For a moment, Cay felt the warm comfort of her thighs lingering on the sides of his waist disappearing as Laura got off him and repositioned herself to a stand, her left hand holding onto the used condom filled with the cloudy semen on the bottom of the rubber protection. She tied it up into a simple nod that reminded him of an annoyingly pair of tangled earphones.
“You can get up now.”, said Laura, slightly exhausted as she disposed of the dirty content into the small plastic bin beside the small table.
He nodded and got up to zip his trousers, noticing the waste contained in the bin, other condoms. His skin between his thighs still excited from the friction of foreign flesh, his mind still stalled in the moment earlier.
Laura guided Cay to the exit where he entered about half-an hour earlier, which was unnecessary to him but probably done so in a assured manner by the brunette. Her natural perfume filled the walkway as he followed behind her, sweet and inviting to his senses and made only sensual as the limited time of pleasure he had. He distraught hair contrasted with the deed they both done but contradicting with what she did for money, it was solely business. As a salary man himself, he knew better to say more in fear of giving away a sense of professionalism and personal information to clients in the past.
She opened the door for him, which made him feel uncomfortable. The gesture only familiar to him when he did so with other women, a gentleman motion and as a dignified movement only reserved for him to execute. She was throughout professional in her line of work, but her exposed parts of the body could not help but displayed itself as an intimacy for eyes who whom laid upon them. He walked past him after saying “Goodbye.”.
True to his words, Judas awaited apposite to the “shop”, his back leaning on the stone wall, Cay could feel the coldness of the surface that only increased his discomfort after leaving the bed.
‘How was it?”, he asked, with the same lingering smile that ferried him to Laura then.
“It…it felt different.”, Cay responded, he could not make up the answer that he wanted.
“But was it good? Had a good time?”, he said it a slight teasing tone.
“I guess so.”, he blushed, thankful to the dimness that surrounded them for he never liked showing his weakness to anyone else.
“good.”
“I can tell you enjoyed that.”, he added, nudging Cay by the shoulder. That was not his usually was of responding, at least not when he was not his usual self.
Cay suggested that they continued walking along the river one more time then and he agreed with a nod, seeing that there was no point to voicing out in the loud crowd. The pedestrians looked the same to Cay, it felt like the same people had been waiting for him during his time in the bed accompanied by a stranger. Their faces distorted by movements and their conversations that sounded more like gibberish to him rather sensible words.
Judas sense his reserved nature but ignored it, he had always known Cay was a person reserved in nature, albeit the females his companion met along the wait seemed to contradict the fact. Maybe he just wanted to get along with people in his own way and not forced. He felt sorry for his companion but could not help feeling happy for him, the later released forcefully by that dark-skinned beauty whom they would most likely never meet again.
*
He ran as fast as he could when he heard about the news of his mother’s critical condition during his late evening shifts, his employer heard his panicked tone and did not hesitate to let go of him. His took off even before noticing the worried look on his colleagues.
It was another usual cool evening, but the increasing panic heated him from the inside, his cardigan was left on the chair of his office as he sped towards Southampton Treatment Centre.
Nearly fifteen minutes ago he was informed of the news of his parents about the incident, just a few roads away in an alleyway. The informer was a random female pedestrian who used his mother’s phone as instructed by Alexandre, while people carried her into the car that happened to be close to the place where the disaster took place.
As he reached the reached the reception of the hospital, his verdict visibly distraught by the news and his eyes glassy from the cruel wind, a nurse guided him with an urgent stroll as they reached outside of the Surgery room. The sign illuminated above the swinging doors, he wanted to burst into the room but dreaded what he would see. All that manner was just a wishful thinking as several more personnel held him beyond that point, he could only hear himself screaming at the top of his lungs and his limbs weakened from the post adrenaline-rush.
After attempts of calming him, a male surgeon came out of the surgery room to explain the incident and updated him the progress of his mother.
“The people who found your parents drove both of them here called us as soon as they found them.”, he said.
“As soon as we received them, we brought them to the surgery rooms as soon as possible. For now, your mother is still in critical condition.”
Judas felt the incoming dread because the surgeon had not mentioned much about his father, albeit probably not intentionally.
‘What about my father? How is he?”, as soon as he mentioned him, the surgeon darted his eyes and looked at the nurse beside Judas.
“Unfortunately.”, the surgeon darted his eyes to avoid Judas' wild ones for a moment.”
“as soon as they got him to the hospital. Even with the best effort we could do.”, the Surgeon looked straight into his eyes with a pitiful look that added to the incoming disparity.
“I’m sorry, but he didn’t make it.”, the tone of the doctor sounded pathetic as he maintained his degree of professionalism.
Even though Judas knew what fate had brought to his father, he broke down into a wailing silence, his energy sapped from the previous screams outside of the surgical room. The doctor acknowledged the situation he was in and excused himself back into the room, his back resembled a slumped man who could only bring unfortunate news to people who were afraid of unwanted answers.
Judas sat on a station seat near the room as the nurse slowly walked back to into a corner and disappeared, wanting to leave the young men in his sorrowful state. The lonely shadow cast by the fluorescent light above him, leaving a creeping trail towards the room where his mother’s life was slowly slipping away. The thought of surgeons attempting to save her life only gave little comfort for he felt himself slipping away like dust being dragged by the still air.
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