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Number One Fan

CHAPTER 33

Author: issabacsa Total hits: 5080 User hits: 24 Date: 05-15-2014

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  “YOU’RE LATE AGAIN,” said his immediate manager.

  His manager is short, dark, and bald. A moustache suited his serious face that demands respect.

  “Traffic,” Number One Fan said.

  “As usual, you’re number one reason. Any more original than that?” his manager asked with sarcasm.

  “I’m doing my job, Boss,” he said.

  “What do you mean doing your job?” his manager asked back. “You didn’t show up in our meeting yesterday. They’re trying to call you but you’re out of reach. What’s the matter with you?”

  “I’m busy with some personal affairs that only I can do,” Number One Fan said.

  “I have been fair and patient with you but you have abused our working relationship.”

  

  

  HE DROPPED OFF HIS CAR, went behind it and took a gallon of gasoline from the trunk. He looked around to see if someone watched. No one. It’s still too early for an afternoon rush in a remote area like Tanay, Rizal.

  He approached the parked Toyota Innova. There he left Jose Ignacio, a known broadcaster, unconscious. Number One Fan poured the kerosene on the vehicle and left the empty gallon underneath it. He moved further away, lit a cigarette and threw it towards the vehicle to catch fire.

  He immediately ran away, but the car exploded that made him fall to the ground. He crawled away towards his car. Upon reaching his car, he immediately went in and removed his jacket. He noticed that he had some scratches and a few wounds.

  People started to crowd and some tried to extinguish the fire. He waited until the commotion died down and left without anyone noticing him.

  

  

  “HELLO, REGINE? It’s Alex,” he said over the phone.

  “Where are you?” I asked. “I was waiting for your call.”

  “Sorry about that. I am here at the ER,” he said.

  “ER? Where? Why? What happened to you?” I asked.

  “I had an accident,” he replied.

  “What?”

   “I fell on my motorcycle. Thank God, I was wearing a helmet.”

  “How did it happen?” I asked.

  “A speeding car almost hit me,” he said. “I lost my balance and fell when I made a slight turn.”

  “Were you hurt?”

  “Don’t worry, these are just a few cuts.”

  “Were you able to get the car’s plate number?” I asked.

  “No, the car was too fast,” he said. “And you be careful, that stalker has already followed me.”

  

  

  JOYCE HASN’T ARRIVED YET that night. I called her cell phone but no one answered. I became worried. Then a text message came.

  “Sister, Joyce here. I couldn’t use my cell phone. I just borrowed this from someone so please don’t reply to this number. I’m okay. I’m staying with a classmate. I just need to be alone and sort things out. I just broke up with my boyfriend. I’ll explain everything to you when I return.”

  So she has a boyfriend and she lied to me. Now, who is that man? Could it be that Joyce is Number One Fan’s girlfriend?

  “If I can’t have her elder sister back, could I court Joyce one of these days?” David said that to me before.

  .

  

  LOR, PATRICK, AND I were at the last night of Nitz’s wake. Her burial would be the next day, Sunday morning.

  “Joyce left,” I told them.

  “Why? What’s the reason?” Lor asked.

  “She said that she wants to be alone,” I answered. “She broke up with her boyfriend. She lied to me. She told me that she was not in a relationship but she’s admitting it now.”

  “Maybe, she doesn’t want you to know at first,” Patrick said.

  “There’s something curious about it,” I said. “Number One Fan sent me some pictures of Joyce having sex with an unidentified man. I was thinking what if Number One Fan could be Joyce’s boyfriend?”

  “Don’t you recognize the man’s face on the picture?” Patrick asked.

  “No. It was dark,” I said. “Besides, Boy Valdez said that it was somehow manipulated. Remember those attachments?”

  “Yes, and even our photography experts say that someone manipulated those photos,” Patrick said.

  “Do you have a copy of it that we could see?” Lor asked.

  “Wait, let me check if I still have it here in my cell phone,” I said looking for it on my cell phone. “I remembered sending the pictures to Joyce via MMS.”

  I saw the pictures and showed these to them.

  “Yes, it’s dark,” said Lor. “Even I can’t recognize the man.”

  “Also, I remembered David telling me that she saw how beautiful Joyce is,” I said. “He joked that if he couldn’t have me back, was it okay if he courted Joyce.”

  “Would you know where Alex is right now?” Patrick asked after returning my cell phone.

  “He had an accident yesterday afternoon,” I answered. “He said he’ll be coming here. Why did you ask?”

  “You’re suspecting David, right?” Patrick asked.

  “Somehow, yes. Why?” I asked back.

  “Don’t you ever suspect Alex?” Patrick asked again.

  I couldn’t believe what I’ve heard from him. I shook my head.

  “No, I don’t think so,” I said. “Our relationship is much okay. He’s sweet, caring, and at times, demonstrative. There were times he gets jealous but there were no signs of him that could raise any suspicion.”

  Just then, Alex arrived and joined us. He sat beside me and kept me company until the wee hours of the morning. He showed to us the scratches, bruises and wounds he got during his motorcycle accident as he related his story.

  Lor, Patrick and I had decided earlier to stay there until Nitz’s funeral but Alex insisted that we leave instead.

  “Alex, Nitz was my best friend,” I reasoned out. “I want to stay until the funeral tomorrow morning.”

  “It’s unsafe, Regine,” he said. “Your Number One Fan has been striking those people much closer to you. Can’t you see?”

  I sighed and gave up arguing with Alex. Since then Lor, Patrick, and I had no time to speak with each other about Patrick’s suspicion on Alex. But I saw Patrick and Lor talking and from time to time and looked at our direction. Alex was there beside me all the time until we left past midnight.

  

  

  ALEX AND I WERE LATE for Nitz’s funeral the next day. I felt upset with Alex already but I tried to hide it from the others especially to Patrick and Lor. Alex had kept me by his side every time I tried to get near Patrick and Lor.

  After the funeral, Patrick and Lor immediately left. A common friend told me that they haven’t rested since last night. Alex brought me home and Joyce has not returned yet.









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