The split belief

To feel this chapter so much the way I felt writing this, please, kindly play the song with it, to feel what I felt. Thank you all.

Playlist: Someday, the girl (boy)

Artist: Kim feels

Ama's POV

I slowly looked at how Pierre fits every piece of steak into his mouth. I wish I were that fork, or at least it will be better to get chewed by my scourge.

I turned to stare at Hugo; he was busy doing justice to his streak himself. I cleared my throat, "Mister Leroy, are you close to Pierre?" I asked.

"Yeah, very close!" He smiles.

"How close?" I furrow my eyes at him.

He grins. "We attended the same elementary school, till high school, then, we attended the same university and lastly, we stayed at the same dorm room. I knew his parents and also this late brot—" He paused.

Looking tensed at the piercing gray eyes as he gradually slaps the hand towel to the table. "Excuse me!" Pierre said as he slowly got up and headed for the restaurant restroom.

I turned to stare at Hugo. "What was that all about? Does he have a brother? Where is he now?" I watch as my curiosity eats me up like veggies.

Hugo looks so sad main talking about the situation. "Urm...About that, He...He had a brother, an elder brother, but he's no more." He started.

My eyes were as spread as an undercuts Lampard. "He's...No more? How? What are you talking about, brother Hugo?"

Curiosity! Yes, it once killed a cat, and I bet with nine more lives, I'll be okay in my web. Is this the reason why Pierre became so distant from everyone? Is this why he doesn't have many friends?

"What...What happened to him?" I mustered the courage that was left inside of me.

"He...He was killed by a hit-and-run car. This is the reason Pierre became a doctor, the surgery that he needed, and no one was available at that time to perform the surgery on Frederick Fitzgerald. He watched his brother die in his arm. So, I guess that's it!"

"Oh!" I mouthed at oh. I should probably stop asking, and I should talk about something else because this moment is not equivalent to my system.

"We should probably talk about something else," Hugo mouthed.

"Yeah...Yeah, that's true," I said, looking so disorganized.

Hugo knows a lot about Pierre; should I ask him if Pierre had dated anyone before? Yes, I should do just that. I inhaled and exhaled. I hope he doesn't suspect my reason for asking, though.

"Erm...bro Hugo," I called.

"Yes, Chocolate flavor. Is there something else you'd like to ask me about? Pierre, again?" The mockery was a shot to his face. It was so evident that he sensed something cooking in Melanie's mind.

"Oh!" I giggled shyly. "Erm, I just wanted to ask, since you knew Pierre right from elementary school till date, you might have indeed seen him...erm...Uhm...you know, never mind, Let's exchange your Instagram username; I'll ask you there!" I said, bringing out my phone from my handbag.

"Chocolate flavor, I think I can read through your emotions; I know what you're about to ask from me, but anyway, no problem, you can surely ask me anything later," He replies sarcastically at my warm expression.

I was blushing, so destructive to the extent I could not stop my eyes from twitching so much. I watch him giggle at my current state.

"It's okay, Chocolate flavor, it's all good; your secret is indeed saved with me for life." He reassures me.

"Oh...that! Thank you!" I sputtered.

"So, we should eventually exchange Username though; you can chat me up later, okay?" He inquired.

"Sure," I moved my chair close to him as I handed him my phone to input his Instagram username, and I did the same.

"What are the two of you doing? Getting so close like that?" He scowls.

"Nothing!" We both replied together in shock.

Pierre was right behind us, with his arm folded to his chest. Slightly.

"Good," He frowns. "Are you done eating?" He asked.

"Ye...Yes!" I stuttered.

"Okay then," He turns to Hugo. "Thanks for the treats, Leroy; I appreciate it, but it's getting late; we need to rush back to the hotel now," He said.

"Okay, Bro, take care of my chocolate flavor for me, though!" He smirks at him.

"You..." He growls at him. "Whatever," He added, picking up his mobile phone that was resting majestically on the menu pallet.

"Bye, Bro Hugo!" I smile slightly at him.

"Bye, my chocolate flavor!" He giggles so lightly at me. The frown on Pierre's face increased, his eyes burns and I don't know why.

—

After a quick bath, I put on a yellow robe, came out of the bathroom with my hair wet, and massively dropped water nonstop; I picked up my small hair towel and started hand pressing it to my hair.

"Ama!" I heard Pierre's voice calls on me; I twirled around to find him sitting on the couch.

"Oh, Pierre!" I looked stunned at him; he was putting on a white robe. "How do you do? Why are you sitting idle over there?" I asked.

"That doesn't matter; make sure to dry your hair correctly, or if not, you'll catch a cold and indeed get sick," He said.

I exhaled sharply. "And I'm doing just that,"

He saw how I was struggling to stop the water from dropping. I didn't carry my hairdryer along, and I've been suffering from this for over a week plus.

"Come here," He ordered.

"Uh? Me?" I muttered, turning around to see if someone else was behind me.

"Yes, you, who else will I be calling? Or do I see the ghosts now?" He looked unimpressed at me, making me feel so dumb at his expression that he was pulling.

"Erm, okay... I am on my way to you," I stuttered.

