A Round table Analisys

by Jopi Ruiz

Chapter IV: The Legacy of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John H. Watson

It was one foggy Tuesday afternoon of July when I was sitting in my pink tinted room staring at the three fresh roses in the vase above the table covered by red mantle. I remember it was exactly two weeks after the occurrence of our sweet confessions. Summarizing it on a I realize that my life had been constantly active, I was with Stacey the past two weeks and we were doing every thing to make our commitment worthwhile and meaningful. After my break-up with Jason, I never had a glimpse on him. Perhaps he was doing everything to heal, though I admit that it was really bad for me just to let it happen, but I think it�s better this way, for us to be separated rather in a relationship yet never ending arguments arise. And on Stacey�s part, he is doing all of those stupid stuffs just to make me happy, though we had planned to camouflage our connection, yet it can be easily percept through his own little but sweet approaches.

I remark on my diary all of our lunch, together with the group activity upon our assignments and school projects. It was like I had a boyfriend, a companion, a group leader and a tutor, all in one package. After giving him my fullest attention, I notice the advancement of my life to the next level. He opened my mind upon different aspects and realities above this little but cruel world, without removing the passions of his love and caresses, making everything easy for my part. His assertiveness that drives me unconsciously to his eccentric yet systematic methods of living, and his pledges that making me feel the importance of my existence.

It was clear to me now, that I had copy of all the articles about Sherlock Holmes, the reason for Stacey�s queer addiction to mysteries and deductions. After our involvement and promises to one another, Stacey shared everything that has an important and vital role in his daily routines including his diaries, computer programming manuals, lyrics of all of his composition, the guides for his artistic hand, and the book of Sherlock�s adventures. I read Sherlock�s escapade upon Stacey�s wishes. Every night before going to bed after Stacey�s usual phone calls, I had a peek at the old but exciting pages of Sherlock�s exploits. The way he unravel the hidden secrets of any hideous chamber of Europe, his companionship with Dr. John Watson, and the undying busy street of Baker. And every other phone calls that I have from Stacey, we use to have a short discussion about the different chapters of Dr. Watson�s memoirs about his buddy.

Upon my analysis about Sherlock, I occasionally make a comparison between my boyfriend�s and Sherlock, a list of their similarities and differences, through Dr. Watson�s list of knowledge about Holmes� limitations. Writing it I had come up to a short yet discreet and solid study about Stacey�s personality. It runs like this:

Sherlock�s and Stacey�s similarities and Differences:

	Sherlock Holmes	Stacey Sanchez
1.Literature	Nil	Little
2.Philosphy	Nil	Good
3.Astronomy	Nil	Zero
4.Politics	Feeble	Feeble
5. Botany	Variable	Zero
6.Geology	Practical But Limited	ON a Research
7.Chemistry	Profound	Least of his interest, yet can distinguish different chemicals in a glimpse.
8.Anatomy	Accurate, but unsystematic	Just relying on his Mokujin, his dummy, upon human anatomy.
9.Sensational Literature	Immense	Enormous, especially about different underground gangster and brother hood. Including Mafia and Yakuza, Chinese gangster like 14 k.
10.Music	Plays the violin well classical musician	Pianist, guitarist and vocalist a good writer of Emopunk songs

After peeking at my list for a few minutes, I slip it in my diary. Although the differences between him were vast, yet the similarities upon them were also enormous. Even I know that comparing two personalities are inadequate still it�s a good technique upon tracing the traits of a certain individual through autobiography and comparisons.

After reminiscing about the last two weeks of my life, I unconsciously fell into a nap, until I heard my mom calling me.

�Louie, answer the phone� she said, with her ever boisterous tone. �I�m taking a bath.� I step slowly down the steep stairs listening to the continuous ringing of the phone. I saw the television was playing loudly, and the remote control was on the couch. I lied lazily on the soft settee and pick the phone up to answer it.

�Hello, good evening may I speak to Louie� the very familiar calm voice and gentle introduction of Stacey had conquer the telephone line.

�Oh sorry but, she�s in the middle of her deep slumber.� I said when I try to imitate the voice of my brother.

