Why Can't We

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Kursk

Sirin hesitated to leave me outside the Jekyll and Hyde Psychiatry Clinic. If I didn't scowl at her, I think she might be even late with her appointment. I ruffled my hair in annoyance. I'm so fucking ashamed of myself.

Pagkaparada kasi ng motor ni Sirin sa parking area ng clinic, nagpigil akong masuka hanggang sa pumasok na ito. Pagkapasok niya sa loob, parang baliw akong nasuka sa isang sulok. Tangina.

My head is still spinning from the motorcycle ride. Fuck. Hayop mag-drive ng motor ang babaeng 'yon! Muntik na akong tumilapon kanina nang nabitawan ko ang bewang niya sa gulat. She rode on her bike like she's one with it. Ilang beses niya itong pinatalon kahit patag naman ang daan. I can even recall how I cussed a hundred times when she decided to maneuver the vehicle to climb up several overpasses.

Hindi ko na mabilang kung ilang tao ang muntik na naming masagasaan. Well, I fucking admit that it was fun though I didn't have a single thought about how fun it is while still mounted on the big bike. I've never felt so awed and afraid at the same time.

And that fucking speed! Ang laki ng lagpas niyon sa speed limit! Pagkaalis na pagkaalis namin sa tapat ng bahay niya, her speed didn't drop below 150 kph. I fucking thought it's impossible now that I'm thinking about it. I can fucking drive fast but not as fast as she can. Natakot nga akong sasabog ang makina dahil sa bilis ng takbo ng motor.

Pinigilan ko pang huwag manginig para hindi mapahiya. Oh fuck. Does she do that everytime or is she trying to make me piss in my pants? And there's that fucking big plus that she's laughing almost the entire time.

I could still hear her loud laughter ringing in my ears. Ilang beses ko pa itong nasigawan na maghinay-hinay sa pagmamaneho dahil wala namang humahabol sa amin pero tinawanan lang niya ako na para bang nagbiro ako sa kanya. She's definitely not right in the head.

But I'm impressed by the way she drove. Every swerve of her motorcycle was so steady. In addition, we were never caught by a stop light. Ganun siya kagaling at kabilis magmaneho. Kahit kailan, hindi tumigil ang motor niya sa traffic dahil alam na alam niya ang pasikot-sikot sa mga kalye para makahanap ng magandang daan.

I think she drove her bike a thousand times already to be that good. Naisip ko tuloy na baka drag racer ito kaya pinapaprotektahan ito sa akin.

"So fucking reckless," sabi ko. Tila wala itong kinatatakutan habang nag-d-drive kanina. She even looked so free and happy.

Sumandal ako sa motor at napatingin sa nga dumadaang sasakyan, saka napatingin sa aking relo at napailing. It only took her a few minutes to reach the destination.

What a sexy reckless woman.

I whistled as I remember how my crotch accidentally grinded on her fine ass a hundred times because of the way she drove.

It was a blessing in disguise. I chuckled then shut my mouth. Fuck. There's also something wrong with my head.

I looked over my shoulder when a presence caught my attention. It was a weird-looking curly haired man that looks like he's in his late twenties. Magulo ang mahaba at kulot nitong itim na buhok. Klarong hindi pinlantsa ang gusot-gusot na suot nitong loose white long-sleeved shirt at slacks. Nakangiti ang mga mata nito habang pinapatakbo ang sinasakyang skateboard.

What was eye-catching about this man was the unknown writing tattooed vertically just below his left eye. I tried to make up words but didn't recognize what it actually was.

"It's Zaiphon," sabi nito pagkalapit at  swabeng tinapakan ang dulo ng skateboard bago ito sinalo sa kanyang kamay. "It's a not so popular font," he said with a grin. Inilahad nito ang kaliwang kamay kaya nagkasalubong ang kilay ko. "You must be an acquaintance of Ms. Velasco."