LUNAS RETURN keeping his son

"Feliza, I told you that I'm going to be busy tonight and I don't have the time to celebrate." I said as I sat down on my swivel chair just right beside my table.

"Why are you saying that like it's not a big deal?" Feliza asked.

And I replied, "Uh, because it's really not a big deal?"

"Not a big deal? Can you hear yourself, Genevieve? Come on! Even for just one night? Can't you take work off of your mind even for just one night?"

I tried to ignore what Feliza said as I focused on the screen of the monitor. I'm trying to be practical and rational here. I'm trying to save time. And anyway, what's the use of celebrating? I'm not a little kid anymore. I'm a grown up, and a grown up is meant to work, work, and work.

"Genevieve, please."

I once again ignored her even if I know that she doesn't take 'no' as an answer. I acted like I'm busy with what I'm currently working on; looking what's inside of every white folders on my table, and typing every word on the keyboard with my eyes carefully looking for errors on the monitor.

Feliza Allyn is my only close friend. And sometimes, she can be really irritating and annoying. But on top of it all, is her amazing ability of being persistent like a child.

"Genevieve, hear me on this one."

I sighed.

How can she remember what's with today? I'm the one who should be asking her to celebrate with me. Yet to me, it doesn't look like that base from what's happening right now.

"Genevieve Cloepfil, hear me out." She said in a sing-song voice, and then she plastered out a gummy smile right after.

I finally gave up and looked at her instead. She's still smiling while I was thinking of ways to divert her attention.

"I don't have a huge amount of money to celebrate, Feliza. I can't afford to—"

"I never told you that you should have a huge amount of money," She almost rolled her eyes. "All I ever told you is that you should come with me tonight. That you should celebrate your 27th birthday with me."

Right, right. It's my 27th birthday. But why do I need to celebrate it? It's just another normal day. It's just, 27 years ago, my biological mother had me and brought me out of her beautiful body to finally see the world. But instead of raising me, she gave me to her sister, to my aunt.

"Please don't think that we shouldn't be celebrating your birthday. Plus, I already reserved a table for two, Genevieve. It's going to be a complete waste of money if you are going to refuse my offer. I'm telling you that."

I sighed again, and I lost count on how many times I did that for today. To be honest, I really don't have the time to celebrate my birthday. And I feel like I don't have a reason to celebrate it too. I should be working on what I need to write for the part of the magazine that I am assigned to. As a magazine journalist, I should always prioritize that. And celebrating my birthday tonight is not going to do me any good.

"I promise that you will have so much fun. And that you will never forget this night for the rest of your life." Feliza covered half of her face with her hand, like something naughty suddenly appeared in her mind that she doesn't have the power to prevent.

I rolled my eyes at her, "Fine, I will—"

"Yes!!! That's the Genevieve I know! I'll pick you up later from your apartment. 9 PM, sharp. Wear something sexy and attention-grabbing. Bye!"

With that, my only close friend, Feliza Allyn, disappeared.

It's probably because break time is over and that their manager is going to scold her again for being here in our building. She belongs to the other building; just right beside where I belong to. And I'm more than certain that it's going to buy her more than 15 minutes to get there.

Sure as hell, she's going to get another pep talk from their manager. And that's one of the things that she hates the most.

As for me, I continued working and reading to finally be able to write something. It's been 5 hours now, and I still can't think of how I am going to tell this story on a magazine.

Well, I'm certain that writers do sometimes conquer this kind of unbearable block out. Maybe it's because I'm forcing myself to write? I believe that it's better to write if you're in a good mood or not feeling lazy at all. But how am I supposed to do that? The deadline of this paper is the day after tomorrow. I don't have the time to wait for my system being in a good mood just to do my work. So, it leaves me in a situation wherein I have to force myself to write to be able to accomplish it.

That's my whole world for 3 years now.