Sir Cacao Point of View

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

I mean what I said.

No matter how many beauties I saw and see in my life, she is the most gorgeous.

"Actually, your smile is your biggest advantage. Your smile can even turn a good man into a criminal."

"Stop it already. That's enough for today." She waved her hand asking me to stop.

But what hurt me was that she stopped me from talking the truth. How heartless can she be to stop me from expressing my feelings?

Indeed, beauty comes with being heartless. But every theory has an exception.

Cacao Ned Almond is an exception to the above theory!

"You only know how to hurt my sensitive heart." I pouted and frowned at the most beautiful woman sitting in front of me with amusement swimming in her eyes.

She inhaled loudly and shook her head in disbelief as she looked me up and down as if she was trying to know if this is real or a dream.

"Who did you take after exactly? How come my grandson turned out to be like this?" She pointed her accusing finger at me but the smile on her face is a flop show to express her anger.

I narrowed my eyes at her and smiled silly at my beautiful grandma, "You say as if your other grandchildren are normal."

That made her smile proudly, "That's right. Indeed my Almond children are the best and extraordinary."

"Were you in trouble again?" She asked suddenly, furrowing her eyes at me as she waited for me to answer.

Well, when am I not in trouble.

I am the trouble!

"Why do you ask, my cheese slice?" To make sure I don't get scolded for anything, I got up from the chair I was sitting on and knelt down before her.

Taking one of her legs on my lap, I started to massage it as I used my extraordinary looks and mind-numbing smile to coax her beforehand.

I wonder what trouble she is talking about!

I get in a dozen per day!

"Why did you burn your clothes a couple days ago?" My armpit hair! She saw that?

My old lady has eyes that can compete a high-end satellite. I have no doubt that she can even see what is inside the moon.

Aiyah, grandma is not really a problem but when that predicament I was in reached my father's ears, he might as well practice his kitchen knife skills on my balls.

But then again, there is another problem here.

I cannot actually keep the cause to myself because apparently God has chosen a grand defect for me personally.

No secrets are allowed in my system!

"That –"

"You waged your mouth again, didn't you?" Although it was a question, it sounded more like a confirmation.

"Nothing too serious, cheese slice. I just accidentally told my client that he has a face of an orangutan. Later I had to spend my time with public waste bins for a while." Grandma's face clearly told me how worried she is for me.

But hey, I cannot contain mouth when it comes to telling a secret or truth.

Actually, my tongue is not too loose when it comes to telling a truth. It is not as bad as holding a secret. But when someone asked me pointedly to tell the truth, it becomes a torture for me to hold it in.

That day, my client was asking me why his crush has no interest in him and wanted to know if he is not good looking. He pointedly asked me to rate his looks.

Now as a person, he doesn't look too bad but unfortunately, before answering him, I accidently saw my own face in silver cutlery before me.

Anyone with eyes, heart, brain and soul can tell that no man on this planet can compare up to me when it comes to good looks.

It was fateful on his part to probe me for an answer and I couldn't hold back the truth.

I am not a rude person at all but I or anyone for that matter cannot deny the charm that I ooze out.

What an unlucky day that was for both of us!

"What am I going to do with you, Ned." Grandma, although worried, gave me a warm smile and patted my head affectionately.

Later that evening, I received a mail from a radio station asking me to be a guest for a two hour long show on coming Valentine's day.

Valentine's day is only two weeks away so my demand at this period of time is close to asking one small cloud to cover the whole sky.

Which is impossible!

But then again, I am not just any cloud, I have a superpower to invade my troubled fan's dreams and show them the light to good relationship.

Sometimes, I am concerned about myself!

What would the world have to go through without me? Just my thinking about it makes my heart hurt with pity.

After calmly comforting myself, I sent a confirmation about my attendance to the show just in time when a courier guy called out to get the letters.

My face produced a new kind of smile that was twenty percent more genuine than ever. I scrambled to my feet and rushed to the front door to take the letters.

Before any of my parents opened the door, I threw the door open and almost ran into the postman. If I didn't control the force of my body in right time, I would've given a demo of boys love to the world.

The postman's eyes widened so wide at my sudden rushing in that I practically saw his eyeballs covered by his extra large eye bags under his eyes.

Forget about it, I'm not in mood to pit out his eyeballs out of his eye bags. Let him do it himself later.

I noticed a large cardboard box sitting beside him. The postman looked me up and down before pushing a tablet with a stylus and showed the place where I have to sign before taking the letters.

I did not waste any time and signed after which I did not wait for his permission to take the cardboard full of letters and rushing inside my bedroom.

On the way to my room, I heard my father asking me if I was being extra crazy today because I received letters from my fans.

My mom, however, slapped my dad's shoulder and warned him not to insult me.

In my room, I found scissors and opened the seal on the box with it. Inside the box are some hundreds of letters sent by my fans as usual.

To receive hundreds of fan letters everyday is nothing unusual for me. Because I am worth writing letter for.

However, the reason I am excited about it is because of one specific letter I receive once a week from an anonymous fan.

One after the other, I threw the letters on the bed beside me if they are not from that person.

Finally after checking hundred and forty plus letters, I noticed that the hundred and forty third letter was what I was looking for.

The same fabric style envelop, the same flowery scent on it, the same cute looking heart wax seal stamp and opening it, there was the same old familiar pink letter with nice border design.

On it was the name that has been spreading warmth in my heart from past few years.

Choco Drizzle

That was what the person calls herself.

Almost dizzy with excitement, I unfolded the letter and as I opened it, familiar fragrance enveloped my me, hitting a cord in my heart.

Taking in the relaxing scent that the letter emitted, I found myself swaying a little at the bewitching spell it created.

Choco Drizzle – her letter is the only thing that ever caused a pleasant shiver in me.

She is, so far, the only one who made me wonder about her identity and made my heart skip a beat with excitement.

Choco Drizzle – even though only a pseudonym, made its name in my heart.

Who is she; I don't know.

Where is she from; I have no idea.

What she look like; I wonder as well.

However, every letter she sends me contains a spark that lights my heart.

Being a love guru, I have met many people, solved uncountable problems and have millions of fans; but if there is anything that caused my heart to go wild is letters written by Choco Drizzle.

With a wide smile, I wetted my dry lips and rubbed my eyes with excitement as I opened the letter eagerly to read it.

When the familiar neat and flowery handwriting came is seen, I can feel butterflies of excitement in my stomach.

The letter is addressed like it does every single time.

Dear Sir Cacao,...

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Next chapter is here. Enjoy!

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