Melancholic Tears Of Tear (PGS #3)

Chapter 15

I slowly opened my eyes when I heard a loud ringing that woke me up from a deep slumber. I groaned and reached for my alarm clock on the bedside table like I usually do every morning, but my forehead instantly creased when I realized that there was no table on that side of the bed.

"What the fuck?" I mumbled when I roamed my eyes around the room and realized that it was not mine.

Sinubukan kong umupo pero agad din akong bumalik sa pagkakahiga at sinapo ang ulo dahil sa sobrang sakit. Fucking hangover! Did I drink too much last night?

Hinawi ko ang kumot saka pilit na tumayo at parang nakalimutan ko bigla na sumasakit ang ulo ko nang makitang ibang damit na ang suot ko. I was already wearing an oversized black cotton shirt.

Fuck! What happened last night?

Agad na pinakiramdaman ko ang sarili at nakahinga ng maluwag nang wala namang naramdamang kakaiba. Pero hindi pa rin naalis sa isip ko ang katanungan tungkol sa nakaraang gabi.

Why am I in Dash's room?

Nahagip ng tingin ko ang isang baso ng tubig sa bedside table na nasa kabilang side ng kama. My ringing phone was also there. Agad ko 'yong nilapitan habang sapo ko ang sumasakit na ulo. When I switched off the alarm, I noticed that there was an advil beside the glass of water and a post it note that has 'drink this when you wake up' scribbled on it. Nang mainom ko ang gamot ay pumasok ako sa banyo para maghilamos at magmumog.

Malinis na ang mukha ko at wala na 'kong make up nang tingnan ko ang sarili sa salamin kaya hindi ako natagalang ayusin ang sarili ko. Nang matapos ay kaagad akong lumabas ng kwarto ni Dash para hanapin siya.

I found him in the living room, sitting in a couch with a thick book on his hand. He looked shining in the morning in his white sweatshirt and a pair of black sweatpants. He was also wearing his reading glasses and damn, he looked like a sexy nerd!

Marahil ay naramdaman niya ang titig ko kaya napalingon siya sa 'kin. His lips stretched into a smile when his eyes landed on me. And I stilled when I felt my heart throbbed.

"Good morning," he muttered. He removed his reading glasses and placed it on the table together with the book he was reading, then he walked towards me. Tumigil lang siya nang nasa harap ko na siya saka nakapamulsa akong tinitigan. "Did you drink the medicine?"

I silently nodded at him, still baffled as to why I ended up in his condo.

"Masakit pa ba ang ulo mo?"

"Medyo."

He frowned and took a quick glance at the clock hanging on the wall. "It's already 10. Let's have some brunch, then I'll make you a cup of chamomile tea for your hangover."

"How did I end up here?" Hindi ko napigilan ang magtanong.

He scoffed and his eyes were mocking me. "You should ask that to yourself. You were so confident when you said that you don't get drunk but then you passed out, last night."

Nanlaki ang mga mata ko sa sinabi niya. "What?"

"You even vomited," he chuckled, amused by my reaction. "Good thing we were already here when you said that you felt like throwing up."

My lips parted in disbelief. Dang! How could I embarrass myself like that?

"Uhm," I hesitated on whether to ask or not but for the sake of my peace of mind, I asked anyway. "Did something happen last night? Why am I in your shirt?"

His lips parted at my question. He then looked away before answering, "Nasukaan mo ang damit mo. I had no choice but to change your dress."

I bit my lower lip to stifle a laugh when I saw his ear turned red. But I wasn't able to stop myself from teasing him.