Chapter Two

Aviana had a medium layered haircut that gave poise to her light brown hair; her round face slowly turned red as she kept on talking at Amandla, who was trying to read the words on the front cover of the magazine “Billionaires Life,” she continued the words written on the surface. Since Aviana was filled with enthusiasm, she did not notice that there was a piece of the glass shard on the oven, “Watch what is behind your elbow,” She warned Aviana again beforehand to avoid knocking off a fragment on the stove or getting injured by it. “Oh, a piece of glass,” Aviana said plainly. She was not even scared due to her ongoing happiness. But because Amandla was trying to make sure Aviana would not get cut by the piece, she stretched a handout and expertly grabbed the glass shard from the oven and put it inside an empty kitchen drawer. “You will end up ending your happiness and excitement if you get injured because of that piece,”

Amandla explained as if Aviana did not understand what she was trying to say. She feels like a baby when Amandla speaks like a thirty-five-year-old woman instead of twenty-two. Aviana silently mimics Amandla’s words of wisdom without disturbing her hand resting on the drawer's handle. “You do not have to be so childish; I can see you in my peripheral view.” Amandla gave way to herself as she faced Aviana.

Amandla had long, dark brown, wavy hair, unlike her mother’s curly hair. She still stayed gorgeous and neat without much effort in applying makeup on her face and washing up. An isolated forest with a house does not seem to affect how she grew up, but Aviana may draw the effects of living far away from the city on her side. When Amandla moved her hand holding the handle, Aviana started talking again, “Anyway, thanks for the warning signs. But! But—” And her excitement did not stop there. She roamed her hands on some parts of her neck, body, and hips. Then after a second, she starts swaying. Amandla did not hide her disgusted expression while looking at Aviana, imagining living a life with a billionaire. “Stop that, Avi. Do not make me regret that you are not injured.” Amandla told her, but instead of stopping, she continued, and what was worse was she looked for a clean towel, “What are you doing?” Amandla asked while shaking her head in discomfort. She even covered her eyes when Aviana finally gripped her hands on a towel, “Oh, heavens!” Aviana put the towel on her neck like a scarf, and it was not attractive to look at her at all; she was trying to look like one of those elegant women standing beside a billionaire. This was too much for Amandla to keep a hold on with what she had just witnessed. Like Aviana was always reading magazines about Billionaire’s lifestyle, How Woman became stronger without a man, since the day she listened to her problems. But seeing that she was into dreaming about getting a closer relationship or looking at one of the Billionaires was far off. Amandla was already glad that her mother did not ask if Aviana had some brain damage stuff because she would have to answer ‘Yes’ for it. Amandla did try to go with Aviana’s flow, but at some point, when it was too much, then she needed to grab some water for her to be purified. She practiced showing a ‘Neutral’ facial expression, but when a person felt troubled, there was no other way to hide it or cover another face with it perfectly. “Come on, Amandla, I know you want to see what is written inside the magazine.” Aviana teased Amandla while she slowly took the towel off from her neck and headed towards Amandla with a wide grin, “Because you are hot then you are cold, you are yes then you are no, you are in then you are out—” And there Aviana goes, singing one of Katy perry’s song as Amandla tried her best to cover her ears—it was an indication that you could tell if she singed semi-bad or bad. Since, as a friend…Amandla must learn to accept Aviana’s flaws and endure unexpected things with her. “A lower down your tone on that part. Do not scream, Avi.” She passed all the exams she took in college and was going to be an art teacher. But then she took a quick training on music as a solo singer. That was why she knew when the vocal harmony was of the note. She was not discouraging but giving her hope that she could balance the tune since it seemed to her that Aviana could not sing the notes properly for now. “Anyhow, put the tone topic aside. We must focus on the magazine, come, come, let’s look at the interior.” Aviana rushed towards the available seat at the dining table and pulled a chair out happily before sitting down and making herself comfortable. As Aviana opened the magazine, her mouth was blabbering words that Amandla did not seem to understand. It’s all gibberish—not basic English. If Amandla had been a fan of Billionaire stuff, as Aviana was meant to be, she would have never wanted to stay in the forest for a long time since the goal was inside the city. She would have acted the same as Aviana, reading unknown language, seeing a vast of different locations, from hotels and available cars for rent, silent magazine readers all over the world, their happiness will be just blazing around secretly in their respective homes, and it would be going on, like forever. Fortunately, Amandla was not one bit attracted to what Aviana liked, “Tuxedo, Neckties, Dominating Jaw Lines,” Aviana finally recited words that she could understand, seeing how Amandla was calmly watching her made Aviana plan another teasing time. “Come here, Amandla darling. It would be best if you looked at this Billionaire. And start having that ‘Ideal man’ thoughts, will you?” Aviana said through a playful trace of a British accent.