Adoring July

Chapter 8

July Consunji's POV

Nabati yata ako sa momentong init na dala ng paghawak ko sa dibdib ng asawa ko dahil pakiramdam ko ay lalagnatin din ako.

Wala sa option ang lumiban sa opisina, ilang araw na akong absent. Tapos nalalapit pa 'yung racing competition na nangangailangan ng guidance ko.

"Maputla ka, Ma'am." Nilabas ni Dizon, Rowena Dizon, pangalan ng sekretarya na pinahiram sa akin ni Rocco, ang kaniyang cellphone.

Nakaalalay sa aking sintido ang kamay ko. "Do you have to report every single happening to my husband?" tanong ko sa gitna ng kirot na binibigay ng ulo ko sa akin.

Dizon hid the phone on her back, zipped mouth and shook her head. I drank water in case that would help me ease my headache.

"Pagod lang ako sa dami ng kailangan ayusin para sa competition. This is not worth reporting." I was wincing while motioning Diaz to go back to her post.

Forcing myself to the bathroom just to wash my face with cold water, apparently thought I'm coming out of a flu.

I'll finish up early today and go home right after. Bumalik ako sa pwesto ngunit pagtungo ko ay tumulo ang dugo mula sa aking ilong.

I immediately raised my head and held my nose. "Will you hand me a cold pack, Diaz?" I asked looking at the ceiling.

"Nako po, Ma'am..." Narinig ko siyang tumakbo palabas at mala-flash na bumalik 'tsaka nilagay sa bridge ng ilong ko ang cold pack.

"Let me." I took charge of holding the pack and thanked her.

The cooling effect hurts my head even more. But my ear never letting it pass when Diaz started talking to someone.

"Dumudugo po ang ilong ni Ma'am July."

I scoffed knowing she reported it to no one else but Rocco. Fine, let me close my eyes because my husband will be most likely to call me after their call.

And I was not mistaken at all.

I lifted my phone, and the screen showed the name of my husband. I side-eyed Diaz to show my dismay before swiping left.

"What?" I retorted straight away.

"What did you do to make your nose bleed?"

"I keep picking and picking my nose while preparing for the race competition event because I was bored." I sarky told him with my indistinct voice.

"Come on, July, I'm serious. Why do you have to answer me in-jest?"

"I think because you were blaming me for my nose bleeding. Kasalanan ko ba kung dumugo ilong ko, Rocco?"

I wonder why we keep bickering even in the smallest thing. Was it our love language? Nah. Rocco just loves to get mad at me is all.

"Enough with this. Go home and rest."

"Like hello? Next Saturday na ang R-Day, ano po? 'Tsaka napakalabo mo. No'ng nasa bahay ako, gusto mo 'kong pagtrabahuhin. Ngayon namang nagtatrabaho ako, gusto mo pagpahingahin ako. Ano ba talaga?"

"Alam mo, July, bahala ka sa buhay mo. Hindi mo siguro ikamamatay ang nose bleeding na 'yan."

Tapos pinatay ng loko ang tawag. Naitapon ko tuloy ang cold pack kong hawak sa pikon ko. Dahil do'n pumitik ulit ang ugat sa aking sintido.

Fudge! This headache and nosebleed, were these signs of my life ending near? Oh, gosh, what a worst day to be alive.

"Masakit ulo mo, Ma'am?"