I slowly open my eyes when the sunlight touches the skin of my face across the window. It's still freezing outside but the morning sun made me smile, rousing from the bed, I realized that me and my boyfriend slept together last night.
In a complete trepidation, I feel myself if something happened last night. A deep sigh of relief after I figured out that my muliebrity is still there. V card is important to every woman, but in some circumstances and situation, some men forces them to give it up, and some women willfully surrendering it. No matter what happen, no matter what the world we live in, women will always be a women and no proceedings can change that.
Funny how defensive I am with my boyfriend but completely defenceless to his mother before.
I've always been cautious when I'm with Luis, we're together for about five years but I just couldn't shake it off. I thought that sex is not the only intimate thing in our relationship, believing about marriage first before anything else.
I took my engagement ring that sitting in the bedside table and wore it. A warm lips kiss my cheek that made me jolted a little. It was Luis, being topless only wearing his boxer.
"Morning," says my boyfriend before jumping off the bed and proceed to the comfort room, leaving me alone.
My eyes wandered the four wall of the bedroom, it was his room when he was still young. My feet brought me to the wooden ledge with his pictures on it.
I was right..he was the boy I've seen in her glass divider eight years ago. Luis never showed me his pictures when he was still youth. I sigh and took a seat in the square chair waiting for him to come out, softly brushing my bare feet to the plumy carpet.
"Babe, are you done there?" I shouted a little as I noticed that he's been inside for about minutes now.
"Not yet," I heard him say, "why?" he asked.
"Nothing, will use the cr after you," I vaguely said and walk through the window to ease myself from peeing.
"Why don't you look for other rooms for comfort room? I suggest." I frowned knowing how big his parents house is, and I'm afraid I'll see his mother and do the things that I will regret later.
"No, it's fine. I'm good," I said, turning my attention outside the window. A black luxurious car that I think own by one of Luis parents just drove away from where it is parked. Was it her?
A sudden headache made my skull throbbed, hangover from last night's party with their huge sala, dancing with an old rock music, and drinks in our hands. I still can remember the stare of that woman the moment when her husband took me to dance with him, but after that, she was the one who asked me to dance with her and the two gentlemen seemed not bother about us.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance when Luis seems to like the ambiance of the comfort room while I couldn't take my bladder to erupt anymore.
"Babe!" I slightly banged the door. What is he doing? The heck.
"I told you to look for the other comfort room," he said, making me groan and stamp my feet like a kid.
"Are you doing a Bible study there?" I asked in a complete asphyxiation but he only replied with a chuckle. This jerk.
No other choice, I slightly run through the door and stop in the middle of the hallway when I saw a four close doors. Do I have to experience this? Even choosing to these freaking close doors made me feel like at a loss.
I leaned my ear like a fool to every door and listened if there is someone's there, a silk fabric of my long sleepwear brushing through the varnished flooring.
"This one," I whispered when I heard nothing strange at the other side of a last room.
In an instant, I opened it and went to the cr's door without wandering my eyes who's the owner of this very pleasant bedroom.
"Goodness!" I exclaimed when I saw her wearing her black flimsy robe, she looked at me with her calmness but I abruptly shut the door. Fuck. Does the world loves to surprise me with this woman's ethereal comeliness?
"I'm sorry- I didn't mean to invade-" I couldn't finish my words as I panted with my back on the door while holding the doorknob, apologizing how reckless I was for entering without anyone's consent. Well, I'll kill Luis for suggesting this to happen.
I cursed multiple times in my head, wanting the ground to eat me and dissapeared carrying this humiliation that made me want to die.
The door opened causing me to stumble a little but composed myself after.
"It's okay, are you gonna use the comfort room?" She asked calmly, I slowly nodded when I can feel how my bladder will explode any time soon if I didn't let this out.
"Y-heah," I stuttered and bowed my head.
"Go ahead," she smiled and gestured me to go inside.
I immediately went inside without looking at her, resting my back at the door and took a deep breath before deciding to do my business.
As soon as I finished, I checked myself in the mirror but I only noticed how neat her place is. I traced the marble ledge with my fingers until my hand gently took the bottle of shampoo she'd use, and stupidly smelled it. My eyes involuntary close, sensing how attractive the scent is.
Before I could do anything more stupid, I went to the door and carefully opened it.
"Are you done?" she delicately asked and rose from the bed to where she was sitting, I nodded in response.
"I'm sorry again, your son told me to-" I didn't continue my words when she cut me off.
"It's okay, I don't mind," she assured. I tried my best not to wander my eyes to her exposed skin, but somehow hate it when I couldn't resist myself not to glance in her toned chest.
"I'll go a-ahead, Luis is waiting for me," I took five steps when she called me.
"Ariella," I didn't turned around but I could feel her footsteps walking closer to me.
"Stay still," she commanded as she put her hand in my lower back while the other of her hand zip the zipper of my silk sleepwear.
"Thanks," I muttered, " I should go." I said without looking at her and left her behind.
My body loosened the moment my feet step out to her room. I went back to Luis bedroom and saw him busy with his phone, he looked at me but I just throw him a sharp stare.
"What?" He chuckled, I strode toward him and punch his arm lightly for putting me to the situation he doesn't even know.
"I hate you," I rolled my eyes, " I love you too," he replied causing me to blush.
"I'll just take a shower, you wanna come?" he playfully raised his both eyebrows.
"Nah," I clicked my tongue and crossed my arms, "go ahead and I will help the maids to prepare for breakfast," I said.
"Alright, have fun cooking, babe," he said and kissed my lips and went to the bathroom.
I changed my clothes first before deciding to go downstairs. The peacefulness of the house made me think that no one in the house. I went to the kitcken only to see the woman busy cutting vegetables wearing his blue denim top with her signature trouser. I watched how she adjusted the frame of her eye-glasses and puckered her lips when she opened the stove.
It was late for me to realized that she caught me off guard staring at her, "morning!"
"Good morning," she greeted back and went back from cutting the ingredients.
"Want some help?" I asked, resting my elbows to the table.
"If you want, why not?" She said smiling and gestured her hand to the onions in the tray. I stood up and went to her side as I started to cut it with sharp kitchen knife.
An uncomfortable silence crept in causing me to cut the onion's faster.
"Slow it down, you might cut-" she didn't continue her words when she saw the blood dripping in my thumb that alarmed me.
"Ah.."I whimpered, letting go of the knife, "I told you to slow down,"firmly says the woman.
"Let me," she said. Without any words, she took my hand and took a paper tissue to wipe the blood, standing the crook of my knees.
"No, no." I protested but she held my hand tightly. I could feel her warm hand against mine. That memory of her and me with same situation like this. The sore of the wound and the strange feeling made me smile but at the same time made me frown.
"Kukunin ko lang 'yung first aid kit," she said, using her cute tagalog accent.
I watch how she tiptoed to reach the cupboard and took the small transparent box with its first remedy. She stood up in front of me, taking my hand and clean the wound first before putting a bandage on it.
"Be careful next time, wala namang naghahabol sa'yo," she said, bringing back the box to the cupboard and continue with her business.
"Sorry," I whispered, she just nodded.
I took the tray of eggs and beat them with fork, putting the bowl under the mixer. I lowly grunted when I hardly make it work, looking like a illiterate person.
"Just pressed the button here and that's it," says the woman wrapping her arm around my back to reach the button. I panicked silently, my gayness couldn't just hide when she's around me and I feel sorry to Luis for that. This woman never fails to make me fold in any ways.
"Thank goodness," I whispered in relief.
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To be continued...