It's past 11 AM kaya kumakain na kami ngayon ng lunch sa kaniyang presidential suite na nag-o-occupy ng isang buong floor sa taas ng building.
The Presidential Suite is a whole house on its own. Themed with cream, garnet red, wood, and gold, pagpasok ay sasalubong ang isang magarbo at malawak na living room area na konektado sa isang dining area sa kaliwa, at sa kanan ay isang study na mayroon pang isang grand piano. Mayroong dalawang bedrooms, private bar, kitchen & pantry, at balcony. The interiors are in Georgian style: intricately carved ceiling cornices, trimmed walls, carpeted floors, and classic and antique furnitures like the chesterfield leather sofa and wall lamps.
Lahat ng mga kailangan ni Ivan ay kumpleto't nakahanda na. Na-iakyat na rin ang bagaheng dala niya kasama yung paperbag na naglalaman ng sapatos na binili ko para sa kaniya. I honestly forgot the driver had put it in the car trunk. When Ivan saw it and I told him about it, I could somehow feel his guilt radiating from his person. I found him cute, actually.
Kasalukuyan kaming kumakain ng pananghaliang inihatid ng mga room service attendant kanina. Me and Ivan sat face-to-face in the dining area.
"I'm currently reading this book called 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' by Oscar Wilde," kuwento ko, playing with my food a little using my fork. He remained silent but I knew he was listening, "It's a great read. I particularly like the dialogues, very wise and poetic. You're a reader as well. You should give it a try."
Paminsan-minsan niyang dinadagdagan ang laman ng plato ko ng gulay o mashed potatoes pag nakikita niyang paubos na pagkain ko, pero wala pa rin siyang imik. I think it's his way of saying he still wants to hear me talk when he's in a grumpy mood.
Kanina pa ako nagsasalita. Kung ano-ano na kinukwento ko pero parang may iba pa siyang gustong marinig.
Ano pa bang hindi ko nakukwento? Ang naiisip ko ay si Luca. I never told him about him yet. Pero masyadong komplikado ang kaso ko kay Luca. Hindi ko alam kung anong magiging reaksyon niya, lalo na ngayong galit siya. Kailangan ko pang magbuwelo. Siguro mamayang pag-uwi ko galing school ikukwento sa kaniya, o ngayon na ba?
Ayaw ko muna sana siyang idamay sa gulo ko hangga't hindi pa tapos ang alitan ko sa lalaking 'yon.
I checked the wall clock. Maaga pa. Mamayang 2 PM pa ang pasok ko...
Nabalik ang tingin ko sa kaniya nang bigla niyang nilagyan ng maraming mashed potato ang plato ko pero hindi niya pa rin ako matapunan ng tingin.
I sighed, pushing my plate away, "Ivan, I'm full. Ayaw ko na."
No response pero binawi niya yung binigay niyang mashed potato at nilagay sa sarili niyang plato bago tahimik na kumain.
Tahimik ko lang din siyang pinagmasdan.
Sometimes I forget you're still a young and moody teenager.
When I died, I was a teenager as well. Though I really can't remember my specific age. Perhaps I was also around 14 years old at the time, same age as Catherine now. But why do I feel like I've lived for a hundred years already because of the stress I've been experiencing since the day I woke up in this world?
Tahimik akong napabuntunghininga bago tumayo. I could feel him watching me from the corners of his eyes that I couldn't help but stifle a laugh.
"Since tomorrow's Saturday, wala naman akong gagawin," I smiled, not expecting for a response, "I heard there's currently an on-going indie theatre festival at the Theater District. Punta tayo sa gabi. Tapos kain tayo pagkatapos."
"Okay."
Napataas ako ng mga kilay, "Alright. I'm just gonna take a short nap here then I'll leave around 1 PM to prepare for school."
Since I really don't know what else to do because he's mad, and I don't want to leave yet.
Sa sofa sa living room ako humiga. There are three throw pillows. I used one pillow for my head, and another to hug. Narinig ko siyang kumikilos sa hapagkainan sa likod ng sofa. Namataan ko yung paperbag na naglalaman ng regalo ko sa kaniyang sneakers.
"Do you want to try the new sneakers I bought for you?"
"Yes, I will try them on now," the way he said it reminded me of a programmed robot.
He walked past the sofa. I lied sideways as I watched him take the paperbag beside his duffle bag on the floor and made his way to me--between the glass coffee table and the sofa where I'm lying.
Mas umurong pa ako sa sofa para bigyan siya ng espasyo upang makaupo sa harap ko. Kinuha niya mula sa loob ng bag ang isang branded na shoe box. I unconsciously tightened my hug on the pillow when he opened the box, and from his side profile, I saw his expression softened.
"Do you like it?" halos bulong ko.
"I love it," he said, his tone becoming more gentle. He took out the new pair of athletic sneakers, styled with the elements, and curved and flowing shapes of the colors white, black, and pure platinum.
To be honest, I chose a much safer option. Base rin sa fashion style ni Ivan sa libro, he leans towards the monochromatic and 'cool' style. Typical of a male lead's. For Leo though, I chose one with a color: a pair of high cut athletic sneakers of mainly white, neutral grey on the soles, and detailed with oxidised green.
Sinuot niya 'yon. Matapos niyang itali ang sintas ay tumayo siya't sinubukan ang pakiramdam niyon.
"It's the perfect size," namamanghang saad niya.
Nanatili na lang akong tahimik, walang balak sabihin sa kaniya na tumawag pa ako ng data broker para malaman lang ang shoe size niya.
He walked around in it, and I could feel his mood lightening up dahilan para makahinga ako nang maluwag.
Taking care of a boyfriend is hard.
"You're not mad anymore?" I asked.
"I was never mad," he said, not looking at me, "Nagtatampo lang."
He took a seat beside me again, "Bakit ka nagtatampo?"
Mas lalong humaba ang nguso niya, "Kasi may mga hindi ka sinasabi sa aking importante."
"Importante?" ulit ko, nagtataka, "Tulad ng?"
I know I'm updating him about the most important things in my life regularly... aside from some stuff I can't tell him but other than that, I think I've been up to date.
"Hmp," hindi na siya nagsalita bago humiga sa tabi ko. Buti na lang ay malaki kahit papaano ang sofa kaya nagkasya kami, pero kailangan nakatagilid kami pareho.
He snaked his right arm around my head, the other he encircled around my torso.
"Just skip school again this afternoon," I could feel his chest vibrate as he spoke.
I closed my eyes, inhaling his natural and calming scent, "I can't. My mother's gonna get mad at me," lalo na't nakapangatlong absent na ako ngayong umaga.
Three absents in the first week of school already... great.
Plus, I need to take care of something.
Mas humigpit ang yakap niya sa akin, "Kahit nagtatampo ako?"
I smiled, burying my head in his chest and hugged him back, "Kahit nagtatampo ka pa. If you just stay here, I'll find a way to win you back again later."
He didn't say anything anymore and I just enjoyed the fast and heavy beating of his heart inside his chest.
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