Lots of things happened...why I haven't written for such a long time, I wonder.I'm still getting on well with my new boss, Stephan, and he is in his country temporarily. Which means I have more than enough time to do what I want, like, studying English!
Then, the "Southern Prince" problem. He is a senior worker and I've fancied him, knowing that he has a fiancee. Some days ago, he said to me, "I broke up with my fiancee." "What?" He didn't want to talk about it so much, but from the day, he got to come to see me more than before. We had lunch or tea almost everyday. I was excited.
At last, he invited me for a dinner on Saturday evening. I can't deny I didn't expected something. He came to see me by taxi. The restaurant was a quiet, stylish Japanese restaurant and we were alone in a small room.
"So..." I started to speak. "How are you doing?" "Not bad," he said, "I enjoy seeing rings and houses with my girlfriend." "...Excuse me? Your...what?" "Oh, I broke up with my girlfriend, and returned to my ex-ex-girlfriend." "...So?" "So? You asked me how I'm doing, so I told you how I'm doing."
I was about to douse his face with the glass of water.
He continued to explain, "The ex-ex-girlfriend is the one I want to marry...we've been together for seven years and we break up when each of us meets someone else, but we come back after all."
I was about to leave, but anyway, he is a senior worker and it's stupid to make our relationship bad. I stayed.
He didn't drink because he feels sick these days and I didn't enjoy talking with him. When we left the restaurant, I was totally at a loss what I was doing. He invited me for a bar, but I gently rejected it.
Because of the shock by the Southern Prince, I took the next day off and was in bed all day long. I called my mum. "Mom, it seems I lost love." "That's why I told you not to fall in love! You always get sick when you fall in love!" "Mom, it's impossible not to fall in love with anyone. Especially in my company...lots of good-looking and smart senior workers." "So, do as you like. But don't take off work because of lost love. Be stronger." "...I can't." "Don't stay in bed in the small room. Get out and eat something." "I don't feel like eating anything..." "Get out!"
I hung off, laying. I saw the small square ceiling of my room.
...I've got to go out.
I bought a ticket for "Spiderman 3" online and wore my favorite dress. It worked. I headed for Roppongi-Hills, and enjoyed shopping there. "Spiderman 3" was better than 2. I felt like I'm flying as Spiderman and felt my feeling was getting better.
On the next day, at the office, The Southern Prince came to see me. "Hi.""Hi." He looked he wanted to say something, but I ignored him and went on working. He'd gone. I didn't feel something any more. "Probably," I thought, "I became stronger thanks to him. Thank you very much."