Fit the Puzzle (Azcona Cousins #3)

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Chapter 31

Instead of getting a much needed rest, my head spun as I roamed my gaze around my unit. My place is a mess. Bihira akong maglinis dahil tamad ako pero 'pag dayoff ko naman, talagang nilalaan ko ang buong oras ko para mag-imis ng kalat.

The clash inside my stomach continues. My grip on the broom was so firm that it could break any moment. I swept off the falling hair strands on the floor and tossed it in the bin. 'Yong mga dokumento na madalas kong basahin ay tinabi ko muna. I stacked them in categories. And when I faced the quaint vanity mirror which I hung last week on the wall, I noticed that I also look like a mess.

Magulo ang kulot kong buhok. It can shelter a crow! My makeup vanished but still made my whole visage appear like a shit.

Wala naman dapat akong pakialam kung ako lang ang makakakita... pero hindi!

I have a visitor... and it's Brent Iverson Azcona that I haven't seen for years! Wait, I see him once in a while but that does not mean we are fine that way. I can honestly feel the awkwardness whenever we bump into each other.

I prevented myself from pondering too much as to how he discovered my place. I just thought of my brother, he surely did mention me to Iverson.

Niligon ko naman ngayon ang kama ko. A frown quickly wrecked some of the thoughts that I've been thinking since I started panicking at my visitor's arrival.

Hold on... how should I address him?

Hi, doc?

Warmth came rushing to my cheeks.

"Croozian, tidy your bed first before thinking of him!" saway ko sa sarili.

The blanket fold that I made was uneven and because I was far from being delighted, I capped off the linen spray that I really don't want to use, ang mahal kasi dapat itatabi ko lang. After doing a quick and not-so-neat cleaning, I headed to the vanity mirror again. Mabilis kong sinuklay ang buhok ko at buti na lang... nasanay akong itabi ang pabango ko sa maliit na table na binili ni Kyla para sa'kin.

I stared at my reflection. Pale but not lifeless.

With a booming heart inside my rib cage, I uncomfortably sat on my couch. Masakit pa rin ang tiyan ko at lalong nanghina sa paggalaw ko kanina. My sight is getting seriously hazy. I feel like the nerve in my brain would burst because of the throbbing pain.

I once again faced the sink, felt hopeless and lethargic and was thinking that Iverson would not show up because he's tired too.

Pinikit ko na lang ang mga mata ko at 'di na umalis ng bathroom. I'm too scared to throw up on the floor.

Soft knocks reverberated in my ears. "Croozian... I'm here."

Pinipigilan kong bumagsak ang mga talukap ko nang sinubukan kong tumayo para pagbuksan siya ng pinto. I feel at ease just hearing his calm voice.

"Thanks for coming..." doc. "Pasok ka," aya ko.

Sa mumunting sandaling 'yon, parang naging maliit ang unit ko para sa'ming dalawa. He's tall and has a mature physique, not fit for a small pad. Iniwas ko agad ang tingin ko nang marahan niyang ginalugad ng tingin ang mga gamit ko at ang mga kinain kong pagkain.

He breathed, enough for me to hear it although I distanced myself from him.

I immediately felt him hiding his fatigue with a small smile. May dala siyang medicine kit, phone, at wallet. 'Yon lang ang dala niya.

Paniguradong babalik pa siya ng ospital.

"Where will I sit?"

I gulped. "Sorry, there's almost little to no space here. Uh... dito na lang... doc," tinuro ko ang two-seater kong table. I glanced at his direction when I noticed that he did not move.