SA PAG-UGNAY (Soul Ties 2)

Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

Tumayo ako at mabagal na naglakad palapit sa kaniya.

Ngunit natigilan ako. At kalaunan ay matunog na napangisi nang madatnan siyang nahulog na sa pagkakatulog. She looked so peaceful in her sleep. The fact that she fell asleep on the massage chair just shows that she's exhausted.

Hindi na siya nakaabot sa kwarto niya.

"I can't believe you just fell asleep after saying that..." I whispered with a smile on my face.

I stared at her. She looks calm, on her way to the dreamland.

My hand slowly landed on her head and touched her hair. Mabagal na naglaho ang ngiti ko.

"As if it did not affect me..."

I have my walls built around me every time she's in front of me. Because I'm too weak and unstable, while she's strong and firm. I am doing that, not for myself but to protect her.

Masyado akong durog. Baka kapag hinawakan niya ako, masugatan lang siya sa bawat bubog ko.

Pero unti-unti ko nang kini-kwestyon kung nandyan pa ba ang mga pader na itinayo ko o baka hindi ko lang namamalayan na naalis na niya?

Let's keep the wall built between us, Taliya... Please?

"The next time you do this again, I think I couldn't handle it anymore..." I whispered under my breath.

Itatayo ko nang paulit-ulit ang mga pader na 'yon sa tuwing inaalis mo.

Binuhat ko siya paakyat sa hotel room number niya. Luckily, I found the key card on her pouch. Pumasok ako at dahan-dahan siyang inihiga sa kaniyang kama. 

Hinawakan ko ang kaniyang paa at tinanggal ang kaniyang sandal na suot.

Now that she's barefooted, the redness on her feet is visible. I heavily sighed and looked at her sleeping face.

Kinumutan ko siya nang maayos at mabigat pa rin ang buntong hininga na nilalabas.

Hindi ko alam kung bakit ganito ako naaapektuhan matapos makita ang namumula niyang mga paa at pagod na itsura.

But I just found myself staring at her. Pinatay ko ang ilaw at binuksan ang lampshade na nakapatong sa side table.

Tahimik akong umupo sa malamig na sahig nang magpalit siya nang posisyon sa pagtulog at tumagilid paharap sa akin.

Pinatong ko ang parehas kong braso sa gilid ng kama at ginawa 'yong unan para sa ulo ko. I laid my head on my arms and watched her sleep.

Both of our faces were being lit by the cozy yellow light of the lampshade. And she looks pretty.

I know that she's pretty, but tonight in this room where the two of us are alone, she's prettier.

Her eyebrows are naturally on fleek; her eyes are closed, but it's beautiful. Once it's open, her hazel eyes will strike your soul. 

She has a tiny mole under her right eye. Probably her past lover in her past life often kissed her there while she was asleep—the way I am fighting the urge to do that right now.

Mataas din ang kaniyang ilong. Her lips are shaped as peaked cupid's bow. Hindi siya ganoon kaputi, hindi rin ganoon kasing kayumanggi. 

She has the neutral undertone skin. Mahaba at tuwid ang kaniyang buhok at kasalukuyan na rin siyang mahinang humihilik ngayon.

But my eyes landed back on the mole under her right eye. Mahaba at makapal ang kaniyang pilik-mata habang nakapikit. Sa dulo ng pilik-mata niya ay itinuturo ang maliit niyang nunal. As if it's a map on the way to the destination: her mole.