A/N" GUYS, IF YOU WANT TO SEE THE PROMO PIC FOR CHAPTER 22, DONT FORGET TO CLICK THE EXTERNAL LINK TAS YUNG GUY PALA SA GIF, SI JARED WHILE DRIVING AND LOOKING AT KARA
KARA
"When someone is in your heart, they’re never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times."
“BUT YOU PROMISED ME!” I protested loudly with my phone pressed to my ear. I imagined Jake pulling the phone away from his ear, eyes closed dahil sa lakas ng boses ko.
“Alam mo, bwisit ka talaga.” He chuckled. Right. Sige, tawanan mo ako. =.=
“Karabanana, I’m on a special mission to help my cousin find his first girlfriend.”
“What?”
“Basta. O sige na. I’ll see you later or tmrw!”
“HOY.” Sabi ko ulet. Napapansin ko kasi na medyo mailap sila ni Harlem sa isat-isa. Kaya naisipan kong itanong na lang para makapanigurado. “YUNG TOTOO, INIIWASAN MO BA SI HARLEM?”
SILENCE.
“Ha?H..Hinde a. Sige na, I’ll hang up first. Take care ha. Yung plate number,send mo sa akin. Text ka kaagad pag nakarating ka ha? Babye.”
CLICKED.
Shh. Kelan pa kita naging tatay?
I stared at the phone dumbly, mentally cursing Jake for ditching me. Pati hindi sya sumasagot nang maayos!
“Kara?!” a familiar voice caught my attention. Pagkalingon ko, ayun, ngumiti sya saken tas nag-wave.
“Hi, Jared.” I greeted back.
“Going home?”
“Ah, hindi pa. May kelangan akong sunduin sa Rim Hotel e.” He looked at me again; tapos bahagyang ngumiti. Grabe! He reminds me of Hua Ze Lei from Meteor Garden. Oh, the good old days~
“Oh, tamang-tama. Actually, papunta rin ako dun. Sabay na tayo?” he offered.
“Ha? No need. Mag-ttaxi na lang ako=)” Una sa lahat hindi kami close, and besides, parang….weird?
“Ano ka ba, gagastos ka pa dun, sa akin free tas maganda pa view.”
“Ganun?” I raised my eyebrow. Naku, may pagkaconceited din pala tong si Mr. President. Natawa tuloy ako.
“What?Did I say something wrong? Kasi pinalaki akong hindi sinungaling e. So nagsasabi lang ako ng totoo.” He shot me a lip-closed smile.
“YOU. ARE. SO. CRAZY. MISTER PRESIDENT.”
Jared laughed boisterously at my statement, glancing briefly at me once, “Let’s go?”
“Okay.”
I watched Jared walk to the driver's door and pull it open. He stood there for a second, taking a final look around, before climbing in and shutting the door behind him. He pulled open the door for me, holding it as I climbed in, then sliding in beside me. I was surprised at how organized and how clean his car was. Parang babae. He revved the engine of his truck and we went on the road.
“Are you going to MedSchool after you graduate?” I asked him.
“Probably.” He said as he kept his eyes on the road with one hand on the steering wheel.
