5

"Zehel?"

Still no answer.

Is Zehel dressed? I don't want to look back just to confirm if he's still a burlesque king or decent. Tsk! Why isn't he ---

"Boooooo!"

Suddenly a hot breath hit my main ear on the side of my neck. where I tickle very strongly. Zehel is just behind me. It was as if lightning had struck my entire body with the intensity of the sensation. I screamed.

"Waaaaaahhhh !!" I ran to the corner of the room and covered my head with a towel. My hair is ruffled. "You're the son of ten gongs, Zehel! Don't do that thing !! Tengwa, I'll kick you !!" I shouted at Zehel, I cut my arm with a cross and handed it to him.

"Stay away, you persuasive spirit of immorality and lewdness on earth !don't demonize the mind of the faithful servant of goodness and innocence! "I know I look stupid but it's okay ... I'm really stupid.

To my surprise, Zehel burst out laughing. He backed away from the bed and sat there, while holding his stomach in laughter. "Hahahahahaha !you looked stupid out there, wife! What's with the cross thing? Hahahahaha! Idiocrasy suits you, Liza! It's too early to look stupid! "

I should be angry right? Because he insulted me. But why is that ...? Why ... am I happy? there was an unfamiliar feeling wandering now inside my chest as I watched Zehel laugh. His eyes narrowed with a line because of the intensity of the laughter. He doesn't seem to be breathing anymore. Zehel's face turned red and I can see his white teeth flashing as he laughed.

"Hahahahaha! What do you think, I'm going to rape you from behind, wife? All of a sudden you're running! You ran off like Sisa with a towel on your head! Hahahaha!"

The shallowness of this man's happiness is severe. That's all he laughed at. he might be fine if he saw a Zebra in Africa dancing Hakuna Matata!

I lowered my hand and continued wiping my head then I approached in front of the mirror and passed Zehel laughing as I chased the gaze. "Hinga, husband.you might have a stroke there, "I said simply.

Zehel stopped laughing and became serious. Ah. I forgot to say, he is already dressed, alleluia! I almost had a near-death experience by simply staring at his body so I swear I will never look at him again when he has no clothes on.

But what if you're going to make your own little monster/dinosaur, he shouldn't be dressed? question of a deranged part of my brain. Yes or no? Hmmmm. I'll just close my eyes, or close my eyes. Fifty-shades style. Hahahaha. Mmmmm. God-Zila ... behave please.

I turned to Zehel because he was quiet. And I don’t want to be quiet, I’m isolated.

Zehel just stared at me and the expression on his face was blank. I tell you he is bipolar. Earlier he was laughing, now ... he is mastering the Art of Extreme Pokerness again .

"So ... what's your plan besides making me your babymaker-producer and slave, Zehel?" I will ask. Nothing, that's what came out of my mouth because I was confused by his stare again.

Zehel tilted his head and just folded his arms. "Are you always like that, wife?" he asked.

"Huh ?always like that how? "I asked.

"Straightforward. No hesitation. You'll say what you want to say even if it sounded stupid, no sense or embarassing. Even if it hurts the ear or is funny, you just say it. Just like you. Are you always like that ?for as ... that's not the way you used to be. "

I was stunned. Okay, I admit it. I can't stop being me, because this is me. Whatever skin-you I am as the socialite and artistic Liza ... God-Zila's dinosaur-skin nature really comes out.

"People change ..." I simply replied to Zehel then I averted my eyes and approached my suitcase on the other side of the bed. "Is that okay?"

Zehel didn't comment so I just rummaged through my suitcase. I don’t know what to do with its flesh. but I thought that if Zehel planned to take me to Silicon Valley, I wouldn’t just move my suitcase, because I didn’t want to repack clothes. I'm not artistic in my clothes. I could wear a t-shirt that looked like a rag or pulled from an elephant’s butt. they're just piece of clothes anyway, they won't sum up me being a human.

