Love on the High Seas

Day 2_Part 2

"Where do you want me to bring?"

I chuckled when Donald immediately pulled me away from the crowd after my performance. Hindi siya sumagot at hinila lang ako sa kung saan.

Kung kanina ay hila-hila niya ako, ngayon ay magkapantay na kaming naglalakad, magkahawak-kamay. I wanted to take my hand, but I was hesitant.

What if... ma-offend ko siya?

I was straight-forward and strict on the guys before... What happened to me now? Why did I let Donald hold my hand? Bakit hinahayaan ko siya? Bakit natatakot akong ma-offend ko siya?

I stopped walking when I saw we were about to enter a room.

What the hell are we gonna do here?

Dahil nakahawak sa akin si Donald ay naramdaman niya ang pagtigil ko. He looked back at me.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

I winced, averting my gaze away from him. "W-What are we gonna do here? Couldn't we just stay anywhere? Not here... when it was just the two of... us."

He was taken aback by my words. Later on, he chuckled.

"Oh, I'm sorry. But look..." He stared at me like he was trying to figure me out. "It's not what you think it was."

Bahagya akong namula sa sinabi niya. I was about to open my mouth to defend myself when he spoke again, not letting me defend myself.

"It's my room. I'm gonna cook you a specialty."

I stared at him. "For what?"

He smiled. "To celebrate your great performance, Miss Pianist."

Natigilan ako. It was great to celebrate my success performance but... how should I tell him I can't eat any food? Pa'no ko sasabihing hindi ako pupuwedeng kumain ng basta-basta lang?

"May I invite you to my room for a quick celebration slash date, Miss Pianist?"

What should I do?

Should I... decline his offer?

What if ma-offend ko siya?

If I'd take his offer... baka ako naman ang magdusa. Baka... lumala ang sakit ko.

Should I tell him I have stomach cancer and that I can't just eat any food?

I shook my head.

He doesn't have to know. Hindi niya na kailangang malaman.

"Ayra?"

I came back to my senses when Donald called me. I looked up at him before staring at him. "Sure, Chef."

He smirked before opening the door of his room for me. Just when I stepped inside of his room, a fancy ambiance welcomed me.

"Sit here. Let me cook for you, Miss Pianist."

Donald gestured me the high chair before getting an apron to wear. He seemed like prepared and skilled about it. Ang bilis ng kilos niya, halatang sanay na sanay sa ginagawa. Even those spices who were cut in a fast pace were the same in sizes.

It was a great skill.

When done preparing all the things that he need, he started opening the electric stovetop to start cooking. There, I saw the other side of Donald. I saw who Donald really is.

A great Chef.

And he looked sexy while cooking with a smirk plastered on his lips, easily shake the food on the pan with a little bit twist.