From Italy, Straight to Your Heart (COMPLETED)

Prankster Alert

Zeke

"Kuya Zeeeeeeeeeeeeke!" I chuckled when I heard her coming over. I pretended not to hear overpowering voice. I thought I won't do good. "Bangon naaaaaaaaaaaa!" Her voice vibrated to my ears as she come nearer. "May pasok ka pa—wha-what the hell?!"

She turned around, facing the door, to avoid seeing me half naked. I just finished shower. I can see her hesitation to talk and scold me while peeking every now and then maybe to see if I am already dressed.

"What the heck are you turning around for?" I giggled. "Haven't you seen this a couple or three times?" I pointed to my abs as if she's seeing my actions.

"A-ah-b-b-basta magdamit ka!" She shouted

"I am dressed. Already." I lied. She immediately turned around to continue talking to me but—

"Sinungaleng!" Her face was red. Very red. Not only because she's humiliated but she is fuming mad too. I'm doomed. I remembered the day after she hugged me. That was the day I started feeling comfortable. Since then I started making fun of her.

Every. Single. Day.

Flashback

"Morgianna, where's Cleo?" I asked Morgianna, one of our maids in a sunny Saturday. I had no classes and I thought of making fun of someone, anyone perhaps. Maybe her.

"She's in her room, sleeping Sir."

"Okay."

Bringing a glass of cold water with me, I went to her. I slowly peeked into her bedroom's door and saw her sound asleep. I sneaked in. I looked for her phone and put it on her pillow, near her ear. I placed the glass on her side table and quietly moved the table closely beside her bed, enough for it to spill upon her when I push it. Or when she pulls it.

I tied a yarn on her right hand and the other on the glass. I flashed an evil grin before I went out and rang her phone. *rings*

Seconds after, I heard her ring tone play. 'ALL THIS TIME WE WE'RE PRETENDING, SO MUCH FOR MY HAPPY ENDING~'

So bitter.

"Aah!" I heard her yell and then the sound of the glass breaking. I laughed out loud and then suddenly, I heard her steps to the door. When I opened it, she was smiling. My grin faded, all was gone.

"Ikaw ba ang gumawa nito Kuya Zeke?" She asked in a very soft voice. "Wag mo na uulitin ha? Sayang yung damit." She closed the door, I expected her to slam it but I failed my own expectations. I was dumbfounded.

What kind of girl is she?

***

I also remembered that I continued playing pranks on her—like powder on my bedroom doorway, faking to be sick, and all—but all to no avail. She was acting so f*cking nice and I was damned all the time. She stepped on my damn ego. I couldn't even tell if she was playing nice or she really is nice.

Hence I went on with all of it.

And now she's full. She was very angry. And I'm very dead.

"You think this is funny?!" My jaw dropped, mouth half open. This is the first time I heard her talk in English. I really though she was dumb. "You think making fun of me is funny?" She raised an eyebrow, still her cheeks were red as an over ripe tomato. "I'm done with your jokes Zeke."

"If you think I'm amused with that body you are bragging about, then you've got me all wrong. Magdamit ka na, at baka hipan ka ng hangin at manatiling gago." She went out and slammed my door. That was the first time I heard her swore, twice.

"What was that?" I asked myself but I heard somebody else asked the same. I didn't even notice mom entering my room.

"I don't know, Mom."

She went out too. I was still in deep though when Mom came back. I did not even know how long was I out of the world, thinking.

"She left. She was crying Zeke."

"What?!" I bursted out. "It was a joke Mom, It was a prank." I almost cried, but I did not want Mom to see. We were not in good terms, I don't want her to comfort me when I'm actually angry with her. "Why does she have to leave? Where is she going?"

"Back to the Philippines. She left because— "

"Mom?! Why did you let her?" I stood up from sitting back at my bed, raging.

"Of course I will. She wanted to see her parents, why would I not let her?"

"Aish!" I stood up to follow Cleo but Mom grabbed me. She was probably here to apologize. But, I have more important things to handle. Cleo.

"M-mom, listen. I am not angry with you nor was I mad. I was just crazy to not see Cleo as a girl that I can also love. I was too dumb to accuse you of using her for money. I should know you better because you are my mom. A-and I was so damned that she's leaving and...and Mom, I'm sorry." Mom just hugged me.

"Zeke." She sweetly called me as if she was touched.

"Mom," I cried.

"Do you love her?"

"Mom?"

"I'm asking you, Zeke. Do you love Cleo?"

"Mom, I don't want to lose her now. Now that I'm..I'm falling for her."

"It's a damn yes or no question Ezekiel de Guzman! Now answer me, do you love that girl?!"

"Y-yes! Yes, I love Cleo. I love her, And I don't want to lose her."

Silence.

"Then follow her!"

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