Nagising ako sa isang malawak na kaarto. Kung pag babasehan ko, isa itong suit na pwedi lang sa mayayaman.
The room was enormous, with its own pool, a gym, and five rooms downstairs, plus three more upstairs. It was clear that this place was designed for luxury and privacy.
My curiosity got the best of me, so I decided to explore. I walked toward the gym area, the sound of weights clanking growing louder. When I reached the door, I saw Octimus inside, working out. He was focused and sweating, lifting weights with a strong, steady rhythm.
Tumaas ang kilay ko sa nasilayan. Nagising ako dito? Naalala kong nasa club ako kagabi. I stood quietly at the doorway, not wanting to interrupt. Octimus was completely absorbed in his workout, his movements powerful and controlled. The gym, with its shiny equipment and mirrored walls, seemed like a second home to him.
I watched him for a while. Octimus moved with a natural grace, even though he was pushing himself hard. His workout wasn't just about staying fit; it seemed like it was something deeper, a personal challenge.
He was tall and dark, his skin glistening with sweat from the intense workout. His muscles were well-defined and flexed as he lifted the weights, showcasing his strength with each controlled movement.
Lalo ko siyang pinatitigan. His broad shoulders and powerful arms moved with precision.
Nang ibaba niya ang dala dala nag lakad siya sa boxing ring area. Uminom don ng energy drink. As he sipped his drink, he noticed me.
"Musta ang tulog mo?" he asked, his voice gruff but not unkind. His eyes, dark and intense, scanned me as if assessing my presence and my state of mind.
"Okay lang," I replied, trying to sound relaxed despite the flutter of nerves in my chest. I glanced around the gym, taking in the pristine equipment and the sweat glistening on Octimus's muscular frame.
"Nahimatay ka kagabi. Dinala kita dito," walang sulyap sakin. Pumanik sa boxing ring at sinuot ang boxing gloves niya.
Nag simula siyang suntukin Ang boxing bag. He was mad while punching that thing.
"So, how did you find the room?" he finally asked, his tone now more conversational. It was clear he was trying to bridge the gap between us, moving past the initial surprise of my presence.
"May mata ako eh." Saad ko. Tumigil siya ng bahagya, he side eyeing me. I chuckled.
"Nakita ko lang.." normal na saad ko.
Nag simula na siya sumuntok sa punching bag. When I saw that Octimus was busy with his workout, I decided to leave. I didn't want to intrude on his private time, so I started to walk away. But before I could get far, I heard Octimus.
"Wait a minute," he said, his voice deep and commanding.
I hesitated but turned around to see Octimus standing in the middle of the gym. He was sweaty and his muscles were flexed from the intense workout. His dark eyes were fixed on me.
"Is something wrong? Did I interrupt?" I asked, trying to sound calm even though I felt nervous. "Aalis na ako. May kailangan pa akong gawin."
"Sinong may sabing aalis ka?"
Tumaas ang kilay ko ng bahgya. Naramdaman kong pagtitig niya sa katawan ko. Naramdaman kong isang Longsleeve oversized polo pala ang suot ko.
