Gold Flower Legend

Chapter 23: His Jealous Self

*WAVINA JAVIER*

Murphy's house was just after two turns from the hotel yet I needed to send him. Upon reaching his address, my eyes almost wanted to jutt out and I drooled seeing how exquisite his house was. Though, it was already dusk but damn, the house structures really showed off its masterpiece.

"Is this your house?" I asked amusingly as we were already in front of the gate.

"Uhmmmm!" He moaned. 

"s**t!" I hissed. Such a perfect grown man was actually trash when it comes to alcohol. "Let's go!" I squeezed in my hands on his armpits and tugged him out from the car. 

"Murphy, how could you be so heavy? It was like I was lifting a 45 pounds Olympic barbell."

"Don't exaggerate it. You are just weak." He pouted and poke my nose.

"Don't move!" 

Assisting him to go inside his house was really a tough job I experienced in my whole life. Gladly, the gate lock was a palm scanner so I didn't need to grope his pockets again and then made him misunderstand me.

The house was serene. There was also a flower garden at the yard, mostly planted with rose flowers and gumamela. Every side of the hallways were beautified with jungle flames flowers.

As we finally reached the house, I was glued like a sculpture as I saw a big pool. 

Murphy was unable to stand alone. He was a complete mess, leaning in my shoulder. But now, it seemed I was more in trouble. 

Seeing the water that shines from the light coming through from the house, my head hurt so much and a resonating sound echoed in my head. I wagged my head to remain fine but the pain was really killing me and making me deaf.