Majarlika De Luna
“A beautiful remnant of my history.”
Majarlika heard her mother’s voice inside her head causing her mind to be blank; fingers pausing from drawing another hairline of the image she’s currently sketching on her tablet, feet rotting underneath her chair, and breath hardening.
Her eyes travelled to where Grale is. He was standing meters away from her. Phone on his left ear and right hand on his waist. Nagsasalita ito habang nakakunot ang noo at ang mga mata ay seryoso. She couldn’t help but to always associate his almond eyes to thunderstorms because of the so much power and emotions hiding beneath his cold and calm clouds.
The combination of his pointed nose perfectly saluting to the sky and his rose-petaled lips both screaming perfection. Pumasok sa kanyang isipan ang mga eksena na may halikan na ginawa nito sa mga palabas at hindi niya napigilan ang kamay na maglakbay papunta sa kanyang dibdib upang kalmahin ang mga alon na nagsisimula siyang tangayin.
His prominent jaw down to his manly neck and broad shoulders, she couldn't help but to wonder how it would feel to be carried by those ironclad arms again. Alam niya; nararamdaman pa rin niya. The way Grale carried her when she was sick, and how many times he trapped her into his chest; it was exhilarating.
Kung ilang beses rin niyang kinalma ang sarili sa bawat hawak nito; it was a blazing kind of touch. Like an arrow firing directly to her chest.
“Those who don’t keep track of their history are doomed to repeat it, daughter.”
Her mother’s voice swept her mind again. She can clearly hear her voice gracing her ears. Na dahil sa paulit-ulit niya itong naririnig na sinasabi ng ina ay naging natural na ang marinig niya ito sa kanyang isip. She can even feel her mother’s thumb caressing her cheek as she hears those words.
Haunting. Exasperating. Maddening.
Ang malamyos na ihip ng hangin at pamilyar na boses na tinatawag ang pangalan niya ang nakapag pabalik sa kanyang isipan.She tilted her head up on Grale who was standing in her front with his furrowed eyebrows and curious eyes darting at her.
Tapos na pala itong makipag usap sa telepono at nakalapit na sa kanilang mesa.
Isang ngiti ang iginawad niya sa lalaki.
“What are you thinking?” He shoved his phone inside his pocket. “You were spacing out.”
Kakatapos lang nilang libutin ang buong resort at nasa Eliticia Garden sila ngayon para magpahinga. Dito nila naisipan tumambay dahil wala gaanong guest ang napapadpad dito dahil luma na at madamo na ang paligid.
Kuya Sed, head of the maintenance team, actually suggested that they would just renovate this garden so it would look more modern the same as Tatiana, the new garden on the opposite side of the resort, but she declined.
Gusto niya ang matandang istilo ng Eliticia. Madamo at may iilang matatayog na puno. May maliit rin itong gate na abot lang hanggang bewang at harang sa paligid na gawa rin sa mga halaman. Mayroon din tatlong bilog na puting spring table setting na intrikado ang disenyo at magkalayo sa isa’t isa. It’s like a portal going to fairy court and she couldn’t help but to giggle thinking about it.
Nakangiting umiling si Majarlika kay Grale. “Wala.”
“Are you sure?” Hindi ito kumbinsito.
Kaya mas nilawakan ni Majarlika ang kanyang ngiti at umayos ng upo dahil naipit niya ang sariling damit. Isang pastel yellow sweater at high waisted pleated skirt at strap sandals ang suot niya. Habang si Grale naman sa kanyang harapan ay naka itim na casual shirt at shorts.
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