His Forbidden Obsession

Chapter 52: Strawberries and Spoons

Martina Vlanca

"Freaking ridiculous." Bulong ko sa sarili ko matapos kong abutin ang aking bedside clock at nakita ko na alas singko na ng umaga. Napabuntong hininga ako bago ako muling humiga at tumitig sa kisame.

Naiinis ako sa sarili ko dahil sumapit ang alas singko ng umaga ay hindi pa ako nakakatulog.

I haven't slept a wink since two a.m because everytime I close my eyes all I see is how his face looked like, last night. How red and puffy his eyes were from crying.

Napalunok ako. I felt that kick of an unpleasant feeling in my chest.

I shouldn't care. Well, wala naman akong pake....I just feel like shît dahil hindi ako sanay na manakit ng ibang tao. It's not my field of expertise. If anything, that's Ezekiel's forte.

Hindi ka sanay manakit ng ibang tao o ayaw mo lang siyang nakikitang nasasaktan?

I gritted my teeth. I hate my subconcious.

I mean, why should I feel guilty or why should I even feel like shît for making him cry? And yes, I am aware that I sound like a complete åsshole right now but It's not my fault that he's hurt that I am 'getting' a dîck. We're not in a relationship anymore. I am not responsible for his feelings anymore... I can do whatever I want.

And unfortunately, calling him while I am in the middle of 'having séx' is not one of them.

I don't want to pull that kind of thing again. I just hope that he takes the message that I don't want anything to do with him anymore.

So, yeah, I cannot sleep properly because I am not used to hurting other people, not because I still care for him or I still love him. That is ridiculous.

With a sigh, I stood up from my king sized bed. Inayos ko muna ang aking puting makapal na duvet at ang mga brown na mga unan, bago ko inipon ang aking gulo-gulong buhok sa aking kamay at inipit iyon gamit ang aking itim na hair clamp na kinuha ko mula sa aking bedside table. May iilang hibla ng buhok na naiwan sa gilid ng aking mukha, subalit hindi ko na iyon pinansin. Naglakad na ako patungo sa aking simpleng study table sa kanang bahagi ng kwarto. I softly snatched my two-hundred thirty dollar soft grey silk kimono robe. I wore it over my black nighties, bago ko kinuha ang aking laptop mula sa aking table.

Hindi naman na ako makatulog kaya magsusulat na lang ako ng abstracts tungkol sa cases na na-assign sa akin kahapon. As I walked out of my room, I checked the baby monitor in my other hand. Magnus was still peacefully sleeping.

I am always indoors, kaya naman imbes na sa sala o sa dining table ko gawin ang aking work ay napag-desisyonan ko na sa second-floor balcony ko na lang iyon gawin kung saan may fresh air at kita ko ang labas.

Nang makaakyat ako sa taas ay sumalubong sa akin ang parehong granite tiles at mas eleganteng chanderlier sa kisame. I passed by some of the paintings on the wall and the
wooden white doors of my siblings' room as I made my way to the frenchdoor that leads to the balcony.

Napatigil naman ako sa harap ng nakasarang mga pintuan nang mapansin kong naka-andar ang ilaw doon.

"Eighty-eight.." I can hear a man counting. I am certain that it's him.

Napalunok ako bago ako tumabi at nagtago sa makapal na kurtina sa gilid ng french door. I curiously peeked through the glass door. He's currently doing pushups near the dining table. I can hear that's he's already pushing through nineties pero parang wala lang sa kanya iyon.

When he pushed-down the muscles on his back moved and his triceps flexed when he pushed up. Bahagyang magulo ang kanyang buhok na basa ng pawis, meanwhile his hard-looking body is glistening with sweat, too.