Been Hunting Home | Suarez III

Chapter 22

I couldn't find any word to equal his depth so I held tightly on the railings, loomed closer and gave him a peck on his lips.

"I like you, Hunt." Binilisan ko ang pagbigkas sa takot na baka hindi ko pa magawang umamin.

Naestatwa siya sa kinatatayuan. Ilang segundo pa ay nakangisi na siya. "Did the wind push you this time?"

Gustong umikot ng mga mata ko sapagkat halatang nang-aasar ang lalaki. "Sí. Itinulak ako ng hangin kung kaya't nasubsob ako sa labi mo."

Sandali siyang natawa bago mabilisang ibinalik sa akin ang nauna kong ibinigay. He kissed me on the lips, fast yet rough.

"Sorry, the wind pushed me too. Again."

"Mukhang may galit sa 'yo ang hangin, señor."

"I hope its anger last or else I'll run out of excuses to kiss you."

I sneered. Maaari naman niya iyong gawin kahit walang palusot—Dios mio, Adelina. Hindi ka ganito noon.

"Tú también me gustas, Solen," aniya, ilang segundo pagkatapos lumamlam ng hitsura.

I smiled gently but there's violence going on inside me. He said he likes me too in Spanish.

Wait a second.

In Spanish?!

Naglaho ang ngiti ko at bahagyang napalayo sa lalaking maganda ang kislap ng mga ngipin.

"Marunong kang mag-Espanyol?!"

"¿Qué está mal con eso?" What's wrong with that?

Nalaglag ang panga ko. Magkasunod ang mga palad na tinakpan ang bibig. Does it mean . . .

"Ah." He nodded. "You realized that I understood you when you were talking behind my back."

Higit na lumaki ang awang sa aking bibig.

"That you were talking how grumpy I was and asked me to yell it. Hmm?"

Ibinaba ko ang mga palad. "Why didn't you say you know how to speak and understand Spanish?"

"I could've told you if you asked." Ngumiti siya. "You concluded immediately, didn't you?"

Right. Bakit parati na lamang siyang tama?

"Did you forget that I'm a pilot? I speak a few languages."

"Hindi lamang Espanyol?"

"French too," he said. "You wanna hear it?"

I nodded.

"J'aime tout de toi, mon amour."

"What does it mean?" I arched a brow.

"Nothing. It's just . . . a random phrase."

I doubt him. Is he talking behind my back now? I should learn French or he would be able to make his revenge.

"What's with your face?"

"I'm thinking about all the inappropriate words I said behind your back." I feel guilty. Naiintindihan niya pala ang mga iyon.

"Don't worry about it. We all have inner monologues, you just chose to be a little different. You became vocal."

"Really?"

"Uhuh. I thought you looked like a lost puppy when I first saw you."

Marahan kong hinampas ang braso niya. Natatawa nitong hinaplos ang balat.

"But why a puppy?"

He pressed my cheeks with his hands. "Tu es mignon."

Ano na naman ang winika niya? Iisipin ko na lamang na magaganda ang salitang iyon dahil gusto niya ako.