Umbrella

The morning was muggy and dark, but nevertheless I had to go to the supermarket to accompany my sisters and Nat. I wasn’t even expecting the supermarket to be open at such an early hour but my expectations were contradicted, the store was open. We entered the supermarket and I, being the typical wanderer, separated myself from the group and strolled down the aisles looking at the eclectic food choices.

As I paced the aisles I noticed a short but slender figure following me. I turned around to see if anyone was there but to no avail. I continued to walk and yet again, I felt the presence of another beside me. Quick enough, I turned around and saw the silhouette try to escape me as it turned and ran to another aisle. I ran right after it and got close enough to grab a part of it. I felt cloth.

Soon enough I discovered that this cloth was part of a dark green trench coat, similar to that of a military uniform. My eyes traveled from my hand that clenched part of the coat, to the face of the person wearing it. His skin was porcelain, his hair blonde, his face with well-defined cheekbones and despondent gray eyes.

It was Hideto, my past companion. He was something quite out of the ordinary. Despite his European features, he was Japanese and that transcended through his timid behavior. I called his name. “Hideto,” and he walked away, outside to the stormy world.

Once I and my group came out of the market, I told Yange what happened, and that I sensed something wrong with Hideto. I wanted to find him and my sisters understood that. We had had plans to go to Socorro’s house, but looking for Hideto was nothing wrong.

Hideto’s favorite place was always the park. He loved parks, any park; just as long as he felt serene he didn’t care in which park he was. So, we decided to go to the baseball field and see if he was there. Once there, my eyes looked at all corners of the diamond. I spotted the small man in a corner, gazing in the far distance. I called him over, but ignored me as if I didn’t exist, and he even began to walk away.

I didn’t want him to escape me. I sensed something wrong with him. I yelled out his name once more and began running towards him. When he saw me running, he too began to pick up speed. Why was he running away? What did I do to him? He ran and ran and wouldn’t let me catch up to him. This was just getting ridiculous. I was tired of being do patient with him and being ignored.

“Hideto Takanori!!! Boy are you losing your motherfucking mind?!” I yelled. I was so close to giving up on him but I decided that giving up wasn’t worth it since I was getting closer and closer to him as I ran.

Finally, I caught up and grabbed him by the arm. I looked at his face and saw that he was crying. Now I didn’t know what to say. I had been planning on yelling at him for making me run after him but after seeing him in tears I couldn’t even formulate words. I waited for him to say something.

“I just want to love.” He said. I knew exactly what he meant.
“It’s completely fine,” I responded.
“Are you sure? I just want to love you the way I love to love you,” he said.

I nodded. He stepped closer to me and grabbed my hand but caught me by surprise when he gave my hand a quick but strong tug which almost led me to fall on my knees. However before my knees fell to the ground he grabbed my waist for support as his blood-red lips met mine.

Our mouths sucked and nibbled on eachother so hard we could almost taste blood. He hugged me, we embraced. I closed my eyes and dug my head into his chest and he rested his head on top of mine. To me, Heaven could not be any better than this moment.

Since all went well with Hideto, Yange decided it was alright to bring him along to Socorro’s house. When we arrived there we were greeted by my cousin Emelyn and two Asian girls, whom we supposed were friend of Emelyn’s sister, Johanna. Socorro, who had been cooking mondongo, came from the kitchen with an affectionate smile to greet us too. After the charming salutations Socorro invited us into the kitchen, that being the best spot for conversation in the whole entire house. Emelyn and the Asian girls welcomed themselves to come as well.

I noticed one thing; while Socorro was telling jokes and cooking, the two girls would pass quick glances at Hideto then giggle. He seemed to be annoyed by the girls so he got up, gave me a peck on the lips, and excused himself to the bathroom. I would have done the same thing too if it were me because I even began to feel annoyed by them.

Then I noticed another thing. Twenty minutes had passed and Hideto was still “in the bathroom” and the two Asian girls had disappeared. I got worried and got up from my chair and went to the bathroom. I knocked on the door hard enough to make it open. No one was there; only the toilet, sink and the bathtub were.

No one was in the living room and the only room left in the house was Johanna’s. I heard giggles accompanied by odd sounds coming from in there. Impulsively I opened the door and could not believe what I saw.

The three of them were on the bed and Hideto’s mouth was occupied kissing one girl on the mouth, while the second girl’s mouth was occupied pleasuring Hideto’s lower areas. I reacted with instinct. The ghetto uninhibited girl came out of me. “Boy! You done lost yo’ motherfuckin’ mind!” I screamed. I rushed towards him and shoved the girls away. “What the fuck is wrong with you huh? How the fuck are you going to do this to me? Look at me when I’m fucking speaking to you!” My voice was the loudest it had ever been.

Something overcame Hideto and he began speaking in Japanese. He tried to touch me to get me to forgive him, but his touch only filled me up with more anguish and anger than I had already been feeling. “Don’t touch me Hideto! Stop it!” I screamed each time he tried to touch me. I had never felt so betrayed.

The two Asian girls laughed on the sidelines as they watched my meltdown, but I wanted them to feel my wrath too. With my face swelled in tears, I grabbed a nearby umbrella and tried to stab the girls with it; but Yange, Nat, and Vane were holding me back. “Mishi! Stop! Don’t do it!” Yelled Nat. “Let go of the goddamn umbrella right now!” demanded Yange. “Mishi. Mishi! Calm down!” Pleaded Vane.

I tried to stab Hideto, who was still speaking Japanese and acting confused, but I stopped. Almost unable to speak coherently, I wanted Hideto to know the regret I felt. “I should have given up on you in the very beginning,” I said, and I sobbed as Yange and Nat carried me away, with the umbrella still in my hands.