Take Home a Baggage

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Part 073 (Narration)

Marchienne.

The knocking on the door persisted. I had no choice but to leave my phone open on the kitchen counter as I walked towards the front door, still wondering about the meaning of all of what Saniel had said to me. Odiador? Seriously, was he cursing me in Spanish?!

"Hello. Good morni—"

"What does Odiador mean?" bungad ko kay Silas nang buksan ko ang pintuan. His figure dressed in a white v-neck shirt hugging his body frame and black checkered pajamas greeted me. I could say he looked like a kid if only he wasn't looking so...

I gulped as I averted my eyes somewhere else. Nevermind. Hangover lang 'to.

"Wow. When did you start learning Spanish?" His eyes blinked, lips forming a tiny letter 'o'.

"A while ago," I replied, tone laced with sarcasm. I held onto the door for him to step inside. "With your brother. So, you need to help me decode his messages," I added before I handed my phone to him.

Eyebrows in furrow, he scrolled through it. Kinuha ko na ang dala-dala niyang tupperware bago tumungo sa kusina. I could feel my throat aching—actually, everything in me physically hurts. The same strain you feel after a marathon. The wine yesterday must be deadly. I was about to crouch to massage my thighs when Silas appeared behind me.

"Hater," he said, not stripping his gaze off my phone, as his back leaned against the walls of my kitchen. "That's what Odiador means. He also said... it was fun teasing you but 'anyway, enjoy your breakfast'," he finished as he handed me my phone.

I rolled my eyes. That kid. Iyon lang pala.

"So, let's finally get you breakfast."

I only gave him a lazy nod before stepping aside. Apparently, the menu for today was Asian cuisine. Maybe he figured I was missing the food back home. But I didn't get to smile nor even feel the tingling in my stomach—which I usually had.

"You're quiet."

"Just observing."

"Okay..." Silas nodded as he continued transferring the food to the glassware. Nanatili akong pinanonood siya dahil... wala akong gana umalis sa kinatatayuan ko. I didn't even know why. But Silas suddenly stepped aside, causing the skin of his arm to brush against mine.

And... it felt literally burning.

I was quick enough to step backward.

"Kiesha, you're hot," he commented as he bore his eyes on me.

I arched a brow. "I know...?"

"No, I meant literally!"

Napasinghap ako. Silas placed down all of his tupperwares before he walked towards me. My breathing hitched with the proximity as he damped a hand on my forehead.

"You're really hot."

"Don't state what's obvious—"

He eyed me. "Seryoso kasi. I'm not kidding."

My jaw dropped open. "And so am I! I'm not pertaining to anything else—which is also obvious of me by the way—but I know I'm physically and literally burning right now!" I retorted. Napairap ako bago inalis ang palad niya sa noo ko at ako na ang humawak doon. "Ikaw ang green sa atin. God. You're making my head hurt."

He rolled his eyes too. "Whatever," he murmured before walking away.

"Where are you going?"

His head turned to me while standing a few centimeters away. "Buying you necessities. I'll be back. I'll take care of you."