Getting His Attention (Completed)

Chapter 50

A/N: Almost done. Five chapters remaining plus epilogue...

[Now Playing: The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Script]

GHA Chapter 50

I didn't know how long we stayed together crying our hearts out after I snapped myself to stop letting my emotions take over me.

"Where are you going? Ihahatid kita pauwi." Cyron captured my right wrist with his firm hand, then released it shortly after I stopped walking away and noticed his hold.

"I'll book a cab and commute."

"No. You're going to ride in my car and let me drive you home," he insisted, intently watching me while getting his car key on his pants, as if I'd run away or vanish into thin air.

"Sa Areniego ka pa nauwi, 'di ba. Gabi na. Kaya ko rin naman umuwi."

"Sa condo ako ngayon. Malapit lang dito," ayaw patinag niyang sagot. "And, remember. Your father asked me to drive you to your house, and I assured him. I can't afford to lose his trust."

I pursed my lips.

Si Cyron nga pala itong kausap ko. A stickler for vows. He always fulfilled his promises and hated those promise-breakers.

Sumunod na lang ako sa sasakyan niya at hinayaan na pagbuksan niya ako ng pinto. For a split second, natigilan ako. His familiar manly scent welcomed me, and it lingered in my nose as I got inside his car.

Mabilis kong pinasadahan ng tingin ang loob ng kotse at pinilig na ang ulo sa bintana nang pumasok na si Cyron at binuhay ang engine.

He's really neat when it comes to his stuff. Malinis tignan ang loob ng kotse niya at halatang well-maintained. No wonder. From a man who used to commute and walk back and forth, he really knew how to value things he had worked and earned for.

The whole ride I remained silent. Sa bintana lang talaga ang tingin ko. Ramdam ko 'yung bigat ng atmosphere dito at maging si Cyron din siguro dahil nakuha niya nang paandarin ang radyo ng kotse at nagpatugtog.

The song wasn't helping to ease the intense awkwardness at all. Parang nananadya at sumakto 'yung kanta... sa kaniya, sa sitwasyon namin.

Cyron also stayed silent, maliban na lang 'pag itatanong niya kung tama ba 'yung direksyon namin at kapag nasagot ko na, awkward silence would engulf us again. Malamig naman dito dahil sa aircon, ngunit pakiramdam ko kinakapos ako ng hangin.

His mere presence was too much for me to bear. And to think na mabigat ang pag-uusap namin kanina at galing sa iyakan... this is a really difficult situation to endure for a few minutes that seems like an hour-long torment already.

"I can't open the door," I said, demanding him to let me step outside now because I knew he'd purposely locked it even before he stopped the car in front of our gate.

"Mag-uusap pa rin tayo, 'di ba?"

Naninimbang ang kaniyang tingin nang lingunin ko siya.

"You as Engineer Alfante, and me as anak ng kliyente... yeah. Possibly."

He pursed his lips. "We have our own personal business to talk about. Bukod 'yon."

"Our business has ended," I replied in monotone voice. Halata na ang pagod sa akin.

"There is little to no chance of moving on. You probably know that already, Jillian." He stared at me. Those brown orbs were really expressive. It could unconsciously reveal his soul.

Madali obserbahan ang emosyon niya, subalit mahirap naman basahin ang mga iniisip niya.

"I don't want us to be strangers with memories," mariin niyang saad bago binuksan ang pinto ng sasakyan. "I'm serious... and don't say goodbye. Magkikita pa rin tayo."