RUE
"I saw the flowers you gave to Tysha," Bryse whispered beside me as he selected the golf club he would use.
Even without turning to look at me, I sensed he was addressing me. I pretended not to care, concentrating on choosing my golf club. Yet, in my mind, I couldn't help but wonder how he had seen them.
Had he visited Tysha after our session? Did they talk?
Just contemplating it sparked a surge of annoyance within me.
"And?" I uttered with my usual nonchalant tone.
"You know she's my ex. Don't you respect the bro-code?" His voice carried a hint of irritation as he turned to face me. I could feel the intensity of his angry gaze.
Today, the sun was shining brightly as our grandfathers decided to invite us for a golf game with the Vismonts. It felt like an unintended doub
RUE "Thanks for having my back, Ysabell," I expressed my gratitude once we were alone. We decided to move to a more secluded golf course to continue playing. That was what Bryse and Marie did too. Ysabell stepped up for her turn to play golf, and I watched attentively. The gentle breeze ruffled her hair as she focused on the ball. With a graceful swing, she sent the ball sailing across the course. I couldn't help but admire the fluidity of her movements. As the ball landed with precision, she turned, meeting my gaze with a satisfied smile. “No worries. It was obvious from our first date that you were just trying to turn me off. So, I guess someone already owns your heart,” she concluded, which I cleared right away. “Nah.” Tysha owning my heart? I cou
TYSHA Charles: Saw your boss having his sweet date with a beautiful lady. My day was ruined as soon as Charles messaged me with an attached video of Rue and his date the last time on the golf course. Rue looked so undeniably gorgeous and manly with his navy blue polo shirt and white jeans, exuding charm and confidence. He seemed perfect for the beautiful lady he was with. They kept smiling at each other and if I did not know Rue, I would think they were a couple. "He said he was turned off by her? Why doesn't his grin tell me the same?" I fumed internally. Liar. Not to be rude, I replied briefly to Charles’s message. Me: Nice! That was what I told him when the truth was his message actually ruined my day. He quickly sent another rid
RUE Having a personal connection with the owner of the amusement park proved advantageous. I reached out to him and secured three VIP tickets. That was why when we got to the park, we bypassed the lengthy queues for buying tickets. Looking around at the bustling crowd, I couldn't help but think how much nicer it would be if we could have the whole place to ourselves. "Jeff, remind me to get you your own amusement park one day," I whispered to my nephew as I held his hand. He smiled back at me, nodding happily. Tysha noticed our exchange and raised an eyebrow. I simply shrugged in response, choosing not to mention what I said to Jeff. For what felt like the umpteenth time, she rolled her eyes. I couldn't help but wonder why she seemed irritated with me today. Was it because of this spontaneo
TYSHA “What do you want to ride next, Jeff?” I inquired eagerly to Rue’s nephew, wasting no time as we scanned the amusement park for our next adventure. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he pointed decisively at the formidable silhouette of Thunderbolt, the towering roller coaster. My heart skipped a beat. Oh gosh. It looked super cool with its twisty tracks and loops. However, I felt really scared just thinking about riding it. The screams of the riders were already a great way to know it was not for faint-hearted people like me. “Are you s-sure?” I asked Jeff for confirmation. I even stammered as nervousness crept within me. “Why not try that one first?” I tried suggesting a less extreme ride but Rue decided to jump in.
RUE "Picture, guys?" While we were walking around, waiting for Tysha to settle her stomach, we spotted a photographer who takes pictures in the amusement park. He had some sample photos displayed on his chest, which made me more inclined to say yes to his offer. "Sure," I replied, glancing at Jeff and Tysha. Tysha furrowed her brow, clearly not feeling up for pictures at the moment. But I couldn't resist teasing her further. Her gaze seemed to say, "Are you serious right now? Picture while I'm still recovering?" I just smirked at her predicament, enjoying the playful banter. Tysha sighed, conceding defeat, especially when the photographer started giving us directions. "Alright. Pick up the kid, Sir," the photographer instructed. I followed his lead and lifted Jeff, who wasn't too heavy. He then took
TYSHAI still couldn't get over the pictures of Rue, Jeff, and me.I felt like I looked so obviously mesmerized by Rue! I hate it! I couldn't even bring myself to look at our pictures for more than a moment.Thankfully, after that, we decided to grab a snack first. Somehow, my mind drifted away from thinking about my embarrassing moment.“Uncle, I want a unicorn,” Jeff requested as we came across different booths offering games with prizes. He pointed to the unicorn stuffed toy prizes at one of the game booths."Alright," Rue declared, determination in his voice as he took the lead towards the booth. However, I swiftly dashed his hopes, drawing from my childhood memories of countless amusement park visits."It's not for sale. You have to play to win one," I clarified firmly. Rue glanced at me, contemplating for a moment b
RUEAs I watched Tysha and Jeff walk away, my gaze lingered on the unicorn stuffed toy Tysha handed me. It had attracted attention from passersby, but at that moment, I couldn't care less about the curious glances.Holding onto the plush unicorn, I felt a strange sense of comfort. Somehow, I wanted to keep it with me as a reminder of the day Tysha encouraged me to heal my inner child I didn’t know was wounded.Reflecting on her words about healing my inner child, I realized that maybe there were parts of myself that I hadn't fully acknowledged were wounded.Following Jeff's request, we headed to the Wonderwheel for our final ride of the day. Though the sun had already set, its golden-orange glow still painted the sky, casting a warm hue over the surroundings, tinting everything in shades of yellow.As we finall
TYSHA "Don't be stubborn, Jeff. Listen to Teacher Tysha and Uncle Rue, okay? We'll be back tomorrow," Cindy instructed her son over the phone. "Okay, Mommy," Jeff replied, a hint of sadness in his eyes, but he bravely accepted his parents' decision. I felt proud of him for being such a good boy. After speaking to her son, Cindy decided to talk to Rue and me as well. Jeff handed me the phone, and I saw Cindy's tired eyes on the video call. Cindy's stress was evident in the weary lines etched across her forehead, creasing her usually smooth complexion. Her eyes, usually bright and lively, now appeared tired and heavy-lidded, with dark circles forming underneath. There was a tense set to her jaw, and her lips were pressed together in a thin line, betraying the weight of her worries. Despite her efforts to maintain c