The Love That Destroyed Us

CHAPTER 11

"What are you thinking?"

I was interrupted by Yohan's voice. I stared at him. Iginala ko ang paningin sa paligid. I'm sure it's a VIP room.

"Don't think about the bills. I've taken care of it," sabi niya na parang nababasa niya ang isip ko.

I frowned. He really took care of me for two days, huh? Hindi naman niya ako responsibilidad. I'm afraid that I'm wasting his time.

"Tahimik mo," he commented.

"Ingay mo."

"Sungit."

I rolled my eyes. It's just I really couldn't find the right words to say? Why was it so hard for me to say the word 'thank you?'

* * *

"Welcome back ,attorney!"

Napatalon ako sa gulat nang pagbukas ko ng ilaw sa lawfirm ay sumalubong sa akin ang mga kaunting empleyado.

Kaya pala. Kanina pa nakakunot ang noo ko, nagtataka kung bakit walang ilaw pagpasok ko.

I finally returned after two weeks of resting and here they are, welcoming me. I shook my head, smiling. May confetti pa sila at may kaunting handaan. Really. Hindi naman nila kailangang gawin 'to.

"Thank you," I thanked them again for the second time as we were happily eating the foods they prepared.

"Walang anuman, attorney. Masaya kaming nakabalik ka," my intern smiled as he put spaghetti on my plate.

Nang matapos kaming kumain ay nagpresenta silang sila na ang maglinis. I just let them do what they want and started to do my work.

Ang dami ko pang kailangang asikasuhin.

"Attorney, may naghahanap sa'yo."

I cocked my head to the side.

"Sino?" I asked my secretary.

She blushed. She cleared her throat before she spoke.

"Si Engineer Arellano, nasa labas. Puntahan niyo raw," aniya.

Kumunot ang noo ko. Hindi naman siya nagtext ah?

I got my bag and went out. Ngumiti ako sa guard bago hanapin ng aking mata kung nasaan na si Yohan.

Agad na nagtagpo ang aming mga mata. He was wearing a simple white shirt, paired with a cargo pant, which seems new to me dahil palagi siyang naka formal. His hands were on his pocket while leaning on his mercedes benz.. and he looks..damn hot.

Iwinaksi ko ang nasa isipan at naglakad palapit sa kaniya. I took off my sunglasses and arched my brow.

"Can I kidnap you?" he asked, grinning.

I rolled my eyes as I went inside his car. Umupo ako sa shotgun seat at umupo naman siya sa driver's seat. Ang laki ng ngiti niya. Parang tanga lang.

"Saan tayo?" Hindi ko napigilang magtanong dahil ilang minuto na siyang nagmamaneho, at hindi ko alam kung saan ba kami pupunta.

"You'll see.."

My eyes roamed around the place. Hindi maitago ang pagkislap ng aking mga mata habang nakatingin sa iba't ibang paintings sa paligid.

He brought me to an art museum. Hindi ko inakalang dito niya ako dadalhin.

He was silently watching me as I took my time to praise the art works. Nakasunod lang siya sa akin na parang tuta.

Ang ganda. I'm not really good at painting but there's something about art. It makes me calm.

Nag-ikot ikot pa kami at nang mapagod ako ay nagpasya kaming umalis. We spent one hour there. He even offered to take pictures of me but I declined. I was never fond of taking pictures.

I smiled when I got inside his car. Watching those art works really made me calm.

"You're smiling.." he commented.

Agad nawala ang ngiti sa aking labi. Mahina siyang tumawa.

"What?" I asked when he remained staring at me.

Our eye locked together. We stared at each other until our stares became intense.

I cleared my throat and looked away. Hindi ko kinaya ang intensidad ng mga mata niya.

"Iris.." malambing na tawag niya sa pangalan ko.

I never understood why I liked him calling my name.

"Iris.." muling tawag niya nang hindi ako tumingin sa kaniya. It's just that I'm scared.

Natatakot ako na kapag titigan ko ang mga mata niya..tuluyan na akong bumigay.

"What?"

"Can I keep seeing you?" he asked, getting hopeful.

I remained staring at him. Nalulunod na naman ako sa mga mata niya.

"I know I told you I'll see you until the house is over.." his finger comb his hair.

"I know I'm being selfish, but can I keep seeing you?" he asked using his soft voice. "Can I keep being selfish baby?"

Wala na.

Damn you, Arellano.