�Ok, but please tell her that I miss my one and only Louie, my love� he added with his never ending sweet-nothing. And attempted to put his phone down but my quickness had forbid it.

�Wait, it�s you�re one and only Louie who�s waiting for the most awaited call of the day.�

�I know� he followed. �So, how are you?�

�We�re been together for the whole day and you�re asking me how am I?� I answered elegantly. �Well of course I�m fine thinking about you, as you can see I�m the one who answer the phone.�

�I guess you�re sleeping before I call and you�re mom was taking a bath. She told you that the phone was ringing and there you went down lazily to answer it.� He said and followed by a simple laugh upon himself.

I was amazed by his conclusion that he had stated, thinking on how did he manage to figure out the scenarios before I answered the phone.

�How on earth?� I said surprisingly.

�There�s no mystery about it.� He exclaimed, while I�m very puzzled down on the feathery couch.

�But how?� I asked.

�Through the multiple ringing of the telephone, that�s it.�

�I can�t understand it. I can�t make up anything from the ringing.�

�Through the help of Sherlock�s science of deduction� he explained. �Maybe you are still a bit sleepy, do you mind if I wake you up, by a kiss?�

�I knew that you�d used Sherlock�s deduction principle� I said still asking for the accurate explanation from him. � Yet be specific about it.�

�How are the roses? Is it in good condition?�

�Nope wrong answer, I want your explanation.� I assert excitedly. �I won�t answer your questions unless you tell me the reason how did you manage to figure it out or else I will put this phone down.�

�Ok, ok,�

�So what?�

�How�s the roses?� he chuckled.

I hang the phone for a minute. Though I don�t want to take advantage of his addiction to me yet I�m always on a habit in blackmailing him if he try to conceal a single thing behind me. If I�m going to list his weaknesses, the first one on the list was his complicated love and dependency upon me, he surrender every thing in exchange for my presence and approval.

�Ok, ok I will tell you everything� he cried while I was holding the phone at the level of my breast and slowly taking it up to my ear.

�So are you ready for your explanation,� I said smiling to myself, cause I had out smarted the smartest man that I know.

�Ok, you won, I will never be triumphant against you, I guess!� he said chuckling.

�I�m waiting!�

�Ok, so I guess my deduction had once again overruled your brain attic and amazed you. It goes like this,� he explained with the sudden rise of his boldness. � First let me summarize to you, the daily practices of the people around you.�

�Ok� I cried animatedly for his justification.

�You�re father, at this busy hour might be still in the shop, right? Managing it he might need the help of you�re brother, so you�re father and brother will be remove from our list.�

�Ok, but why listing that way.� I inquired.

�From the basic point of view of deduction.�

�I see.�

�Then regarding the busy hour, your house maid must be on the market place to shop for the dinner, correct?�

�Yes, continue.�

�Let�s erase her from the list, leaving you, you�re baby sister and your mom still on the list.� He said systematically. �Upon calling you I realize that you might be resting upon the unworldly activities that we had encounter back at the school, when I hear the phone rung multiple times, I was certain that you were in the middle of a nap, so the ringing had expired.�

�So you put the phone down?� I asked.

�Yes, when you answer it, it was my second call.�

�Ah I see�

�So I was thinking that maybe you�re mom was also sleeping so I irresolutely dial the phone for the second time. And after the tenth ring, you had answer it, right?�

�I thought it was the seventh ring� I exclaimed.

�No it wasn�t, it was the tenth, I counted it.� He explained. � When you answer the phone, while I was doing my inquiry, I heard that the television was on, the volume was loud enough to overflow with the telephone signal. On that moment I perceived that someone might be using it before I call, but why didn�t that someone answer my first call. All of those data had transferred and gathered quickly in my cranium forming it in to a theory.�

�So how do you conclude that I was sleeping and my mom was taking a bath.� I asked and I saw my mom, drying her black straight hair by a towel after her bathing.

