Addicted Damien (Sartori #1)

Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Voice

"Flight attendants, prepare for landing please. Cabin crew, please take your seats for landing."

Waking up by the sound of the pilot's unclear yet loud voice from the plane's speaker, announcing that the plane's arrival and was about to land, followed by the announcement of the flight attendant.

"Sir and ma'am, Sydney Kingsford Smith International Airport welcomes you here, a suburb, in the Inner-South of Sydney, Mascot, New South Wales, Australia. The local time is 22:05. For your safety, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened and keep the aisles clear until we are parked at the gate."

I was still on the comfort of my seat, with a knitted cream coloured blanket securely wrapped around my body, it felt like it was a protection, protecting me and my baby somehow.

My senses automatically came back shot in every corner of my whole system when I heard the location and time.

Sydney, Australia? 22:05? That's 10:05pm. How many hours was the flight time duration? I was asleep.

Wait, what?

Ella, Aunt Leonor? Is in Sydney, Australia?

The thought of it made me shock, I bet Ella had enjoyed herself here, a perfect tourist spot. She loves luxurious and expensive things, vlogging was her main dish in the morning.

Buong akala ko ay hawak sila ni Damien, at ikunukulong, kaya ako nagpupumilit kay Damien na gusto ko silang makita, ngunit ang buong nalalaman niya lang pala ay kung nasaan sila, ang lokasyon nila?

O baka naman talaga ay hawak niya sila noon? And then Jhulix rescued them?

No, I should stop stressing myself from overthinking about someone that I left in Rome. What and who's in Rome should remain in Rome, period. Not even letting it trespass my mind.

Shifting my gaze on the opposite side of where I was still currently and comfortably sitting, my sleepy eyes found Jhulix where I had last seen him before I drifted off to sleep.

Iyong mga papel na kanina ay nagkalat sa lamesa niya ay wala na ngayon, napalitan na ito ng briefcase. Specifically, it was an atelier single-gusset brown leather briefcase.

Hula ko ay nandoon na sa loob ng kanyang briefcase ang mga papel.

"U-Uh, sorry, nakatulog ako, Jhulix," I started.

Ramdam kong iba ang awra nito. Ang dilim. Tila ay pati ako ay mahahawaan. Siguro ay mas maganda kung hindi nalang muna ako magsalita o magtanong.

"Ayus lang," anito, habang nakamasid sa bintana, sa labas. "May sasabihin ako."

"Hm? Ano 'yon?" I asked as I was busy securing myself on my seat by fastening my seatbelt.

"May tiwala ka ba sa Tita Eleanor mo?"

Natigilan ang kamay ko sa pag-aayos ng seatbelt saglit nang dahil sa naging tanong nito at tatlong segundong natulala bago pinagpatuloy ang pag-aayos ng seatbelt.

Ang daming gawing dahilan kung bakit hindi ko dapat pagkatiwalaan si Tita Eleanor, isa na ay ang dahil sa pagsisinungaling at pagpapanggap niya na tiyahin ko siya, ang paggawa niya ng kuwento sa pagkamatay ng mga magulang ko.

Pero baka naman ay sinabi niya lang ang mga 'yon dahil masyado pa akong bata para malaman ang 'di katanggap-tanggap na katotohanan.

I raised my gaze at him before smiling genuinely when I found him watching me fastening my seatbelt like he was examining my every move. "Yes, Jhulix, siya 'yong kaisa-isang tao na nagpalaki sa'kin, kahit na hindi ko pala siya kadugo."