Blake Rodric's POV
It's been three days since our breakup.
And the weird thing is, yung 4 years kong girlfriend, ni hindi man lang ako nanghihinayang o nakaka-feel ng guilt.
Samantala sa tatlong araw na sunod-sunod naming meeting ni Rhyny, sa tuwing nakikita ko siya, hindi ko maiwasang ma-guilty at manghinayang.
Ganun na ba talaga 'ko kasama?
"You know when and where the meeting is later Rod, as the usual okay?" paalala na naman ni Jen.
"Lagi ka nalang hindi nagpupunta tuwing may meeting ako with Rhy—I mean, Ms. Monteriza." I raised my eyebrow, "Mind telling me why?"
"Pasensya na. Nagkakataon lang kasi." aniya, "Kung hindi dito sa office ang may emergency, sa bahay naman."
Tumango-tango nalang ako bilang sagot hanggang sa lumabas na siya ng office ko.
At dahil walang gaanon aayusin na document, I spent an hour reading a Wattpad story.
Tungkol siya sa dalawang tao na naging close lang dahil sa facebook. Pero hindi tulad ng iba, hindi siya cliché, kasi—
~Miss Elizabeth calling. . .
"Yes?" bungad ko. It's Rhyny's secretary.
[Good morning Sir Villarasa, I just want to update you po about your meeting with my boss. She postponed it. Bale, it'll be tomorrow night but still not sure.] aniya.
"Bakit daw hindi tuloy?" I asked. Yeah, this is being informal again but who cares? Hindi naman si Rhyny ang kausap ko sa telepono.
[Ah, hindi niya po sinabi Sir.]
"Pwede bang tanungin mo siya? Text and call her or what."
[Sorry Sir, pero hindi po pwede eh.]
"And why?" nakakapikon 'tong babaeng 'to ah.
I heard footsteps on the other line at kusang tumayo ang balahibo ko nang marinig ko ang boses niya, [Give me the phone.]
"Miss Monteriza." I said—trying to stop myself from stuttering.
[With all due respect Mr. Villarasa, would you please stop bugging my secretary?]
"Oh—"
[Hindi pa ba malinaw? Cancelled ang meeting natin today.] aniya atsaka ko lang nahalata ang boses niyang kakaiba. Para siyang sinisipon o ano.
"Bakit nga—" bago ko pa man ulit matapos ang sasabihin ko, nauna na siya. What's her problem?!
[I'm sick.] I heard her whisper something pero hindi ko narinig ng malinaw.
I stopped for a moment, "Okay. Get well soon Ms. Monteriza."
To that, pinatay niya na ang tawag. She's so cold and hot at the same time.
You know what I'm saying?
Ugh. Forget it.
Itatago ko na sana ang cellphone ko when I accidentally switched the screen at bumungad sakin ang date.
Seeing it, agad na may nag-pop sa utak ko.
Today is,
December 12.
~flashback (facebook convo from Day 012)
| 12: 45 am |
Song Hop: SLR.
Alam mo ba yung tengkul sa 12:12 ko?
***tungkol
Blake: What's with that?
Song Hop: It's my birthday number. And yours too.
Blake: Really like me huh?
Song Hop: 'Yan din ang date at araw pati oras na
una kitang nakita.
Blake: Seryoso?
Song Hop: Yes. :)
December 12,2012. Sa coffee shop.
And today? Happy 3rd anniversary sakin.
SAKIN. :) 3 years of liking you and still
counting.
Blake: Putek. Putek talaga. Seryoso ka ba?!
Song Hop: Yep.
Putek too. :">
Blake: Sino ka ba kasi? Sabihin mo na.
Song Hop: Hindi mo na kelangan malaman.
Blake: Please Song. Please.
Seem 1:18 am
~end of flashback
Yun ba ang dahilan kung bakit ayaw niya makipag-meeting ngayon?
BINABASA MO ANG
12:12 (Sequel: The Chase)
Teen Fiction"Just because we don't talk anymore doesn't mean I've stopped caring." -Blake Copyright © 2016