�The question is not how but why. �Why didn�t that someone had answer the phone if she�s around?�� He said asking himself and informing me. �The answer is because that someone was doing something. Preferably cooking, eating, or taking care of the baby, but if that someone is doing those things, she might as well answer it, I believe that you�re kitchen was not far from, the phone desk.�

�Yes�

�And your mom�s room was located, beside your television set, and also the dining room was not so far from the that desk?�

�Yes� I answer following him methodically while, staring at the show from the wide screen T.V.

�If that someone was doing that above mention, she can easily answer it. But what keeps that someone away from answering the phone? She might be sleeping while watching the T.V. show, yet the loud sound from T.V, or the ringing of the phone might awake her in an instant. Decidedly that someone watching the T.V., had turn the volume loudly to be heard from all over the room.�

�Why� I asked still puzzled about his theory.

�Because she might be missing the important part of the show� he ejaculated. � So that someone set the volume to its full, then do what she has to do. And that is taking a bath. Only the bathroom can keep that someone away from answering the phone, with the over exaggerating volume, she can follow every occurrence of the show. When I heard your pretentious yet husky voice, it give me an impression that you are awaken by that someone who was prevented from answering the phone so I therefore conclude that someone who was prevented to answer the phone was your mom, she can�t answer it cause she�s was doing something, which is taking a bath while listening to the loud volume of the T.V show. When she had heard the ringing phone for the second time, she call for somebody else, that�s you, you didn�t hear the phone ring cause you were sleeping. Lazily you get up from the bed and walk slowly and answer the phone. Isn�t that right�

�Ok I understand it.� I said, it was clear and simple yet without his explanation, anybody can overlook at the situation. �What about my laziness?.�

�Of course, the phone rung for ten times, any body can answer in just three or four times of ringing�

�But you said earlier that I�m sleeping that�s why I answered it after the tenth ring.� I replied to test his credibility.

�That�s what made you lazy sleeping at the time while the people around you were busily accomplishing their task.� He laughed naughtily.

�So I�m lazy ha!�

�Ok, sweetie you�re not lazy.� He explained, thoughtfully. � After all, you�re already talking to me. I admit I was wrong, to announced that you�re lazy ha ha ha.�

�Not lazy!�

�Yah, I�m sorry for calling you lazy, so how�s the roses�

�Ok, you�re forgiven. The roses are fine, by the way thanks.� I said, moving upstairs carrying the wireless telephone.

�And now I guess you�re moving away from the television� he inquired.

�Nope, I just adjust the volume.� I said, yet still astonished to his observing characteristic.

�Ah, ok! So what�s up?�

�Fine� I answered lying back on my mantled yellow bed.

�I guess you had muted it.�

�Ok, I admit that I am in my room right now.� I cried to suppress him from analyzing every step that I�m doing. It�s like he had some hidden camera inside my room. �So what�s the reason on calling at this very busy hour.�

�I just miss you that�s all.�

�But we were together for the whole day.�

�I confess though we were together, yet my mind was floating away from the school� he exclaimed kindly.

�Why?� I asked looking at the three little roses on my desk.

�It�s because of the offer that I received yesterday.�

�What offer?�

�It was an offer from the Mensa organization through my email.� He said shifting his voice.

�You mean to say that you want join another organization after the teachers had choose you as the chairman of the information technology society.�

�No, I was not yet a member of this organization, but I really want to be a part of it rather than any organization in the world.�

�So what does this organization have that the other�s don�t?� I asked haphazardly. Realizing that he must have a good reason upon joining this organization, cause he, in my experience on staying beside him, was a very private person. Who would rather sit alone in his messy room, doing his grotesque stuff, than to be in a crowd of people muddling around him.

�I just want to test my self.� he whispered.

�On what?� I queried lying side ways, embracing the soft pillow by my right hand, and holding the phone by my left.

�On their examination.�

�But you already took a lot of examination before. And isn�t it enough that we are doing our thesis right now? I think that�s sufficient to make your active mind works overtime.�

�But this is different?� he insisted.

