Brother in Love

C H A P T E R 3

Second name

Nang tuluyan na kaming makapasok ni kuya Gunther sa bahay niya ay nasilayan ko ang kabuoan nito. Even the inside has dark colors and the furnitures can be counted using fingers which makes it more beautiful. Sala pa lang ang nakikita ko ngunit napakalaki na kaagad, it is bigger than my room! Well, that is understandable because I like my house smaller and simplier.

"You will take a seat or I will bring you to your room?" Kuya caught my attention when he suddenly spoke.

"Bring me to my room na lang," I answered. Naglakad na siya paakyat ng hagdan at sinundan ko naman siya.

As I explore his house more, I realize that his house is a representation of him. Dark, manly, ang mesmerizing. Anyone would wait in line just to have a relationship with him. Any type of relationship as long as he is involved. He's that powerful.

Kasalukuyan kong kaharap ang isang pinto. I guess this is the door of my room. Binuksan ni kuya ang pinto para sa akin. He also turned the lights on for me to clearly see and observe the room.

Ka sing laki ng kuwarto ko ang kuwartong ito, mas malaki nga lang ang kama rito. Tge room's aura is dark and scary, I don't think I will be able to sleep here.

"Is this okay with you?" Tanong niya. Nahalata niya siguro ang pait sa mukha ko.
He looked at me with concerned eyes kaya naman ay sumagot ako kaagad.

"It's dark and the bed is too large. I can't sleep here," napayuko ako matapos sumagot. Siguro naman ay may karapatan akong magreklamo? Hindi ko naman ginustong tumira rito. This is his request, right? Magtiis siya sa mga reklamo ko.

"F*ck," I heard him whisper to himself. I felt guiltiness crawl through my veins. I should not complain but it's not my fault.

"P-pero o-okay lang naman ‘to. Don't worry na, kuya," pagpapagaan ko sa loob nito. Kinabahan ako nang makita ang paraan ng pagtitig niya sa akin. What the hell? It feels like I'm a criminal who's been hiding and running away from the FBI because of the way he looks at me.

"A-and I will surely sleep here naman, kuya, kaya stop worrying," dagdag ko pa ngunit mas lalo lang dumilim ang mga mata niya. He's weird as hell!

"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me kuya?" Sinabunutan ko naman ang sarili sa isip nang matauhan sa sinabi niya. Oh yeah, he told me about that. Stupid, Criszelle.

"Sorry, G-gunther," I said awkwardly and faced the floor.

"No,"

"What do you mean no?"

"Call me Donovan,"

Nakatitig ako sa hangin habang nakalutang ang utak ko. Kuya Gunther told me to call him Donovan at ngayon ko lang nalaman na may second name pala siya. Matagal ko na siyang kilala at ngayon ko lang nalaman ang tungkol doon. It feels weird and I feel like something's off. Anyways, I should not think about it and stress myself.

I lay down my bed and covered myself with my grey blanket. Malamig dahil may aircon at ang tanga ko lang dahil nagsuot ako ng manipis na night dress. Ano? Nasa honeymoon? Tsk, ang boba.

Ipinikit ko ang aking mga mata ngunit kahit anong diin ng pagpikit ko ay hindi ako makatulog. The room is really dark and my eyes unintentionally see scary things while I feel like my brain is intentionally making these things up. Even I can't control my brain;it controls me.