Chapter 4
Han
"How is it?" I gestured an approved sign with my hand as I happily eat the chocolate cupcake we baked. I don't know why she keeps saying that she might burn the whole kitchen while we were baking earlier.
"It's super good, eomma!" she blew a loud sigh then grin.
"Yeokshi! I just need a daughter like you to help me out so that I can bake something yummy!" I knew it!
"It's just that you have practiced it a lot before, eomma, that's why you have perfected it now."
Pinigilan ko ang sariling mapairap sa lalaking nakaupo sa silya dito sa kusina. He looks bored as he slouched on his seat. Nakalapat ang siko niya sa lamesa at nakapatong ang baba sa kaliwang kamay habang pinapanood kaming dalawa ng kaniyang ina.
"It can be that, but I don't think it will be as perfect as this if Azra didn't help me." She said and smiled at me with eyes full of love. I equaled it with my own mother on my mind. Kumusta na kaya siya? I silently regretted how bratty I was that I didn't experience moments like this with her.
From Mrs. Lee, I diverted my gaze to her son. I just wish that he won't feel the same regret that I am feeling right now—regret of the lost time that won't ever go back. Regret of not showing his love for his parents properly.
But I am still lucky that I realized it, although late. I cannot turn back the time but I promised that after my contract here, I will try to be good for Mama and will take care of her as I should.
"Hey!" I was feeding the cats on their room when I heard that annoying baritone voice. I sighed.
"What?" I calmly asked despite being already pissed inside. Hinarap ko ang direksyon niya at laking gulat ko nang bigla niyang hinagis ang isang itim na hoodie at denim pants. I was shocked but I was also fast to catch it.
"I'll wear that tomorrow so I need you to wash it. Now." The demand on his voice is dripping like an acid. His eyebrows furrowed.
I equaled his dark stare but decided to not fight back. It is useless, besides, he's also my boss.
"Okay." Nagmartsa ako papunta sa pintuan kung nasaan siya.
Palabas na sana ako nang hawakan niya ang braso ko. I looked back at him and saw him looking at his clothes on my left hand. For a second, I thought he will get his clothes back but then he just pushed me away lightly.
"Do it fast."
Nakakunot ang noong iniwan ko siya roon. He's... weird.
Lumipas ang isang linggo na ganoon ang trato ni Minho sa akin. He would always ask me to do things for him—clean his room, wash his clothes, and even re-organized the books in the bookshelf in his room! He doesn't even read those, sabi ni eomma.
Speaking of her, I saw her entering the garden carrying a tray with brownies that we baked earlier and two cups of tea.
Sa isang linggong pagtawag ko sa kaniya ng eomma ay nasanay na lang din ako roon.
"Eomma." Pinatay ko ang hawak na hose at binitawan iyon bago siya sinalubong. Inagaw ko sa kaniya ang tray at ako na ang naglagay noon sa pabilog na lamesa rito sa garden.
She seems fond of baking nowadays.
"Let's eat." Anyaya niya.
She sat on the rattan chair with a minimalist design. I sat on the chair across her. I softly thanked her for the food.
She sipped on her cup and sighed heavily after. I watched her as she put it down and lovingly gaze at me. Pinatong niya ang malambot na kamay sa kamay kong nasa ibabaw ng lamesa.