�What make this examination different and unique among the others?�

�It�s not just an ordinary examination.� he exclaimed, while I change my posture into more comfortable one. �It is an actual Sherlock Holmes examination.�

�What? Actual Sherlock Holmes examination, what do you mean?�

�It was a detective game.�

�Detective game? By the way what is Mensa organization and why are they having this detective game?� I issued.

�It�s a tribute for Sherlock Holmes and his partner Dr. John H. Watson.� He answered, informing me.� You know the legacy that Sherlock had created. He is even popular than Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, his creator. And this Mensa organization was a world institution, in which all members of this organization had come from different races with intellectual knowledge. And the only thing to be a member of this union is to pass the given examination. But now they change the usual pen and paper exam to a detective game.�

�What are the privilege that you can get from this organization if you�ll become a member of it?� I asked, getting up on my bed to be on a sitting position.

�Privilege, ah, free monthly magazine from their society, intellectual challenges and tons of stuff of the sort.� He stopped for a moment when I heard that his grandma reminding him to eat his dinner, followed by a shutting door. �Actually I was really looking for the examination, to test my self, to check if my addiction to science of deduction had took me to the next level, and the most exciting part of it was being with you as Doctor Watson.�

�Me? As Doc Watson?� I asked with a big question mark up on my head. �But why me?�

�Cause you are good in writing. You�re good at writing diaries, journal and memoirs just like doctor Watson.�

�But I don�t have enough knowledge about Sherlock, I only read a little of his exploits.�

�But you had a lot of knowledge about me?� he followed up.

�Yah, of course you�re my boyfriend.�

�That�s all I needed, you�re the one who has the right to write anything about me. You�re going to document every accomplishment in that examination, and we will submit it to them as a solid proof.�

�But why submit it if you solved the problems?�

�It�s the rule. And of course isn�t it wonderful that you and me are solving the Mensa mystery game, with our love and logic, combine. I want to win this game with you.�

�But you�re not yet sure if I�m going to come with you.�

�Of course you�ll come.� He cried.

�Why?�

�Because I love you and I knew that you love me either.�

�What if I insist on not going with you?� I asserted. � Cause I don�t have time to solve and document ah pathetic game, and my mind was so occupied about the upcoming defense of our thesis.�

�But why would you insist on not going with me, though you knew that we already finish building the system?� he inquired with his lonely voice upon hearing my disapproval about his ideas. An air of tranquility had strike for a few seconds. With my pumping heart I decided to say yes to his proposals.

�Ok, ok I will come� I said to satisfy his curiosity about the detective game.

�I know that you can�t resist it, I�m really glad that you made up your mind. That�s the reason why my love for you was immeasurable, you are so supportive Louie, splendid!�

�So When and where?�

�Saturday morning at Banahaw Road along Aurora Boulevard.�

�Ok�

�Enough for this detective story and discussion.� He said, while I was lying back on my old position. �By the ways sorry for the excitement that I�m putting upon you.�

�Nah, that�s fine, after all I had choose you to share with me your everything. And I�m really thankful in your responses.�

That conversation had took two hours of my vacant time, drifting from one channel to another. We basically talk about, our meal, my mom and my little baby sisters. The other offers that he had received because of his multiple talents. And of course the undying but audible sweet-nothings of his, enough to make my mind unwind and my eyelids heavy. After it, I never had a chance to dine with my family, seeing the shorthand of my watch pointing at nine and the long at twelve. I close my eyes and wander to the wonderful paradise with Stacey.

The days of the week had passed as faster as usual. Wednesday, we were on the auditorium, listening to the lifeless seminar. Thursday, in the laboratory writing html files, Friday, a very exhausting day, accounting class, physics, and values. And now it�s already Saturday, I�m dressing up to fulfill my promises to Stacey, thinking of what color should fit a rainy day adventure with my energetic lover.

�Pink, nah! It might be messy wearing a light color to an adventure.� I said to myself, looking at mirror with only my under garments upon me.

�Louie, the telephone!� my nanny opened the door, looking at my undress body.

