Farah Gimeno was asked by her sicked friend to work with the rumored boss monster for one day in exchange of the front seat ticket for the F1 race.
For Farah, the deal is easy. Just like how you ate a candy. Remove the wrapper then you can take wha...
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"You don't reply on my text," bungad niya. Pinatong sa plato ang hawak pagkatapos ay tumayo at lumapit sa akin. Hinuli niya ang aking kamay at hinila ako. "Let's check what we can eat on my garden," sabi niya. Binuksan ang pinto patungo sa labas.
I was taken aback from what I saw. A lot of beds of vegetables were there. For real, I saw Tomato, Eggplant, Okra, and Lettuce. Take note, they were all looking fresh and full-grown. Tumakbo ako palapit sa baging ng kalabasa at kundol. Namangha ako sa dami ng bunga. Akala mo peke sa malayo, pero lahat ng 'yon ay totoo.
"Do you want Grilled Chicken and Caesar salad?"
Nilingon ko siya mula sa aking balikat. I am speechless that I just nodded my head and looked back at the far beds of grown different flowers. I want to take photos of them. Smell each one of it. On the center bed, I saw the tiny growing plant which I believe the Daisy.
"Come over here, Farah. Give me a hand for this," he called out. I saw him pulled three of Lettuce and now walking through the beds of Tomatoes. He is too serious upon checking which he should get.
Tumango ako. Nagmamadaling lumapit para tulungan siya. Bumubuntot sa bawat pagyuko at paghipo niya sa kamatis.
I don't why, but at this moment I saw another different side of him. From the impression of stinky and mysterious old Boss to handsome yet unfriendly attitude. He could be a geek person who really hated technology. A real monster on the road too. And now, a considerate man who has passion even in planting—who's trying really hard to overcome his fear?
He isn't lying. Does he do this all by himself? He must be bored of being alone.
Pagkatapos mamitas ay nag-marinade kami ng manok. Nagpresinta akong magluto nang mapansin kong abala siya sa paghihiwa ng gulay.
"Ikaw lang bang mag-isa rito?" I placed the chicken in the oven before I glanced at him.
As if I pushed his button, he stopped chopping the cucumber and stared on the air.
I cleared my throat before I spoke, "Sorry. Naalala ko, baka may magalit sa akin kapag palagi akong pumupunta rito... at magkasama tayo."
"What do you mean?" He is now looking at me.
"You know—" I shrugged my shoulder and looked away. "Girlfriend," bulong ko.
"I don't have one, Elle."
Napalingon ako sa kanya. Nagpatuloy siya sa kanyang ginagawa. Seryoso at polido ang bawat paghiwa. Ang bawat galaw o kilos niya ay nakakamangha, para bang kahit panoorin ko siya habang buhay ng ganito ay hindi ako magsasawa.
Bigla siyang huminto, ngunit hindi tumingin sa akin. "Don't look at me like that."
Lumapit ako sa refrigerator niya at binuksan. Nagulat ako sa mga nakita ko roon na baunan. "Ang dami mo palang pagkain dito. Akala ko ba hindi ka sanay magluto?"