Zehel was quiet again so I was counted again. I turned to the man and saw why he was silent.

He was staring at the picture of that beautiful woman on the wall, I was stunned. I see a different kind of expression and emotion on Zehel's face. His eyes turned melancholic and the sadness in those was obvious. But love cannot be denied either. A kind of high affection. a kind of love that'd been etched on a diamond so that it would spell out the word 'forever'.

Zehel love that woman until forever.

Natameme tuloy ako. I was suddenly sad and confused ... but I was even more amazed at the kind of emotions Zehel was showing. i never knew that a cold-hard-monster like him would show that kind of facial expression. And I'm not surprised if he's always angry with me until the eighth heaven ... it's Liza.

Suddenly, Zehel's facial expression hardened and he quickly made me look back. his mouth twitched. His bright brown eyes glinted dangerously and his brown shiny long wavy hair swayed in sudden motion.

"Lesana ... my fiancee, you remember her, right? Liza ?!" he said loudly.

I was swallowed. How can I say I don’t know Lesana? that the first time I just saw his fiancee was ... before? I want to shout ‘Stupid! I didn't say Liza! ' but I have no sense in doing that. Also, I couldn't speak anymore, my tongue was receding again so I had better keep quiet.

"I'm not going to buy your alibi, Liza ... that you didn't kill Lesana. The maid saw for herself that you were the last one with her and you were also the one the neighbors saw coming out of Lesana's house. And your hand was covered in blood! Don't deny it anymore! " said Zehel sharply.

it was like there was a wire knotted in my brain because of what Zehel said. Then I think a meteor also fell on me so my soul was crushed and I died suddenly. What is he saying? That the evidence is strong that my sister killed Lesana? What happened to Lesana and did she die? was she shot with gun, or stabbed to death? What?

"We have no idea how you got through to the judge and he declared that the evidence against you was insufficient, while the maid clearly said that you had a gun in your hand after Lesana died!"

it was as if something was ringing in my ear. I heard a gunshot, but only in my imagination. Ah no. I remember a long time ago, I was on Cayman Island then and we were featuring a documentary about whales, when one night I heard a gunshot while sleeping. I got up immediately and looked for the source of the noise. But only silence greeted me. My teammates were asleep so it was impossible for them to fire the gun. Then I realized, I didn't really hear that, but ... I was just dreaming. and in my dream ... someone fired a gun.

It was just a dream, anyway so I just shrugged then. But now I seem to understand why I had that dream. Have you heard the saying ... the one about the mmysterious link of the twins to each other. maybe the shooting of Lesana happened at that time. But ... does that mean that Liza shot him?

Did my twin do that? Was she turned into a bad person because of her extreme obsession to this man in front of me?

I really need to find Liza then. I need to ask her what happened. And why she had gone to kill Lesana.

Guilt filled my chest, not because of what my brother had done but because ... I was the bad brother. I left Liza for my own pleasure. I'm the older sister of the two of us so I should guide her, but I ran off for my own dreams and left my sister in despair of our loss with our parent's death. I think my brother is worse, now I just think of my shortcomings.

I fainted suddenly. then if Liza had really killed Lesana, partly, I have a part in that sin. I also deserve to be punished by Zehel.

Oh Liza, my twin ... where are you?

"I ... I'm sorry ..." I said softly. I couldn’t even look at Zehel who I knew was staring.

"If only sorry could bring Lesana's back to life!" screaming Zehel said. "If only I could kill you by my own hands! So many ifs!"

I close my eyes to the intensity of hatred I hear in the man’s voice.

"If only you just know who I really am ..." I whispered very softly to myself. so weak that I knew Zehel couldn't hear me. "... then probably you wouldn't say that thing ... then maybe I could help you."

That's true ... I want to help Zehel. I don't know how but that's what I want. maybe because, that's the only way for me to pay for my shortcomings with my twin.

Total repentance ... but not total submission.

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