�Who is it?�

�It�s Stacey, I think it is better if you�ll wear this.� Mrs. Santos commented, pointing, by her fat forefinger, at the half-embroidered shadowy-crimson blouse and the slender black denims, while handing the wireless phone to me.� Are you having a date today?�

�No, it is not a date� I exclaimed and clip the phone between my shoulder and my right cheek.

�You look sexy today, I didn�t notice it before, but it seems like Stacey was taking good care of you, and your body. It had developed. Not like that pathetic Jason�

�Tsss, he might overhear you talking like that.� I whispered. �His on the other line.�

�Okeyyyy..� she said walking out from my room, which is littered by dress on the bed and on the floorings. �Lovers, lovers, lovers!�

�Hello� I said, still deciding on what should be the covering of my thin body.

�Hello, How�s your morning?� he greeted. His voice was husky and fuzzy. �Did you sleep well, how is your beauty rest?�

�Yah, I�m fine, what about you?�

�Doing well, like an artificial intelligence� he said yawning and coughing. �I only slept for four hours, cause I was really excited about today�s activity.� �You sound tired?� I cried anxiously about his unclear tone. �Do you think we should continue this, I guess you need some rest.�

�I can manage everything, with you around there�s nothing worry.�

�If you say so.� I agreed looking at the wall clock hanging beside the cabinet.

�Ok, I�ll see you later, I just want to make sure if you�re alright. I think I only need a cup of black coffee and a stick of cigarette to buzz my self up. I love you and take care.�

�You too.�

�Ok� he said, putting the phone down, while I�m still choosing what should be the good outfit for our dated activity.

After finally picking the desired clothes, I went to break my fast with my mom. Looking straight at me, wondering where I might be going in an early Saturday morning.

�Where are you heading?� she asked. I took the kettle, and pour its chocolate content in my favorite yellow cup, which is given to me by Stacey. �You�re going out with a man again, aren�t you?�

�Mama, it�s a group activity.� I excused.

�Group activity, and yet you had a hard time choosing what to wear. Who will accompany you today?�

�Ma, do you need to know everything about what I�m going to do?� I complained, while Mrs. Santos was placing some ham and bacon on my plate.

�Of course cause you are my only daughter, except for your little sister.� she replied anxiously. � And I don�t want those maniacs to steal you away from us. After we nurture you��

�But I�m on the right age.�

�You�re old enough, yet you still think about that feeble puffy love of yours.� She exclaimed while her mouth was full. �That Jason I hate him, tell him that if he step his dirty foot again in our cottage, I�ll make sure that I will add another mark upon his face. That no good Jason!�

�But why do you hate Jason so much?� I inquired, putting a strip of bacon in a French bread on my plate. �He never did a single thing that might be harmful to us.�

�Never did? You almost fail back when you were high school.�

�But that was long ago. I�m already fourth year college.�

�What about the money he borrowed from you?� she reminded me. � Did he pay it?�

�But that was only one hundred pesos.� I said, and lift the little sandwich that I prepare.

�What about the flower vase that he broke, the remote control, and the calculator. The books that...�

�Mom, you�re so materialistic. It didn�t mean a thing anymore.� I cried, tasting the sandwich that I made. �And by the way I�m not going out with him. We broke up two weeks ago. I�m going out with Stacey, to register to Mensa, an intellectual organization.�

�Ah, ok Stacey. Why didn�t you say so? Are you already engaged with him?�

�What are you talking about ma?� I said, remembering the promise that we�re going to hide our relationship to anyone else. �I just broke up with Jason, I don�t want to be involve in another silly bonding.�

�But I guess he is far more better than, Jason. A lot better.� she recommended, with her frowning expression diminishing. �Not just better but the best, I guess. Hard working, a good student, even he is only a product of a broken family but look at him, well defined. I�m telling you�re brother to make friend with him, but he use to refuse it. He said that he is not approachable.�

�He�s not that good. He also had some flaw, like a very self-fish fellow, an introvert.� I said, smiling to myself upon the words that I had used against Stacey. � A self-righteous guy like he never committed a sin in his entire life. Always boasting about his skills�

�But why are you going out with him if you feel that way about him? He�s one of your suitors isn�t he? I heard from her grandma that you busted him. Why?�

