His Forbidden Obsession

Chapter 3: Non avete idea

Martina Vlanca

The word 'hate' won't even cover whatever I am feeling right now towards Docmonyo. Rather every pore in my body is seething with resentment for him. Not just because he practically called me 'tanga.' But also because moments after he called me that, nag-proceed siya na utus-utusan ako buong duty ko, from admitting patients, delivering samples to labs and fetching them, habang nagsha-shadow lang sa kanya ang dalawang magaling na kasama kong mga med student, ugh!

I am downright frustrated with him, and at the same time, I officially hate him.

And by the way, hindi lang ako med student, dahil apparently ngayong tapos na ang twenty-four hour kong duty ay assistant na niya ako dahi inutusan niya naman akong bumili ng kanyang kape mula sa kalapit na coffe shop. Believe me, it took all my willpower to not put poison in his stupid black coffee. For legal reasons, that was a joke.

Despite my fatigue and bad mood, I still do my best to smile at anyone I pass by here in the bright and white hallway. Napadaing naman ako sandali nang makalimutan ko na, kung nasaan ang Docmonyo ngayon, kaya naman binunot ko ang aking cellphone mula sa bulsa ng scrubs ko.

I rolled my eyes when I read the message he had sent me twenty minutes ago. "Fetch me coffee and bring it to the on-call room 3B, on the second floor."

Dito sa GSMH ay may tatlong klase ng on-call rooms. Para sa mga med students, Resident doctors, at Attending doctors. Nasa third floor ang sa amin, samantalang nasa second floor ang para sa residents at attendings. May pangmaramihan—like sa isang kuwarto ay may ilang double deck at mayroon din na para sa isang tao lang. I am guessing ay doon lang sa pangisahan si Docmonyo dahil from what I can see, he doesn't like people.

And when I got to the second floor, I was right. Nasa rows ng pang-isahang mga kuwarto ang sinabi niyang room number. I sighed heavily as I stopped in front of the door.

"Vlanca, bawal mo siyang sapakin, okay?" I pep-talked to myself before I knocked twice on the door. Hindi nagtagal ay narinig ko ang pag-turn ng doorknob at ng kanyang mababa at . . . surprisingly hindi malamig na tinig. It was warm and glad even. Wala sa loob na napahaplos ako sa likod ng aking batok dahil tumindig ang balahibo ko doon.

Luh, kinikilabutan siguro ako dahil hindi ako makapaniwala na may warmthness ngayon sa boses ni Docmonyo. Diyos ko, baka hallucination ko lang 'to sa pagod at puyat. Ngunit nang tuluyan nang umawang ang pinto ay doon ko napagtanto na hindi 'yon hallucination. He was now standing in front of me, pressing a sleek black phone against his ear.

"Eu irei para casa assim que minha agenda melhorar," he said to the phone but his cold ocean-like eyes were now on me. Was he speaking Portuguese?

Hindi ko na iyon napagisipan pa dahil automatic na bumaba ang mga mata ko. That moment, I just wished I shouldn't have dahil bukas ang ilang butones ng kanyang gray na dress shirt. Gulo-gulo pa iyon, mukhang kakapalit lang niya.

Napalunok ako nang makita ko ang kanyang nakalabas na matipuno at bahagyang mabalahibo na dibdib. His two upper abdominal muscles were also visible and that made me swallow again. Diyos ko, Vlanca. You cannot drool over him just because you saw his sculpted-like body! We hate him. Period.

I swallowed for the third time and quickly switched my gaze back to his face when I finally gathered myself.

"Sim Sinto sua falta também," narinig ko pang sabi niya, which I completely did not understand. I met his glacial eyes it was blank, but his tone is nowhere near emotionless.

How can he do that? It also makes me wonder kung sino ang kausap niya they must be someone special to him since he sounded so friendly.

Akala ko ay iha-hang-up na niya ang tawag subalit walang imik lamang niyang kinuha ang kape mula sa kamay ko at walang galang na sinara ang pintuan sa mukha ko. I grinded my molars in annoyance.