Under The Same Sky (ON-GOING)

Twenty-Seven 💜 Boyfriend duty.

Author's Note: Hellooooooo! I'm baccccckkk! Finally matatapos ko na tong story ni Hachiro! Namiss kong magsulat! Every week ang update! Hope you enjoy the update!

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Jen Bautista

I woke up with a pounding headache, the kind that feels like my skull is being split open. I grimaced and tried to remember the events of last night, but the memory was hazy. Shoot... Sobrang sakit ng ulo ko. Naparami kami ni Kamala ng inom kagabi. Di ko rin alam na makakayanan naming uminom ng marami. Deym that girl, kung hindi ko pa siya aawatin hindi pa talaga siya aalis ng bar. She was so distraught that she forgot her limits.

Ugh, Kamala... I hope she's okay.

I looked around, trying to get my bearings. Hindi ito ang kwarto ni Kamala sa condo niya at lalong hindi ito ang kwarto ko sa apartment. Like duh? Ang garbo nito para sa isang kwarto ng isang apartment and this was clearly a man's bedroom, a stark contrast to the modest spaces I was used to.

Wait, what?! Kwarto ng lalaki???

My heart raced as I covered my mouth with my hands. I scanned the room quickly to make sure nothing was amiss. My clothes were still on, which was a relief. But the fragments of memory I had—being held by a man and the unforgettable scent of his cologne—were unsettling. The cologne was a blend of rugged masculinity and subtle sophistication, and it clung to me even in my sleep. I was certain he was handsome, just from the memory of his scent.

Ugh Jen! Para talaga akong tanga minsan. Nakidnap na ako pero landi padin ang nasa isip. Aish.

I mentally slapped myself for getting sidetracked by such thoughts. I was in a stranger's bedroom, and that was a serious issue. Hindi ko masyadong maalala yung nangyari kagabi. Ang naaalala ko lang ay yung pagbuhat sakin at saka yung mabangong amoy.

Nasan ba kasi ako at nasan si Kamala??

Napahawak ako sa ulo ko kasi sumakit na naman yun. Ugh.

I jumped, startled by the sudden voice. "Stop imagining things." the voice said with an air of casual authority. Mabilis kong tinignan kong sino yun just to see none other than Gio Calvin Pascual. Nakasandal siya sa pinto habang nakacross arms.

Nanlaki ang mga mata ko. What is he doing here? I glanced around the opulent room, trying to reconcile it with the realization that I was in Gio's space. His bedroom, maybe?

"Gio?" naguguluhang tanong ko. Err! Teka, so siya ang bumuhat sakin at yung mabangong amoy???

"Yes, the one and only," he said, striding over and sitting casually on the edge of the bed. His demeanor was nonchalant, but his eyes held a sharp, focused look. "Your friend's with Hachi, so you don't have to worry about her." He locked eyes with me, his expression unreadable.

Oh, yeah! Kamala! With Hachi? Hachiro Jimenez? How? Napatapik nalang ako sa noo ko nung marealize kong baka nagkaroon ng pagkakataong nakita nila kaming lasing sa daan.

Oh sh#t. My dignity. Ugh! Hindi na ako pupunta ng bar, never ko na ding aayain si Kamala! But I guess I only have myself to blame for this mess.

"Eh bakit kailangan dalhin mo ko sa tinitirhan mo?" tanong ko sa kanya. Naupo ako pero bigla nalang sumakit ang ulo ko dahil sa hang over kaya napahawak ako dun saka hinilot-hilot.

"Where do you want me to take you? A hotel?" Gio's tone was dripping with sarcasm. He shot me a knowing look, as if enjoying my discomfiture. Sinamaan ko si Gio saka inirapan. "I don't usually invite people into my home, let alone take them myself. So see yourself as lucky." tumayo siya pagkatapos niya sabihin yung mayabang niyang statement na yon. Wow ha?? Ang yabang. Pasalamat siya meron siyang ipagmamayabang. Pssssssh.