Am I on my way to you? What the heck was that? I did not know what this was, but I could indeed feel the tension my hula mind was giving me.

"Sit, let me help you dab dry your hair properly," He added.

'Did I hear them correctly? Does Pierre Fitzgerald want to dab dry my hair for me? Good Lord. I'm dancing; I'm dancing in gravity. Chill your ass down, Ama Temil,' My subconscious mind dances in her red hula skirt.

"Urm, oh, okay!" I slowly sit down.

He took the towel from me as he dabbed dry carefully. He rubs on my hair as he gradually raises the back and passes dry with the towel. Suddenly, I felt. My heartbeat accelerated inside my chest; it was as if my heart was going to explode inside my chest. His finger suddenly pokes on my right ear. I felt my cookies twitch in excitement.

Aren't we getting too close? Aren't we getting too intimate right now? I felt my body burns up for either the excitement of having the man of my dreams dab dry on my hair or either because we were so close that I could feel his body on mine.

I was so lost for words. I didn't know what else to say to keep up a good conversation right now. I felt so awkward, and I kept on clumping my saliva nonstop, and I knew it was obvious.

"Are you feeling okay?" His voice echoed behind my ears.

"Yes...I am, I'm...Erm," I stuttered.

He knows, I think he knows, he knows the effect he has on me; he's just playing with me.

"Are you sure?" He asked, flipping me around to face him.

My heart, my heart! Pierre Fitzgerald. What the fuck are you doing to me? Consuming my strength in just a second? Is this what doctors do? Step on their patient's feelings? He knows.

I watch him smirk. resting his forehead on mine, making me feel his breath on mine. "Ama, Are you feeling well?" His minty strawberry breath fans my face. He was too close to me, and it's making my cookie twitch so damn much.

He then looked concerned at me; he moved back a bit and touched my forehead with his palm. Concern was written all over his face as if he didn't know why I was burning up so fast. Or is he just pretending not to know?

"You are bur—"

"It's okay; I'm fine; it's just the warm water I bathed with; that's why my body is hot," I jumped up from the chair with speed flinch. He looked startled at the manner I jumped up.

"Erm...Pierre, I...I erm, my hair is okay now, thank you, I'm going to bed now," I said.

His questionable face was still looking stunned at the way I stood up, away from him as if I saw a ghost regenerates inside of him.

Any regular person will surely notice my attitudes, but for Pierre Fitzgerald, I don't know if he's faking it or just pretending not to know that I share a feeling for him so much. I ran off into my room without looking back.

Slamming the bedroom door behind me, I hopped on the bed—What the fuck is wrong with me? Did he suspect anything strange about my attitude again? I thought.

Seeing such looks on Pierre's face was shocking to me; he was so close to me, like too close to my face to the extent that I could see every move he made with his sexy pink, plump lips. They look so soft, and I know it will be so warm too.

I need to get him out of my head. "Where the fuck is my phone?" I asked myself, searching for it under my pillow. "There you are!" I mouthed with a smile as I picked it up.

"Oh, I got a notification from Brother Hugo; he followed me on Instagram." I grinned as I followed him back.

We started chatting till it was midnight. 'I think it's time to ask him my main question!' I reckoned.

'Bro Hugo, can I ask you something?' I send the message immediately.

In less than seconds, he started typing back.

'Yes, you may!' He replied.

' Erm, had Pierre ever dated a girl before? Like, I mean, does he have a woman? Like erm, somebody he likes?' I send the message.

'Yes, he dated a few back in high school and also in the university, but now...Yes, and she's super beautiful. Should I send you a picture of her?'

I felt my heart paralyzed. Pierre has a woman he likes? It took me minutes to reply.

'Sure, I don't mind,' I texted back.

In less than seconds, again, he sent in a file, and it was the picture of Pierres woman. I'm just so scared to open the message and take a stare at Pierre's Ideal type. I'm guessing she'll look so elegant and over-classy.

I should open the file. I inhale and exhale before tapping my screen as I watch the file downloads. In less than a minute, it was downloaded. I slowly tapped on my screen again; then, a picture appeared in front of my screen.

"Oh my God!" I yelled softly.

This is way too extraordinary. She's like a barbie that was carved out of the movie industry. Is this Pierre's kind of woman? If yes, then he has good taste for the ladies. How could an ugly little pig like me think that I could win his heart over?

For goodness sake, he's a high-class doctor, an highly paid surgeon for that matter. I don't even stand a chance at all; what am I thinking about? He's a fine man; he's the man who took me in; he took care of me for more than six years. What right do I have to love him? It's just a one-sided love, and the age gap between us is massive.

Good lord, I want to die. I can't take this. How can he find me attractive? I'm just a sponge to his heart or maybe, just like a sister as he calls me. He would never see me as a woman. I can never be a woman in his eyes.

How can I dream on? Hahahahaha, so funny; I'm just a naive little bitch. Just like the first day, I saw Pierre, just like that day.

"No more. I can't do this; I have to admit that I can never compete where I couldn't compare!"

But still, I can't; I don't know if I can avoid him. My dreams are shattered; I guess I don't stand a chance at all. This feels painful to think the man you love is in love with someone else.