THERE was a hurry in Ian's walk as she went down the stairs. She has a class of eight thirty but it's already eight o'clock and here she is and she's still at home. She didn't wake up right away even though she sounded the alarm last night. It's almost morning because she slept last night or rather this morning. Until now, she still thinks about Aiden. Especially their relationship that has ended.

Pathetic? Maybe that's her. Even though it's been a week since they broke up, she still can't control her thoughts and look back at the times she and Aiden were together.

But who could blame her? She just loved and hurt.

She was about to go out to the garage when she noticed her Mommy sitting on the sofa in the living room. Her Mommy reads the newspaper while drinking coffee. Just waking up maybe its. Ever since her Dad died, her Mom doesn't seem to be sleeping. It's good and it's still eating. The bad thing is it is too addictive to work.

When her mother disappeared from the stage of depression, she thought that the former Beatriz would return. But she was wrong. His Mother remained cold to him. There are even times when they do not see each other for a day. How it immerses itself in the company left by its Dad. It seemed there that it turned its grief over the death of her Dad.

"Mom, I'm coming in." he wakes up his Mother. Even though it doesn't pay attention to her, it's still her Mother so she should just say goodbye to it.

And of course, it ignored him. ‘It didn’t even nod. And what's worst? 'It didn't even look at him. It seems like nothing has been heard. But he seems to be a masochist and he is no longer carried away. He knew that this was the outcome but he still continued to pay attention to his Mother.

Tell me Ian! There's no harm in trying. You know the wind will blow differently and suddenly your Mama hears you. he said in his mind when he recovered. He had something more to say to his Mother. He thought it was the right time because maybe if he prolonged it they might not reach out anymore.

“Ahm, Ma. We have a contest for the upcoming 50 th Foundation Day of Saint Vincent University. I participated in the Singing Contest. Maybe you want to go and watch? ”

Still, he heard no response from it. She held back her tears as she stared at her Mother's seemingly indifferent figure. How many times has it rejected him but why hasn't he been taken away yet? And why is it that no matter how many times it ignores him it still hurts him?

“It's okay even if you can't go. I know you're b-busy. All right, I'll come in. ” he said and immediately turned around to hide the tears on both his cheeks.

Yes, she's tough. But everything also has its limits. He can't stand it anymore when his Mama keeps pushing and ignoring him. Because he is also a man with a heart. There is a heart that knows how to feel and hurt. He feels even more pain now because Aiden has no one to comfort him now.

If only I could bring Daddy back. Maybe Mama isn't like this now…

UNTIL Ian arrived in Saint Vincent he was still depressed. He didn't even know which emotion was more devastating to him. Was it her breaking up with Aiden or her Mom ignoring her. He still has no one to talk to today and will be reprimanded by resentment. The one he once resented Aiden is gone. Arianne and Ash are busy.

She suddenly felt alone.

Just like today. He eats alone at the University Canteen. He can't keep up because his friends are busy. That is why he felt so sad and lonely. If only there's someone out there who was kind enough to be with her.

"Life is so unfair!" he said as he forked the spaghetti on his plate.

“Yeah. Life indeed is unfair. But it is in our hands to make our lives fair. ”

Ian violently turned to the source of that voice and the smiling face of Mister Kill-Me-With-Your-Smile appeared on him . It was standing next to the chair in front of him. He was even surprised when without a word he sat there and laid the tray he was carrying on the table. He was really surprised when he saw it now. After all, their last meeting was a week ago.

What are you Mag-jowa to have communication with each other? he mocked himself.

He stared at the man again and he didn't know what power it had and it seemed like the tightness of his chest suddenly disappeared. Maybe that's because of its gentle smile. His prediction is that this is the kind of man who is always ready to have a loving and genuine smile on every person he sees.

"Are you okay?" it asked him as silence passed between the two of them.

He just shrugged and turned the spaghetti back in front of him.

"I'm Chuck del Mundo." said to him and held out his right hand.

Without hesitation he grasped her hand and that feeling was right again. It was as if millions of volts of electricity had flowed through his body. It was good that he restrained himself because otherwise he might have let go of his hand. “I’m Nikka Bianca Bernabe. Ian for short. ”

He didn't know if he was just imagining it but it seemed to whisper, "I know."

The smile never left the lips of the man in front of him. He even forgot that it was holding his hand. If it hadn't been for her slight squeezing of his hand, he might have held her hand all day.

What the hell was wrong with her?

"You look okay." he told her of it.

She didn't know what was in this man so she couldn't drive it away. If it was another man he might have shouted at her to leave her alone. Especially now that he is going through something. But with this guy, she felt so different. It seems that she has known the man for a long time because she is comfortable with it even though in fact it is only a second conversation between them.

"I'm good at pretending." he did not know what went into him to say that.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

“If that is so”

He heard no sequel to it but ignored it. And he was just surprised when he felt his hand on her arm and pulled her upright. In his other hand was his tray containing food for the two of them.

"What?" he asked in astonishment here.

He just smiled sheepishly and pulled his arm in a painless way. “Basta. Come with me. ”

He does not know what spirit has joined him and he only sees himself following it. He didn't know what Chuck had to make him obey him silently. Maybe it was his smile. Or his aura. Or maybe, it's because he is Chuck.