Tune of Rapture (Echoes #2)

Chapter 37

Chapter 37

War

I dried my hair with the towel hanging on my shoulder. I left the bathroom and picked up the clothes that Sergo threw. I placed them on the bed and noticed something right away.

Nakamot ko ang sintido nang makita na wala man lang boxer na binigay. Tangina! Anong akala niya hindi halata kasi malaki naman ang shorts? Malaki rin 'to, eh!

I raised my clothes again to check if I missed seeing them, but there really weren't any. I sat at the edge of the bed and just put on the white t-shirt. I followed it with the shorts. I wasn't wearing any boxers or even briefs. I couldn't put on the ones I wore earlier; they were already wet.

I sighed and had no choice but to wear them. I looked for a mirror in his room and stood in front of it. The shirt turned into an oversized piece of clothing. The shorts reached my knees, and I knew that when he wore them, they would be a bit short because he's taller.

Nag tagal ang aking mata aking short. Lalabas ako ng ganito? Sinubukan kong gumalaw kong mahahalata ba. Napangiwi ako nang makita pa rin. Pumikit ako nang mariin at sa huli, buntong hininga na lang.

Ano naman, 'di ba? Parehas naman kaming lalaki. Tropa-tropa lang, 'no. Walang malisya.

I took my cellphone and left the towel on his bed. I took slow steps down the stairs of his condo. Even before reaching the third step, I could already smell what he was cooking. Perhaps ramen or something?

His entire condo wasn't too small. But as I descended, the living room was just a turn away from the kitchen. The living room was only partially visible, with a wall painted with a horse's tail frame. He really loves horses, huh?

I tilted my head and peeked at Sergo. There he was, facing away from me, wearing only an apron. He had no shirt on, and he still had slacks on the bottom. Because he was wearing a white apron, his rock-hard muscles on his back were clearly visible.

I swallowed hard. Siya walang damit, ako walang boxer.

Tumikhim ako bago nag salita. "Labahin ba ang mga underwear mo?"

Lumakad ako at naupo sa high chair. Sergo set down the spoon he was holding before turning and looking at me. I averted my gaze and glanced around, focusing on the frames on the wall.

I noticed one near the stairs with two backs, as if seated on long grass in a field. The front was a setting sun. One thought crossed my mind. Both figures in the painting were men.

I side-eyed Sergo as he looked at me. His lips twitched.

"Labahin lahat. Bukas pa ako mag lalaba ng mga damit ko." sagot niya at humarap muli sa ginagawa.

Talaga? Ilang boxer at brief ba ang mayroon siya? Pito? Tig-iisa sa isang linggo?

"May nakalimutan ka yatang ibigay sa akin. Kulang ang binigay mo..." tumigil ako.

He glanced at me, furrowing his brow. I locked eyes with him because I needed something. I wasn't comfortable without boxer shorts. Siya siguro, oo? Dinamay niya pa ako na hindi nag susuot kapag gabi.

He raised an eyebrow. "What did I forget to give?"

"Boxers. You didn't give me any boxers. I'm not wearing any," I stated bluntly.

His gaze lowered. My cheeks warmed as he turned away, but I couldn't miss the smirk on his lips. I gritted my teeth. He let out a low chuckle.

"Labahin lahat, Leroy. I can give you one, iyon ay kung nag susuot ka ng gamit na?" he quipped playfully.