Door
The door was left widely open when I heard some footsteps coming. I closed my webpage, stood up and tried to find out. It was Rhea, an accountancy graduate of TSU Batch ‘98. She had shown her list of entourage, choices of souvernir items, an album of colorful motifs, photos of gowns, and songs. I volunteered to burn and design her CDs.
Rhea was engulfed with too much excitements. She couldn’t believe that she’s marrying her on-and-off BF. She told me that she decided not to marry him before because of their differences as a couple, his vices, and his "philandering acts". She’s been telling me secrets, chaffing about her experiences without qualms. I’ve been her trusted listener. What advice could I give her when she needed it? I simply go to the church with her.
At times when the door is widely open, I can’t help myself but close it tight so no one will enter the room.
