SUBMISSIVE 3: LENNOX SEVILLA

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Lennox entered the barracks, may mga tao. Tila.. Nagluluto?

"Bili ka ng for you sis, carrots and onions"

"Nang ano?—Rhett, the chef and restaurant owner tilted his head through Primo, who is slicing the veggies—The fuck is that?"

"What?" Takang tanong nito, lumingon din sa katabing si Rhett.

"For you sis?"

"Ah" He nodded "Sayote"

"Primo" Si Xonti.

"Baket"

"Bakit ka nag military?"

"May isang taong nagsabi ng ganito, Matapang ka? Siga ka? Tang'na, gamitin mo 'yan sa tama gago ka. Mag militar kang tang'na ka para may pakinabang ka naman at hindi lang taong gala dito sa mundo, gago ka!" He said in a lady tone. Maarte pa.

Si Xonti ay nakanganga habang binabantayan ang paggalaw ng bunganga ni Primo.

"Ah akala ko para makailag ka kapag sinuntok ka dahil sa pilosopo mong bunganga" Si Rhett.

Lennox sighed. Kailan ba may matinong usapan sa grupong ito? All he wanted was, to ask how to bake cookies, And all he hears now are lame jokes!

So, he stormed out from the said barracks. Kung gaano siya kabilis dumating, gano'n din siya kabilis lumayas.

His wife texted him that she was at a dance studio, and texted him yhe address. She asked him if he can fetch her there so he said yes kaya dumiretso na siya roon.

He stopped at the Starbucks and bought coffee for Raiza.

Nang nakarating sa building kung nasaan ang studio, nag-park na lang siya sa gilid saka lumabas, iniwan ang binili sa kotse kasi uuwi naman sila agad.

He asked at the lobby kung nasaang floor iyon. "Saang floor ang dance studio miss?"

The woman at the reception smiled sweetly, like she's hitting on him or something. He knows women, it's easy to read their eyes and the lady now is no difference with the rest.

Iisang tao lang naman ang hindi niya kayang basahin ang emotions, ang asawa niya lang.

"Third floor sir. May I know who you want yo see? Sister? Mother?" Ang tamis ng ngiti a. Pero sorry na lang, wala siyang paki.

"My wife" He said, smiling proudly.

He heard the gasped but he left her without looking back.

The lift opened. Napa atras pa siya ng makita doon si Rhett. In his black leather jacket, maong pants, white rubber shoes and black bonet. Reminds him of Manny Montana in a particular show, he doesn't know the title tho.

And to think that this man have resemblance of that actor. And to think that he just saw him a while back at the barracks made him smirked.

"The fuck?" He was startled as fuck.

Tumaas ang kilay nito. "What? Am I a ghost or something?"

He sighed and went inside. "Saan ka?"

"Third floor"

"Anyway, bakit 'di ka magpa tattoo ng ibon na nakabuka ang pakpak diyan sa lalamunan mo?"

Rhett rolled his eyes, he can see through the glass wall of the lift. He chuckled.

Saktong pagbukas ng lift door, he and Rhett went out and walked side by side. His hand on his pants pocket and Rhett on his leather's.

As they walk, eyes of the people around are on them. But they didn't give back any glance. When he saw the studio—it was walled with glass that can see inside— he stopped at the door and Rhett did the same.