�He is not my type? Yet he is the leader of our group, and he assigned me to document our activity today.�

�Ok, group activity!� she followed smiling, while we finish the short dialogue in front of the extravagant table. �But at least I knew that you�re going out with him instead of that no good Jason. Ok here�s your allowance.�

After the meal I hurried back in my room, stand in front of the mirror to wear my lipstick. Feeling sexy about the combination of my dress, which is a stripe of white and light blue polo shirt with three-quarter faded jeans and my favorite Vans sneaker, a gift from Stacey. Looking at my watch I notice that it�s already seven so I pick my handbag and rush down the sheer stairs and out, on my way to Stacey�s place.

A minute later I was in front of 222 Riverside St., Stacey�s house, actually he is only three blocks away, a few walk can take me there anytime but we prefer to talk using the telephone to prevent the unwanted gossip of our neighborhood. I press the buzzer but no one had replied, pushing it again and again and I realize that I�ve been buzzing for a minute and yet nobody is answering it. �What took him so long?� I said to myself, seeing some bystanders were looking at me from the mini store at front of Stacey�s quarter, decidedly I open the creaking rusty gate and enter the little yet spacious front yard. The garbage sacks was littered down the right side of the rusty gate and a black cat was scraping it by its fang, the branches and leaves of a Chinese bamboo are scattered around, and the elevated wet topsoil, from the right side of the lane was giving me a creepy phrases. I walk towards the close entrance of the house, but when I check it, it was unlock. I knock but it seems like no one was thoughtful enough to answer the knocks. I rotate the silver rough knob of the aged cream painted wooden door, and unambiguously open it, and the disturbing dark chamber of Stacey was enough to raise all the hair of my body.

�What a messy room, but where might he be?� I asked myself very puzzled. Agitatedly, I slowly enter the house, leaving the door wide open, still uncertain about the missing appearance of my excited lover. I walk into the isolated chamber gradually while looking down at all of the debris around me, the computer was running inside his bedroom, the disorganize plates were still on the round rattan table, with the stainless steel glass was filled with a black coffee. I notice that Stacey was not in his contemporary room.

�He is hopeless without somebody to live with.� I commented while entering the room, seeing the half wet shirt upon the electric pan, the pillows are rumbled all over the bed and his socks on the top of his easel. I pick the crumpled blanket on the bed and fold it. Examining the computer, I found out that he was in a middle of reading a chapter of Sherlock�s adventure, which is �The Adventure of the Dying Detective�, reading a few a paragraph, I realize that somehow, the room that Dr. Watson had stated was like the room that I had entered. �Oh my, He was really hooked up to Sherlock�s ideas, even the room!� I said to myself irresolutely thinking whether to turn the computer off. I place the blanket among with his pillow and arrange it in a row.

I move back at the main room and the only brightness that I can perceive is the gleaming light coming from the open door. The shadow of his fragments was making the situation complicated. I walk towards the rattan table and notice that the steel glass, which was filled by coffee, was still hot. �So he was here before I enter this square dusty cabin but where is he. I don�t think �� I murmured, without anybody around me. Very disappointed about the state of affairs that I�m in. I move to the kitchen to check if he is there. I saw the bathroom door patched by stickers was close but not lock, realizing that Stacey might still be bathing, upon hearing the water gristle springing against the ground from inside the bathroom.

�Stacey!� I shouted. �Are you there. Stacey� again I queried but nobody answered. In my curiosity I slightly push the black yet colorful door, but because of its looseness it open wide on its own. Seeing Stacey lying unconsciously in his boxer shorts, down on the over soaked bathroom flooring, his body was all wet and his head was half drawn from the tab. �Oh my god Stacey!� I shouted with my melting heart was pondering upon the miserable appearance of Stacey. I rush to him, grab his arms to lift him from being drowned. I was traumatized when I discover that he was burning with fever.

