“Are you trying to say that his act of tying you to that particular tree is only for a show? That both of you had an agreement about what should happen so that Detective Deib Anchorman can easily infiltrate the City Reserves and bring me to where Allen Mar is?” Well suspected. Meanwhile, Binsent Anchorman was amazed about how fast Well was able to form the entire puzzle. It should have been a difficult one to puzzle up. “Exactly, yes. I am also the reason why my twin brother was able to identify all the secret doors– including the tunnel where you passed through.” The taxicab driver started the engine again. “I bet we can still talk while driving? Because if I got it right, you are in a hurry, aren’t you?” the taxicab driver snorted. “Yeah, right. Please go on. And please make it faster to compensate to the delay that we had because of me,” Well answered in quite a bit shy manner. He rolled down the window on his side and then had himself a sniff of the fresh air of the mysterious a
As time passed by, after about fifteen minutes of being stuck inside of the car on the surface of the water, Binsent Anchorman decided it was now time for the both of them to get out of the car and perhaps swim their way back to the shore. But the problem they were going to take was that the shore was still two hundred meters away. Although swimming is not a problem for Well– because he grew up in a seaside town and he used to swim every afternoon with his best friend, Jh– he had never tried swimming as far as two-hundred distances. “I think the stalker has surrendered. We can now go out of the car safely and get back to the shore. We can still make it to the hospital and you can still see your friend, I believe.” The taxicab driver said as he flashed a look towards the window on his side to see if which way was a better route for exit. After a short assessment, he returned his gaze to Well. “Do you even know how to swim?” he asked, eyebrows are going against each other. “In case yo
Because of too much heat caused by the blazing ball of fire set high above the vastness of the sky, Binsent Anchorman and Well’s clothes dried up in not less than ten minutes. “So, shall we now go?” Well asked as soon as he wiped away the remaining droplets of seawater from his forehead. There were still particles of sand stuck on the back portion of his partly soaked pants, but he did not mind having them so he just proceeded on standing up and pretended that there were not there in the first place. “I believe now is the right time to do so,” Binsent Anchorman replied as he went up on his feet and brushed off the clouds of dust from the back of his jeans. “I hope it would not be so bad if you arrive at the hospital late.” He moved forward, leaving Well a few steps behind. The laces of his shoes were untangled, but he did not have the luxury of time to tie them up. Instead, he just went on walking as if nothing had happened. “I bet so. But the only problem we have to face right no
“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