Sleeping With My Professor (B×B) [Completed]

CHAPTER 40

The moment I felt the heat of the sun touches my skin, I flinch. Unti-unti kong binuka ang mata ko at pinakiramdaman ang sarili. Where am I? What happened?

I held into my head and massage it. Bakit parang binibiyak ito? Masyado itong masakit kaya mas pinili ko nalang tumihaya at ipikit ang mata. I rested my hand on top of my eyes to avoid the bright light of the sun.

“Sleep with me, Professor.”

I immediately opened my eyes as some words whispered into my ear. What was that?

Maybe just a random thought. A naughty one. Bigla tuloy akong kinilabutan. The words feel like they are sins waiting to be committed. The voice mumbling in my head is familiar. It somehow resembles….mine? How come?

Eh? Why would I say it in the first place?

I rested my mind and calm it. Masyado na yata akong stress sa trabaho kaya kung ano ano nalang ang naiisip ko. I shouldn’t be thinking those things. Tsaka, bakit professor ang binubulong no’n sa utak ko? I suddenly remember that man. Tsk. Ang aga-aga, sakit sa ulo!

"Your lips are calling me to taste them, hihi.”

Just as I force myself to forget it, another voice roared inside my head. What the hell!? This time, it was much clearer. And to my surprise,  it was my own voice saying it. Ano bang nangyayari? Am I being delusional?

I should rest and detoxify. Naapektuhan na ang utak ko. I am starting to imagine things.

I erased that random silly thought. I removed my hand on top of my eyes, still they are close. Aabutin ko na sana ang cellphone ko sa bedside table ng wala akong makapa roon na lamesa.

Ha? Sa right side ng kwarto ko nakalagay ang lamesa, ah? Bakit wala akong makapa?

I slowly opened my eyes. At mas lalo lang sumakit ang ulo nang mapagtanto na wala ako sa sarili kong kwarto.

Where am I? This room is so familiar to me. Nanggaling na ba ako rito noon?

I think and think of what happened and how the hell I ended up here. But every time I tried, my head hurts big time.

Nalasing ba ako kagabi?

Lumingon ako sa gilid ko at nakita roon ang lamesa. Huh? Nasaan ba ako? Am I kidnapped? Kung na kidnapped naman ako, dapat may busal at tali ako. I had to shook my head to dismissed another crazy thought. Nababaliw na nga siguro ako.

Lumapit ako sa lamesa at nakita roon ang pamilyar na picture frame. I squinted my eyes to see it visibly.

My mouth gradually opens itself slowly forming an O. In the frame, is Mr. Alfonso.

What the fucking hell! Bakit ako nandito? Bakit nasa picture frame s’ya?

And like a flash of light, I recall why this room looks veryy familiar. Nandito ako sa kwarto n’ya! This is the same room that I entered almost a decade ago. Noong nagkasakit s’ya where I had to take care of him.

Nandito ako sa bahay ni Mr. Alfonso.

But, the question is, why?

Pinokpok ko ang ulo ko trying to remember the reasons behund it. Sa kakapokpok ko ay napatingin ako sa sariling damit nansuot. I rummage my mind finding ideas as to why I am not wearing my shirt.  I am pretty sure this is not mine. What the hell!!

Mas lalong gumulo amg isipan ko sa lahat ng nangyayari. Fuck it!

“Think, Win! Think. How did you end up here?” Bulong ko sa sarili ko. Hinila hila ko ang buhok ko para sana ma trigger ang utak ko na maka-alala. This is bad. Really, really bad!