�Stacey� I cried, tapping his blazing red face. �Get up, Stacey, get up.�

It seems like my patter was not enough to take to his senses back. I carried him and the water coming from the shower sprinkled my shirt. �Your heavy.� I cried supporting him to stand. I place his left arm around my neck, and his chin was leaning on my shoulder, and walk bit by bit with his weighty yet slim body. I look at his drenched haggard face and his black wavy hair was soggy, the warm air from his breathing was whispering in to my skin. I was glad when I saw that his eyes are opening, looking at my face, and trying to recognize who was carrying him.

�Oh my god Louie, what are you doing? Why are you carrying me?� finally he speaks, while I was still supporting him in to the direction of his bedroom. �Oh, you�re wet all over. What happened?�

�Oh, Stacey you�re making me nervous upon your proceedings.� I ejaculated on his ear. �What have you been doing down there in the bathroom? You almost drowned your self you see?�

�I remember I was taking a bath.�

�I know you�re taking a bath, but why take a bath when you knew you are burning with fever?� I exclaimed anxiously upon his condition.� You�re so careless, what if I never came here? What do you think will happen to you?�

�I will die of course. That was obvious.�

�You�re so inconsiderate!� putting him on his bed. � You rest down there and I�ll call you�re grandma.�

�Not her just lend me that medicine.� He said pointing at the pill on the messy computer desk. �What time it was?�

�7:15�

�O.K I can rest until eighth then we will head to the Mensa organization to take the exam.�

�Gee, you�re still thinking about that detective game� I murmured against his conviction about that examination. � Look at you, you�re so hot. Look at you�re eye bag!�

�Louie please, you promised me!� he begged, leaning his elbow on the bed and trying to lift his twitched thin body. �I�m waiting for this moment.�

�But you�re delirious.�

He fell back from his lying position upon my responses, with his distressful eyes are closing, while I was sitting beside him, staring at the dusty white wall of his bedroom thinking about his feverish condition. His hands were holding mine closely. �Sherlock give me your strength, cure me Dr. Watson� He whispered. The silent chamber was making me lethargic, by the monotonous ticking of the clock and the spasmodic breathing of my feverish companion. I was about to stand to recover my vigor, when he grabbed my waist.

�Louie, please! Let�s go to the exam.� he ejaculated with his croaking vocal-chords, his head on my lap, and his arms are tightly encircled around me. � My entire life would be incomplete if I�ll miss this game.�

�Oh my god, you can�t travel on that state.� I explained, extending my arms to reach the medicine from the computer desk.

�A single kiss from my princess is enough to cure me.�

�What are you talking about? You�re hallucinating Stacey�

�Kiss me please, kiss me.� He murmured like a kid who�s begging for a chocolate bar, he extends his head towards me, and stole a kiss out of me.

�You�re so naughty.� I replied, pushing him gently, back on his bed. �I�ll go get some water.�

�I love you Louie, you�re so generous.� He shouted while I walk out from his room.

I was in front of the empty fridge at the dining room, to get some cold water, and looking for an ice-bag to put on Stacey�s blazing forehead. When I heard a heavy footsteps coming from his room. I rush to the room with a glass of water upon my hand, and I was surprised when I saw Stacey wearing a black shirt - with a logo of DVS and black loose pants, while standing like all the traits of his illness was gone.

�It seems like you have seen a ghost.� he said, smiling at me. His calmness had filled the air, and his spasmodic voice had vanished.

�Where do you think you�re going?�

�To our adventure.�

�But you�re sick.�

�Who�s sick?� he responded, waving his head to look around. �No one was sick.�

I touched him to check the temperature of his body, I was astounded when I percept his radiating fever was gone.

�What happen to your fever?� I asked very mystified in his condition.

�It was removed by your kiss.�

�No! I think you�re hiding something.�

�It was remove by your kiss. Believe me.�

�Stop kidding! Stacey� I said very upset. �What happen to your fever? I think you had a lot of explanation about it. Your playing your tricks against me, didn�t you? Ah, I remember, it was Sherlock, that dying Sherlock on that chapter.�

�Ok, I admit it. You got it!� he said, sitting on his folding wooden chair. �Your getting hooked up with Sherlock now.�

I was very much offended upon his actions and uncanny manner. Thinking of the tricks that he had exercised against me. I move forward in front of him and slap him with the might of my torment.

