Ophelia (Overseas Series 1)

Kabanata 5

#OpheliaKab5

Bakit kami nakahinto sa isang... convenience store!!?

Napalinga-linga ako sa paligid. Hindi ko namalayan na nakarating na pala kami sa syudad kung saan may mga nag-iilawan ng buildings at establisyemento ang makikita. Ang naalala ko lang kasi bago ako antukin at tuluyang naka-idlip ay nasa daan pa kami na kung saan ang tanging ilaw na makikita ay ang mga poste na nasa gilid ng kalsada.

Kung nasa syudad na nga kami, ibig sabihin, hindi lalagpas sa isang oras ay nasa apartment na sana ako. Hindi ko namalayan na nakatayo na pala ako sa harapan ng sasakyan at nakatingala sa kung saan makikita ang pangalan ng convenience store. Natauhan lamang ako ng nakita kong lumabas ang lalaki bitbit ang dalawang paper cup. Dahil sa ilaw na nagmumula sa loob at dito sa labas, kitang kita kung paano umuusok ang laman ng kung anuman ang dala nya.

I took a step back. Our eyes met. My mouth slightly opened because of the realization. His brows furrowed probably confused why I looked like I was caught in the act of committing a crime. Because I really did minutes ago!

"Omaygad, omaygad, omaygad!!" I repeateadly said as I faced back and forth habang pinapaypayan ang sarili gamit ang aking mga kamay na nanginginig, nanlalambot, nanlalamig, at namamawis sa kaba, pagkapahiya, at konsyensya.

I watched him jog towards me. I watched him put the two cups, which I presume is coffee, on the hood of his car. I watched him took a step to the side as he wondered why is the passenger door open. I watched him as he... turned to me with eyes glistening with concern.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asked, brows slightly furrowed. As he scanned me, probably looking for a wound or any physical indication that something happened to me, tinago ko sa aking likod ang kamay na hindi ko namalayan ay nakahawak pa rin pala sa keychain na unfortunately ay hindi na lang basta isang accessory kundi accessory to the crime na.

"The car's not okay," nakayuko at mahina kung saad. "The windshield is hurt."

"What?"

I know this isn't a good time, but I can't help but compliment his voice again. Yung parang nakakakalma ka kahit yung puso mo sasabog na sa sobrang kaba. That's how his cold voice sounds to me, it's weirdly comforting.

I took a deep breath and decided na salubungin ang kanyang mga mata. Nakakunot na ngayon ang kanyang noo, probably weirded out of the determination my whole face is sporting right now.

"I... I did something to your car," I confessed after I showed to him that accessory.
"I didn't mean to," nakayuko kong sabi. I don't want to look at his face anymore when there was clearly a sense of annoyance on it. I think the car's special to him.

Mas lalo akong nakonsyensya. I did it with just my mind throwing these warning signals of harm and unsafeness, nothing else. I don't think it was valid enough, or my sorry will compensate for the car's worth, na alam kung hindi lang pera ang halaga para sa kanya dahil mismong ang sasakyang iyon ang mahalaga para sa kanya.

"Were you hurt?" he asked out of nowhere.

"Ha?" I replied, dumbfounded by the question he asked right after he found out I did something terrible to his expensive and very special car.

"Were you hurt when you used...that?" he repeated with emphasis to the last word as he motioned his hand to my keychain.

Umiling ako. "No."

He nodded and before finally checking his car's door, he checked me up one last time. Maybe to make sure if I was really okay? Or maybe just to assure himself that this petite woman isn't capable of hiding a knife that I'll use anytime to harm him. I may be a car attempted murderer, but I'm definitely not a chinito murderer. Baka Lukas murderer siguro, pwede pa.