“Taxi!” Binsent Anchorman yelled as soon as a taxicab managed to run in their direction. He quickly waved his hand in the air, making big movements that were exaggerated enough for the driver to notice them. In three minutes, the car stopped in front of them and asked them if they wanted a ride. “Please send us off to the nearest hospital. Thank you,” Binsent Anchorman said to the driver who eventually agreed to fetch them to the place they want to go. In the taxi, nothing much had happened other than a small conversation involving Well, Binset Anchorman, and some interesting and trivial things about the late Detective Deib Anchorman, his twin brother. It was surely a wholesome moment. It was surely a wholesome conversation. But if not for the fact that Well was the one that initiated the conversation, none of those would have ever existed. “I only met Detective Deib Anchorman for like a couple of days,” Well started two minutes just when the engine started. “And just like you, he st
In the taxi, nothing much had happened other than a small conversation involving Well, Binset Anchorman, and some interesting and trivial things about the late Detective Deib Anchorman, his twin brother. It was surely a wholesome moment. It was surely a wholesome conversation. But if not for the fact that Well was the one that initiated the conversation, none of those would have ever existed. “I only met Detective Deib Anchorman for like a couple of days,” Well started two minutes just when the engine started. “And just like you, he started as a taxicab driver, too. I met him when I asked for a taxi who can send me to the nearest ATM station because I just lost my phone and I needed to buy something. He was the one who accompanied me to the Octagon Shop where I was able to find myself a new phone. He was a good man, indeed. I don’t think if I have said this earlier, but this is something that I was not able to tell him. I was too selfish to even inform him how good of a man he was,” W
“Oh, here we go again.” Well sighed as he slapped his forehead really, really hard it sounded like a fist against a wooden wall. He closed the door before him, but he did it gradually because his eyes were still scrutinizing the entire place as if something familiar had come up. Because, if Well had to remember it right, this has happened before. Not long ago. As a matter of fact, the same scenario had happened two days ago. No. One and a half. This was exactly what happened when he brought Allen Mar to Don Betito Private Hospital. One moment he was there. And then one moment he vanished into the thin air and only God knew where he went. Now, Well pretty sure did not know where Allen Mar had gone into again. He had no idea. He had no idea even about the hospital that it was indeed a hospital. “Now, where do we find him? He is not here.” Binsent Anchorman rolled his eyes, a tightening feeling had embraced his chest. “Let us try searching and checking every single damn room in this ske
“Allen Mar,” Well whispered under his airy and soft breaths. “Sorry, I know it is just so random, I know. But I have a question.” He cleared his throat, as if that one particular question was a lump that caused him to have difficulty in speaking. “What is it?” Allen Mar glimpsed at him like the question or whatsoever was no big deal. He was looking at the vast horizon ahead of them– a mountain rages waiting for the bursting of luminous light coming from the ball of fire that’s just about to break the dawn. The sky was a massive sheet of blue canvas spread up above them, how clear and clean that was. “We are already friends, Well. Close friends. Close enough that you can ask me whatever you want without really giving me a heads up of what the question is going to be about. Close friends do not do that anymore. Close friends do not need permission to do anything to another– as long as it comes from the heart, and as long as it does not hurt either of the two parties, it does not matte
"And so I was right all along." Well whispered, letting the strong gusty wind snatched his words and kept them away from where Well and Binsent Anchorman was sittting. "I thought I already knew him enough to consider him a friend. Turns out I was wrong— again. I allowed myself to be easily manipulated by his good deeds that I forgot to confirm if whether or not he was an ally." Well sighed. "But he was really an ally. The only downside is that, he was an ally but he kept on keeping secrets from me. Of course, considering I only have him as a friend, and he only have me as a friend, too, keeping secrets from each other is considered a sin, don't you think?" Well looked at his side and he saw Binsent Anchorman throwing gazes towards the sky. The dusky afternoon skies broke into a massive orange hue, illuminating the evening as it attempted to darken the place. " I understand your frustration. But also, on the other hand, I understand your friend's reasons, too. If you look at it, close
"Don't you think it's unfair?" Well swung his head as he looked up above him. "He kept on dragging and dragging me in danger, making me think that it's all because of me— that I was the target of the culprits all along— only for me to later on know that it was actually him they were running after. I think it is just so unfair. There were so many times I have put myself to danger that he, himself has caused. And I was this tiny, little clueless innocent man whose never realized that I've been deprived of the truth ever since the day he and I have met," Well answered. Tears were already dwelling in the corner of his eyes but he did not wipe them away yet. He let them stream for as long as it demanded to. "Can anyone blame me for losing my trust in him? Don't you think it is also valid to be angry because of him? Because if I am to think of it, I have every right to be angry just as he has every right to be defensive." Well coughed. “Yeah, I can also say that’s right, though.” Binsent A
“I don’t get it. Why do you have to protect me, and keep an eye on me, when clearly, after a thorough observation, we have both found out that it was not me who was hot in the eyes of the culprits, but my friend, AllenMar? Is it still not clear to you that it is him that the culprits are after for and not me?” Well sighed heavily, heavy enough to figuratively say that he carried the whole world on his shoulders and the longer he kept on carrying them, the heavier they would become. “How are you so sure about that? Yes, we both thought of that possibility, and yes, we both agreed that it might really be him, but it does not mean it is only him. Just because we both think that the culprits are running after your friend, Allen Mar does not mean they are not running after you anymore. There should be at least a twenty percent chance that they are looking after you, too. The more vulnerable and easy targets they have, the closer they are to achieving their goals.” Binsent Anchorman stoppe
“Hey!” Well called. His voice echoed like a wailing siren in the vastness and bleakness of the dusk. On the other hand, Binsent Anchorman had been caught in a lull. Well had been trying to get his attention for quite a while already but still he was too stuck in a rut that he had not heard a thing. And so, Well got no choice but to poke him by th shoulders to make sure that he would turn around this time. “I said hey!” Well repeated. This time, there was a certain sharpness in his voice sharp enough to pierce through the daydream that caught all the attention of the man beside him. “Are you still with me?” Well asked, his eyebrows trying to collide with each other but a part of him said it was too unnecessary for them to do that. “Oh, yes! Yes! I am still with you. Sorry, but what was it again?” Binsent Anchorman moved his head to the direction of the young man, and now that his attention had been diverted to him finally, he made sure he heard every word that Well would utter the f