Pyrmont Crown

Chapter 13

"HEY, CAN we talk?"

Nilingon ni Dessert si Pyr na nasa bukana ng laundry area. Mukhang kadarating lang nito galing trabaho dahil suot pa nito ang suit nito.

"Tungkol saan?" Sinara niya ang washing machine saka ito hinarap.

Pumasok ito at sinipat ang ginagawa niya saka siya binalingan.

"You don't need to bother doing laundry, you know. The housekeeper that comes here every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday does the laundry," anito.

Dessert sighed. 'Pag mayaman talaga at wala nang oras sa gawaing bahay talagang iaasa lahat sa housekeeper. Sabagay, mga lalaki lahat ang nakatira bahay ni Pyr at puro mga busy. Hindi na siya magtataka kung ni isa sa pito ay walang marunong mag-start ng washing machine.

"Alam ko. Pero ayaw kong iasa pa sa kanila kung kaya ko naman at may oras ako."

Naupo siya sa isang sofa na naroon saka ito tiningnan.

"Ano'ng gusto mong pag-usapan?" Please lang 'wag ang nakaraan, tahimik niyang dagdag.

Wala siyang balak ungkatin ang nangyari limang taon na ang nakakaraan. Maliban na lang kung wala siyang pagpipilian at gusto ng isang 'to ng away.

Agad na nagsalubong ang kilay ni Dessert nang tumabi ito sa kanya. Halos magkadikit na ang mga braso nila.

"Pyr, ang haba nitong sofa—"

"And tomorrow, I will throw this one and purchase a short one so you don't have to fuss about me sitting beside you," he hissed.

Pumikit si Dessert saka sumagap ng hangin para mawala ang inis niya at pakalmahin ang bumibilis na tibok ng puso niya.

"Anyway, here."

May kinuha ito sa loob ng suot nitong suit coat. It's a dark emerald green envelope.

"That's a wedding invitation from my older brother Kreston and Sierra," imporma nito.

Dessert stared at the fine envelope and didn't reach for it.

"Why do I get one?" she asked.

"Because you are invited?" he answered, tone questioning with an arched brow.

"But—"

"Hon, come on. Don't tell you don't want to go because of some silly reason—"

Dessert glared. "Hindi kagagahan ang isipin na bakit ako imbitado gayong hindi ko naman sila kaano-ano."

Nag-igting ang panga nito. "You are Vegas's mom. It's just decent to invite you too," he reasoned out. "Besides, Kuya wants Vegas to be the ring bearer."

Natigilan si Dessert. "How? Vegas hasn't attended a choreography for the entrance and he has no prior experience."

"Don't worry. Even the gal pals and the lads haven't been to choreography because we were busy. We'll just tell him what to do and I'm certain he will be fine," he informed her, shrugging.

Dessert fell in silence as she thought about it.

"Come on," Pyr veered to face her, shoulder resting on the sofa. "Vegas will be sad if you will not be there. I have told him about this but his answer was that it will depend on you."

Tahimik siyang napabuntong-hininga. Of course, her son would always depend on her decision.

"Fine," she conceded and took the envelope.

Binuksan niya iyon at napangiti sa ganda at elegante ng disenyo ng invitation card. It has three sides, folded into three. The center was the invitation information and on either side was an image. With Sierra on the left side holding her fiancé's picture frame and on the right side is Pyr's brother staring at her with a playful smile.