A Tale To Her Heartbeat

CHAPTER 3

I drove to my parents' house to get my things. Earlier, my car was in the repair shop because I accidentally broke the windshield. That's why I took the bus before.

Sumaglit muna ako sa condo ko bago ako nagdecide na umuwi sa bahay ng parents ko. Magpapa-alam ako and kukunin ko yung ibang gamit ko sa kwarto ko. Kasi hindi ko alam kong ilang araw ako sa bicol or probably months.

Depende kung madali lang kunin ang loob ng lalaki kasi kung hindi baka umabot ako ng buwan.

I hope he's not heartless.

I nervously bit my lip, pondering over his facial characteristics. Despite not appearing intimidating, as I gazed at his picture earlier, I noticed a hint of a playboy vibe in his facial features. He sported a buzz haircut, deep almond eyes that complemented his pointed nose, and a well-defined jawline that exuded masculinity and charm.

Napangiwi ako sa isipan ko. Pogi siya pero parang mahilig sa babae. Kahit sa picture, mapaglaro ang mukha.

Hindi ako mahihirapan sa paghahanap sa kaniya panigurado kilala ito ng mga babae dun.

But...I'm not good at seducing. I frown.

"Aiden Veil Serraño..." I whispered his name. What a beautiful name.

I let out a sigh as I halted my car at the red light. I made a mental note not to inform my parents about my mission to Bicol. They were only aware of my job involving investigations and sessions. That's what they thought I mostly did for work.

It might take them months to find out, if they ever do. My dad is away on a business trip to Mexico, occupied with work. My brother is engrossed in his own life. And my mom, well, she's in her usual strict and demanding phase.

Gale and I are close, but our busy schedules mean we rarely have time to bond as siblings. He might not be around later when I reach home.

Anyways, at least matutupad na yung nasa bucket list ko. Makapunta  na'ng bicol.

Going Bicol has always been a dream of mine. Even though I'm not a native of the region, the captivating images of Mayon Volcano on social media have captured my heart. Since I was young, the desire to visit this incredible place has been deeply rooted in me.

And also...

Mabilis kong kinuha ang journal ko sa bag ko na araw-araw ko ng dala-dala.

His name was written on the first page of my journal.

"Kevs," basa ko.

The paper was old, showing signs of years passing by. Every detail was recorded there - how we met and how it all came to an end.

May chance bang magkita kami?

But I don't think he remember me.

I doubt we'll meet. Bicol is huge, and my visit is solely for a mission.

It's been 5 years. I question if he still remembers me.

Unaware, I had already reached home while lost in my thoughts. The large gate of our house swung open, allowing me to drive in and park my car in the garage. As I unbuckled my seatbelt, I pushed the door open and stepped outside.

The surroundings outside the house were peaceful, with all the lights, including those in the garden, illuminated.

Furrowing my brow, I spotted a few guards stationed around the area.

Kaylan pa sila nag hire ng guard?

Bakit may guard?

"Rielle,"