weird person! Who the hell wears a face mask in this heat? Though I should get him to Dad as soon as possible, he looks very tir-
"Wait!"
Huh, what is he up to now?
"Could you please help me out?"
Oh right, the baggage.
"Sure."
There are three of them, and they look very big too. He really brought his whole house here.
"We can't carry all of them, I should get my dad, wait here."
"Alright."
The three of us carry one each and leave, we then run as we cross the road and walk back to the path of bliss. I missed these trees so much. Anyway, this guy still has his face mask on. Does he not feel the heat? I'm pretty sure blonde-haired foreigners live in a cool country, unlike here, where extreme heat is the norm.
Ughhh, finally made it home. Despite them giving me the lightest baggage out of three, the one where he puts all of his clothes, I still feel very tired. I was never a strong girl.
Anyway, where is that guy? Dad is in the kitchen, making our dinner for tonight, and I'm here alone in the living room, sitting on this nice sofa as the fan at its maximum power is giving me all of the support I need.
Crap. He must be upstairs, I haven't clean up my room yet!
*Thump* *Thump*
Oh right, I closed the door when we leave earlier.
"Hi, miss."
Heh, You will never get me three times in a row.
"Hello"
Oh. This is my first time seeing his face. Dad is right, he really is handsome. And that hair, that's not blonde, that's golden.
His hair looks like Midas touched it, the same can be said of his face too. It's clean and soft, with beautiful eyes and a perfect jawline, perfect symmetry like the golden sun.
Is he an actor or something?? What the hell is this guy doing on our house?!
"Oh right, we never greet each other. My name is Andrew Phillips, have you heard of me?"
Nope, No idea.
"I'm Clarise Adeyo, sorry but I never heard of you before."
"Ah, I see.. By the way, could you please help me out? I don't wanna disturb your father since his cooking our dinner right now."
"Sure."
"Then, let's get to my room."
So his room is the one next to mine, the vacant one. His belongings are fairly organized, the floor are also swept, walls are cleaned off, and the bed sheet was replaced. Nobody used this room for awhile so its a little bit messy. But looking at it right now, I guess It's good enough to sleep on.
"So what do you need me to do?"
"Can you help me make an album about the beauty of summer?"