The Luster of Stars in Moscow
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"Basic fool!" Cheri yelled out a wedge in his heart as soon as he got out of the elevator on the seventh floor. "Double personality! What double personality? What if you have a dual personality?" Cheri grunts.
He walked down the lonely hallway to his room while grumbling. "Who do you think has taught me acting? Why did he even run away? You wimps!"
Cheri accelerated his pace with a gasp. Stunned by his emotional turmoil. Drowning in distress in his chest.
"I've really misjudged you, Rafael Moscovich!" Cheri cursed while kicking the door of his room.
"LUCK!"
Screeches someone jerking Cheri.
Rafael Moscovich leaned over the doorway holding the door frame with one hand, while the other rubbed his leg shins while frowning.
Cheri screeched restrained and smothered his mouth with both hands.
Rafael straightened his body and raised the sagging backpack strap on his shoulder. "You're saying I'm a coward?" He asked in a flat tone. The look on his face was no less flat as usual.
Cheri.
"You're saying I'm stupid, and you misjudged me?" Rafael asked again. His pair of blue eyes stared into Cheri's eyes without blinking.
Cheri was bowed with the look of a typical regretful face of children. "Yes, I said that." He confessed. "It's free you ran away from him. He's inside you."
Rafael let out a heavy sigh and approached Cheri.
Cheri gulped and looked up, daring to look at Rafael's face.
Rafael looked at him with a face expression that remained flat.
"You can't escape from yourself" Cheri quickly attacked. "There's nowhere you can hide. You have no other way but to face it. Didn't many people say the biggest enemy in the world is yourself? You're not alone, Rafael!"
Rafael grabbed Cheri's chin and bowed, bringing his face closer to the girl's face. "I hate the one who hates me the most" he said.
Cheri closed his mouth.
"But you're right" Rafael added.
Cheri blinked and fluttered.
The man drew his face closer.
Cheri looked at the man's mouth towards his mouth and knew what he was going to do. His eyelids instantly dimmed. But then it was wide-eyed when someone suddenly cleared their throat to surprise them.
Cheri and Rafael turned simultaneously towards the source of the sound and spontaneously distanced each other.
Mikail knew that she was standing not far behind Cheri with both hands tucked in her pants pocket.
He loved to sneak, Cheri grumbled in his heart.
Rafael covered his mouth with a fist and thudded. "I'm not staying at your place" he said. Then turn towards the door.
Mikail frowned.
"Oh, yeah!" Rafael stopped at the doorway and turned to Mikail. "From tomorrow I will play the Ugly Bad One" he said. "Please, tell the others!" He added, turning his face back to the front.
Cheri gasped with round eyes.
"No! Wait—" Mikail rushed up to him. "Are you serious?" He asked while holding Rafael's shoulder.
Rafael turned his body to face Mikail. "I decided to face it" he said.
Cheri's face was blazing with pleasure.
"But—" Mikail stuttered.
"I'll show him that with my strong will, I can suppress him." Rafael interrupted quickly.
"But—"
"Today the pressure I felt was too much, so he could show up after a year of not going out. But next time I'll make sure he doesn't show up again for good. Until now he had only appeared a few times in the past ten years."
"But—"
"Ah, stop!" Cheri yelled between the two and elbowed Mikail's stomach. "You're always worried" he said, grinning. "If he had determined everything would have gone smoothly."
Mikail groaned helplessly. The two of them were indeed as stubborn, their minds were irritated.
Really a matching couple!
Mikail shrugged both shoulders in a resigned manner, then turned towards the elevator and left Cheri and Rafael speechless again.
Cheri observes the man until he disappears at the elevator door, while Rafael returns to his room.
He threw his backpack on the sofa near the door, then walked towards the table by the window. Grab a marker and write on the window. Then blinked and raised his head like trying to wake himself up.
Rafael. He watched the hand holding the marker with a confused face, then stifled to find the inscription on the window: I have kissed your Cheri. In the near future, I'll be back to see your beautiful Cheri again.
Rafael gulped and inched backwards. Still not blinking observing the writing on the glass.
Me?
Have you kissed Cheri?
Oh, s h i!
Rafael frowned while massaging the base of his nose. I just wanted to kiss her, she recalled bitterly.
Uh!
Why does my heart still feel like it's pounding?
Cheri let out a short sigh and dropped himself onto the bed after cleaning himself up and changing clothes. Realizing that Rafael did not go and was in the next room, his heart immediately felt serene and anxious.
Remembering the man had almost kissed her, made Cheri's heart pound again. The man had kissed her before. Of course it was a different person, and Rafael was completely unaware of it. But still Rafael's body. And Cheri craved that kiss again.
.
.
.
"Cherry…"
Cheri flinched and turned his curled body.
Someone touched his shoulder and pulled him back.
Cheri was flabbergasted staring at the face above the head.
Rafael sat down hunched over at the side of his bed, brought his mouth closer to Cheri's mouth and frowned.
Nah!
Cheri pulled his body and inched away from the man.
Is he another personality? Cherie wondered in her heart.
The man looked at her with a pair of shady eyes that contained a magnet. Quiet, cold and washed away.
He's Rafael, thought Cheri.
The man ducked back and gently clasped his lips.
Really soft…
He's the real Rafael!
Cheri concluded.
Then the man let go of his kiss and looked at Cheri once more, "Cheri," he whispered. "It's me."
I knew! Cheri hugged her and crept around her neck. Wanting it to stay like this for good, the inner Cheri blossomed.
"Cherry!" The man called her again. Harder than ever.
Cheri frowned as he pulled his face away from the man's chest and looked up. Then aghast, then hurriedly let go of his embrace. "Marile!" He's strangling stifled. "Why are you here?"
The man was surprised. But didn't answer immediately. His pair of eyes blinked and widened.
Cheri was suddenly downcast following the man's gaze and screamed as he grabbed the collar of his slumber shirt that was wide in the chest. Some buttons on his shirt came off.
Look at!
Look at!
My chest is visible, erang Cheri in his heart.
"Sorry, yeah. Because it must wake you up before sunrise," Mikail said after they were in the elevator scratching her temple that did not feel itchy. Dare not look at Cheri.
Cheri stood hunched over on the other side with both hands crossed in front of his chest, hugging himself. Nor did he dare to look at Mikail.
"I rang the bell earlier" Mikail explained. "But there is no answer. So I went straight in with the key that Rafael gave me."
You really do have bad habits, inner Cheri.
I love to sneak!