Rafael noticed the confusion in Adrianâs eyes and poured more wine into Adrianâs glass. âIs it that Iâm too close to Joelle, or have you never really paid attention to her?â
When Michael called Joelle by her name, Adrian felt nothing. But hearing Rafael mention her name instantly soured his mood. âSheâs my wife. Itâs not anyone elseâs place to be concerned about her.â Adrian covered his glass with his large hand, stopping Rafael from pouring more wine. Their eyes locked, and Rafael met his gaze with a serene expression.
âOf course. But have you ever really cared about her?â Rafael asked. Adrianâs face flushed with anger, and the veins on his hand stood out prominently. The tension thickened to the point where even Michael felt uncomfortable. âAre you two alright? Weâre all friends here. Whatâs the point of getting upset?â
Rafael was the first to back down. He pulled back his confrontational stance and said, âSorry about that. It seems my presence is upsetting someone. Iâll take my leave.â Michael called after Rafael a few times but couldnât convince him to stay. He sighed resignedly and put an arm around Adrianâs shoulder. âWhat the hell is going on? Does Joelle still have feelings for Rafael?â
Suddenly, the glass in Adrianâs hand shattered from the force of his grip, leaving Michael stunned. âDonât bring this up again.â Adrian stood up and walked away.
The day arrived when Joelle would take Josiah to the animal protection associationâs event. The main activity involved distributing flyers in a bustling plaza to promote animal welfare. For Josiah, merely stepping outside was a significant step forward. With Joelle translating for him, he gradually became more comfortable at the event.
They were stationed at the entrance of a shopping mall, where both Joelle and Josiah, dressed in red vests, handed out flyers with friendly smiles to passersby. However, some people waved them off without taking a flyer. Seeing Josiahâs disappointment, Joelle patted his shoulder. âItâs okay. Weâll take it slow. Donât be discouraged.â
Josiahâs spirits lifted, and he nodded with newfound hope. As noon drew near and the sun climbed higher in the sky, a member of the animal protection association advised they take a break. Joelle removed her vest and guided Josiah to a nearby coffee shop inside the mall.
While Josiah sat quietly on the shopâs sofa, observing his surroundings with curiosity, Joelle queued up for their drinks. Suddenly, the shop was filled with loud voices. Looking over, Joelle saw Josiah at the center of the commotion, confronted by a couple. She recognized the man at once. It was Erick.
With his arm around his girlfriendâs waist, Erick was hurling insults at Josiah. Though Josiah couldnât hear, Joelle couldnât just watch Erick berate him. She stepped closer just as Erickâs tirade reached its peak. âWhy donât you fucking say something? Are you deaf or just pretending? You little brat!â
Unsure of what was happening, the people nearby hesitated to step in. Joelle stepped beside Josiah and fixed Erick with a cold stare. âIs there a problem?â Erick recognized her immediately. Seeing Joelle by Josiahâs side made him falter.
âJoelle, do you know this young man?â Joelle didnât answer his question and said, âLetâs cut to the chase. Iâm not interested in small talk.â Erickâs demeanor turned arrogant, and he pulled his girlfriend closer. âThere were no seats available, so my girlfriend asked to share this guyâs table. But no matter how politely we asked, he didnât respond. Isnât that rude?â
At first, Erickâs complaint seemed reasonable. Even now, Josiah continued to use his phone, oblivious to the glares he was receiving. A voice from behind Joelle chimed in, âSo thatâs what happened. Young people these days are so inconsiderate. This is a public place, not his personal space!â
Joelle narrowed her eyes at the self-righteous man before her. âHow do you expect him to respond? Heâs deaf and mute. What do you want him to do?â
Everyone fell silent as they processed this new information. They looked at Josiah, the quiet young man, with newfound understanding. âWhat a pity. Heâs still young, but heâs disabled.â Joelle turned towards the person who had just spoken. âPlease donât call him disabled. He has a complete personality and a kind heart, unlike those who insult others without understanding the situation.â
Her words were a direct jab at Erick, who caught the implication at once. âHow was I supposed to know heâs deaf? Ugh! This is frustrating! Forget it. Come on, babe, letâs go buy that bag you wanted!â Just as Erick was about to take a step, Joelleâs firm voice stopped him. âWhere are you going? Apologize to him.â
Knowing very well he mustnât show his irritation in front of Joelle, Erick retorted with a hint of jest, âItâs not entirely our fault, is it? Just because he canât hear doesnât mean he canât see.â Joelleâs expression remained stern, leaving no room for negotiation. âYou insulted him, and your words were cruel. Youâre not leaving until you apologize.â
Erick held back his anger. âHe didnât hear it anyway. How about we just call it even and move on?â
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