Connected Cords

Chapter Eighteen

"I'm going back to the Philippines," Shit. I mumbled that sentence again under my breath. Hoping that it will sink in my head. After three years, I will come back to my homeland. Having that thought in my mind made me anxious already.

"What?! Bakit?!" Gulat na tanong ni Kenneth. Naihampas niya pa sa aking lamesa ang dalawang kamay niya.

Bumuntong hininga ako. "Greg wants us to talk personally because he said that 'this matter' is all about 'pure business' that should be settled face to face." I explained, quoting what Greg said earlier.

"Teka, bakit kailangan pang sa personal? Di ba pwedeng Skype or email? Ang daming paraan! Ano ba kasi ang problema?" Takang tanong niya. His aristocratic face was crumpled.

"Nasa divorce papers namin na akin ang mga naipon naming pera pero sa kanya ang lahat ng mga properties at establishments na nabili namin." My heart tightened at that statement. So basically, the building wasn't really mine.

"So.. that means, yung building ng Dernier Cri ay sa kanya? Kaya niya pinadedemolish? What is his reason? Naaabno na ba yang ex-husband mo?" He bombared me with questions, I couldn't even fathom what to answer first.

"Kaya nga ako babalik sa Pilipinas para malaman ang mga kasagutan sa mga tanong mo, Kenneth." Ang tanging naisagot ko na lamang.

"Eh pero bakit naman may mga pulis na na nagpunta roon at binigyan sila ng palugit para makapagligpit? 'Di ba dapat ay may pahintulot mo 'yun?" Tanong niyang muli.

I massaged my temple, getting annoyed because I remembered that Creed didn't mention it to me, kaya umabot pa sa ganito. He has no right to do that. He has no right to answer my phone from the very first place. Even if he was my fiancé. It's called respecting each other's privacy. He could've atlest woke me up!

"Greg called." I answered Kenneth.

Bumahid ang gulat sa kanyang mukha. "Eh yun naman pala eh. So the two of you talked already? Why didn't--"

"Creed was the one who answered that call." I said before he could even finish what he was saying.

"What?! You mean to say, Creed was the one who talked to Greg and did not even tell you a single thing about it?" He asked, surprised just like how I expected him to be.

"Precisely," I muttered, a bubble of eagerness to talk to Creed was kicking in my gut. I needed to freaking talk to him. Naiinis ako sa ginawa niya, my building was at stake here.

"Why would he do that? Nababaliw na ba siya? Importante yun! Don't tell me, nagseselos siya eh ikakasal na nga kayong dalawa! Kaya siguro kating-kati na yun na maitali ka sa kanya." Naiiling na sabi ni Kenneth.

"Watch your words Kenneth. I will talk to him once we got home." I warned. He was getting below the belt there.

"Sorry not sorry," He shrugged before standing up proudly and sashayed away towards his desk.

I just rolled my eyes at him even if he didn't see me and threw him a dirty finger before getting back to my work.

The day ended still with random questions in my head, demanding to be answered. So when the clock hits 7, Kenneth and I hurriedly packed up and eagerly went out of the office together.

Our apartment was a few blocks away so we just usually walk. Besides, I never get tired of watching the wonderful streets in Paris. Everything about the place was just so entrancing.

Cold winter air nipped at my face once we got outside. The cold temperature was slowly seeping through the thick layer of fabrics that I was wearing. A shirt, a pearl pink sweater, and a long charcoal gray coat.