I can't believe I spent a week cleaning the whole place. I was so overwhelmed after hearing those prayers, and I thought, I have do to something about it. And yet, here I am, spent for the rest of the week. Michaelis didn't allow me to fulfill those prayers, since, I still can't. Well, that's what he said. But for me, I think just a simple trick would do. Although that trick doesn't gurantee a hundred percent success.
I spent sleepless night writing talismans which I do know nothing about. I was forced into studying the responsibility of a god--the pros and cons. And I swear, it didn't make any sense at all. It is stated from the book I've read that gods are immortal beings. So how do you refer my current entity? First, I am a god. Second, if I'm a god, then I am an immortal. And lastly, I am a human. A being who will someday succumb into death. How does it make me? An immortal who could die like a human being? Or a human being with an immortal life? Sounds tricky, right? I spent three days finding an answer for that. I've done my research and nothing came up. They all go into circles, filling my head with a lot more nonsense about gods.
What's more surprising is that, Michaelis is like a workhalic mom. Although, I don't know how it feels to have a mother and father. Grandfather said, they got into an accident when I was a baby, that cost their life. I just thought that Michaelis is a workaholic mom since, I saw it on the television sometimes. He does the dishes, and cooks unbelievably delicious. He does the laundry and clean the lawn. Sometimes, I see him cutting some tree branches that tangled into the roof.
I stretched my limbs and stood up. I glanced at the calendar and saw the word, Monday. Right, it's monday. I walked around my bed, before I realized that its monday. It's monday! It's weekdays. I have school. As soon as I realized that, my head snapped at the clock and saw that I'm thirty-minutes late. My mind screamed. I pulled my uniform from the closet and change into my uniform. I grabbed by bag, and hurriedly fitted my feet on my shoes.
"Michaelis, I'm going!" I said as I ran towards the main door.
"And where do you think you are going?" Michaelis hissed, grabbing a handful of my quilt.
"To school. I have school."
He let go of me, and I turned around to face him.
"You are not going," he concluded.
"No. I am going," I pointed.
"So just stay here and watch over the shrine, Michaelis."
I hastily excited the shrine without letting Michaelis utter another word. At last, I'm out of that place. I can't believe I'm being treated as a maidservant, even though they have proclaimed me as a god.
Its been awhile since I walked in town. Busy crowds' murmured voices lingered in the air. The sound of thumping footsteps and product sellers mixed together.
Oh right, I should hurry. I'm late. I ran towards my school and luckily, the school guard let me passed. With my remaining breath, I dashed into the building, running in the hallways, as I reached my classroom.
"I'm sorry I'm late," I said through labored voice.
The adviser glanced at me before going back into writing his lessons on the board. I proceeded into finding my seat, and settling myself.
I sighed. I bet Michaelis will be so mad at me. Well, it's not that I want it to. I just wanted to go out, go to school, enjoy my life the way the I did before they came. I shook my thoughs away and focused my attention in front. How I missed school—listening to a teacher witn an obnoxious facial expression, calculating mathematics where I always sucks and gets a C, reading literature and attending remedial art classes. And let's not forget our P.E class where all the boys do nothing but take a peek at girls bouncing melons.
As our class took a normal pace, the bell rang, echoing in the hallways, signaling the time for lunch. At last, no more long lectures. My pen can barely write it all. It's screaming help as every ink painted the page. I opened my bag and look for my lunch box, but only to realize that I haven't brought any. Great. I'll just go buy some then. I searched for a penny in my pocket and found none. Oh right, I remember I was totally broke.
I waltz on the hallway as I ponder on how unfortunate I was.
"Hey, Nina, would you like to join us for lunch?" One of my classmates called.
"Oh, no, thank you," I replied.
"Oh I remember. You don't have lunch at all, let alone buy one," snapped the other.
They all laughed. Their eyes stared at me with pity and disgust.
"I actually have one!"
"Oh? Is there?"
"Yes, there is," I said as I scanned my brain for some brilliant ideas.
I stood stoic as I listen to my classmates snickers and laughs. Their prying eyes dug daggers into me. Maybe I should have listened to Michaelis. Why do I have to attend school, if I'm a god? Maybe I shouldn't have gone here. As I fumble on my regrets, the door slammed open, gaining all the attentions.
"Good afternoon, Lady Nina. I deeply apologize for being a minute late," said a familiar voice.
My eyes widened. There in front of me stood a young man with white and azure eyes in a kimono. Michaelis stood proud as he approached my rooted state.
"Here is your menu as per requested. Now, please enjoy, Lady Nina," Michaelis said as he offered me a sit.
I obeyed yet stared at him like a gaping fish. Why is he here? I think something is off. Where's his ears and pampered tails?
"What are you doing here?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"Just shut up and eat," he snapped.
I pouted yet obeyed him nonetheless. The scent of British cuisine filled my nostrils. My mouth watered as soon as my eyes landed on the dish. How expensive is this? My stomach grumbled, telling me to devour the tasty meal in front of me.
As I ate my lunch, I heard the gossiping of some students, most especially the girls. What's there problem? I turned and saw them staring dreamily at Michaelis. My brow arched. I almost rolled my eyes when I saw one of them acted a fake fainting. I glanced at Michaelis and found him staring blankly in space. It seems that he doesn't care about the attention he's getting. If he doesn't, well, I care. Those lovey-dovey eyes that stare at him get into my nerves—it's irritating.
I continued to devour my food as I watched a girl approached Michaelis.
"Excuse me, may I know your name?" She asked flirtatiously.
"Michaelis," he answered.
She smiled and her eyes glittered like a girl inlove. I sighed. I stopped munching my food and stared at them in disbelief.
"Michaelis, what is Nina to you?" She asked.
I don't know if she has asked it out of curiosity or she just want to strike a topic, but it got my full attention. Michaelis turned and faced her blankly.
"She is my Lady and Mistress that I will faithfully and loyally serve eternally."
I almost puke my food as I heard his words.
"What?" I asked, joining the girl with her question.
"She is what?" The girl repeated.
Michaelis turned to face me.
"You shouldn't—" I stopped midway when he leaned down at my head level; his brows are knotted together.
My heart skipped a beat when his hand reached down and his thumb caressed the corner of my lips.
"You got some dirt," he stated as he continue to wipe it with his thumb.
I backed away and grabbed my handkerchief.
"Yeah, I can clean it off," I said as I hid my flared cheeks.
My eyes traveled into him and found him looking at me. The girl beside him look so aghast, like she have seen a horror movie.
The beating of my heart drummed into my ears. Am I palpitating? I gulped down the invisible lump in my throat. What is this feeling? Is this some kind of an illness? Damn, I must be having an arrhythmia.
I glanced back at Michaelis and our eyes met. Butterflies filled my stomach and my heart ran like a wild mustang.
My heart continuously throbs in speed.
I wonder what these feelings are.