�Why did you hit me?� he queried, with his overwhelm expression upon my procedures. I sit back on his bed. And my tears starts to flow because of the enrage feeling about him.

�Why? Stacey, why?� I murmured, �What did I do to you? Why did you always use those mischievous tricks against me? Didn�t you care for me? Don�t you know it almost break my heart when I see lying there on the tab?�

�No, it�s not like that�

�But, you hurt my feelings. It hurts me seeing you suffer like that.�

�I didn�t mean it.� He apologized and embraced me with his thin arms around me while I was bent over my knee. �I�m really sorry, I promise I won�t do it again�

�Oh, you�re really are a fanatic of that Sherlock Holmes, applying everything that he does to your girlfriend.�

�I�m really sorry, forgive me, please!� he repeated, I start to feel a little comfortable upon his conditions, his pledges, and his apologies and my anger had diminished �Promise I will not use any single trick against you. Look at you, you�re so wet�

�Now, see what you did to my shirt. It took a hard time on choosing what to wear. And now it�s already soaked because you.�

He moved towards his antique shelf. Took some paper bag in it, and toss the colorful paper bag on the bed.

�I know this will happen. That�s why I�ve prepared my self.�

�What is it?� I asked, pulling the bag to check it.�

�It�s a gift. Open it� he instructed, and approached me.

�Wow� I exclaimed. �It was the latest release of Levi�s company for their upcoming street fashion.�

�Yes, I realize that this day was so special.� He said, taking the shirt and the jeans out from the paper bag �And I consider giving you a presence, after the heartache that I had given you earlier. I guess it is more elegant for you if you�ll wear this today.�

�But, this is expensive. Where did you get the money? You said yesterday that you�re really broke.� I asked, seeing him looking at the wall, I discover that his painting was not there. �Oh my, you sell your very first painting.�

�You got it.�

�But why?�

�To buy those things.�

�But you already bought this shoe, and that cuddly teddy bear in my room, the cup, the roses. And now this, you�re wasting your money.�

�It�s because you mean so much to me.� He exclaimed with his ever romanticism. �I can�t express it by words so I bought those things. It�s not a waste after all�

�You�re really are broke upon loving.� I whispered and embraced him warmly. �Stacey, you are everything to me, did you know that? And now I realized that being with you is the greatest decision that I ever made�

�You�re so romantic, can I have my kiss now?� he said, smiling.

�If you say so.�

The sudden change of ambience had brought a life into his desolate room. Our sensation are bouncing on the walls, the love was flowing all over the house. And the sounds of overjoyed couple on the bed, was triggering some sense of delusion yet romantic scenario. It was half past eight when I realized that we had some important things to do. I was lying on his chest and him was inhaling the scent of my hair. His arms are around my naked body, his hands are moving back and forth on my skin, remembering every detail of the thin me.

�It was already 8:30� I informed him. �I thought you don�t want to miss this detective game that you�re murmuring about.�

�Yes, yet I don�t want to miss this fulfilling moment of my life.� He responded. �Perhaps nine o�clock will be fine. The game will start at eleven before lunch.�

�Ok cutie, if that�s what you think.�

�You look sexier if you are naked.�

�Hmm. You think so.�

�Yah, you�re perfect� he said, followed by his passionate kisses. �Hmm. I didn�t wonder why those guys had envied me.�

�Tsp, Why?� I inquired to his words and his responses.

�Because I have you.�

Another half of an hour had past and we�re dressed up, I wearing his presence to me, a very stylist black Levi�s jeans and sexy white sleeveless shirt with an x-strap at the back, and him wears his favorite DVS shirt and loose pants with his fashionable chain. He put his camera, his journal and technical pencil in his large light-blue knapsack. Looking at everything that might be useful in our journey.

�Is there anything else.� I reminded him.

�Nothing more, let�s go cause we have a long day of mind works ahead of us. Sherlock here I come.� He shouted with his full energy and off we go to our mystifying adventure.

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