Wake me up when September ends, My bromance story.

What really you were expecting this September? Like any other here, I had lots in mind when the word “BER” comes at the end of the month, this is the season to be jolly, this is the time where our ears will hear the Jingle bells in the malls, the radio broadcast casting the Christmas songs every day, the wind becomes cold not with the snow but with Typhoon. Being an Agriculturist there is worried on me because this month is the season for typhoons not only the Christmas sales and occasions but farming becomes dangerous again as the news last night that typhoon will somehow strike the Cagayan Valley which we were living and the cropping season of rice is under the vegetating stage as for now.

EUNOIA P.O.V

The first day of the month and I hate myself, I had already a draft prepared to be posted yet my unclaimed Alter told me that not to post anymore, I don't have a choice but to just recreate another one to at least not be zero at the first day of the month.

Wake me up, when September ends...

This is the thing that comes to my mind the moment I heard the word September. A very special friend of mine plays this songs very often every morning in our dormitory and that gives me the topic of today.

I met this guy in an awkward position like we were really a bit too much small child, this happened on the first evening at the dormitory, they said it was a ritual for newcomers like us at the residence to introduce ourselves and the talent we had, and he was the chosen first one, it's awkward that it wasn't true they just make fun on him, and honestly, I laugh at the dance step he made LOL, I'm not a dancer just a no-talent guy, silent as mountain yet dangerous for it could explode LOL.

I missed him, a bit of bromance but no I just missed the moment we were together, even we were calling on Messenger via Video call still the face to face is more something. The bond of brotherhood was there, no drama and anything. We shared problems together what no one of us claims to be sad, instead, we just let the dramatic sequel go around and mind its own.

He was a ghost fighter, no he was always chased by ghosts. Imagine a good sleep will be ended with his calling me just to with him in the rest room at midnight, going to buy thing he needs me to be with him because he was afraid of the dark alley? Those are the memories we had.

One redhorse could make him another self his, In the time we were doing our research for our Thesis, we always ended one bottle every day. Yeah, the Thesis in Crop Science is too terrifying and too many time eaters. Mine wasn't for I choices to make my study during December for it's a Semester break, for him. He ended up a loss or recast twice. Twice effort and written was just dumped in fire, yeah when the professors told him to recast we made a point that we just burn the whole rim of bond papers as a protest and LOL, I was too for I am the one who did that paper works, I actually did four other Thesis book in my college, and it's really not that good in my mind and self for I need to consume one cobra energy drinks just to stay awake for the rest of the night for the deadline was just near.

Lucky for my research and book publication was done as I promised to him that he just help me with my Mushroom research and I will be the one who will be encharged with his research paper, he wasn't that good in research and data so if I am not there as he said he just give-up.

That's maybe the thing attracted me in research and data collecting, it really broke my heart that I missed two researching opportunity in my hand due to Corona Virus.

We never said "I love you" yet we felt that we will be friends forever

But for all the challenge, a ghost running, pillow fighting, wrestling, and even near-death accident still, he calls me Boss. Well, I am the Boss LOL and he was the Sir. But No feeling attached I was really excited to hear he will be married for one time he mentioned to me he worried that his girlfriend didn't get a period. I am now again a Godfather haha. Thanks for reading my Bromantic boring life.