30 Days with Mr. T (Published under PSICOM Publishing Inc.)

Chapter 5

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It's either she's an addict, or she's on drugs! Couldn't imagine how she passed the medical.

I snapped my fingers in front of her face. But she didn't react a bit. So I blew her face to wake her up!

"What are you doing?" I asked her as she opened her eyes. This little rat is so weird. Kanina panay ang saludo niya sa akin na parang sundalo. Ngayon naman, she's sleeping while standing? Crazy! She just stared at me while her mouth was slightly open. Nananaginip pa yata ang babaeng 'to. "Are you somnambulistic?" I asked again.

Nakatitig lang siya sa mga mata ko. I noticed her light brown eyes look gloomy and sleepy. She could probably be taking meth or ecstasy.

Though she's not bad. Her cheeks are pink, her nose matches her small face and her lips are naturally reddish. Kung marunong lang sana siyang magsuklay, mas makikita ang maganda niyang mukha. Wait! Am I unconsciously complementing this tweaker?

"S-Sir, yes Mr. T..." Napakurap ako sa paraan ng pagsagot niya.

"What?" Naka-high talaga.

I was about to give her a good scolding and frighten her out of her wits when she suddenly utter the words I didn't expect from anyone like her.

"G-Gusto kita, Mr. T."

What the F*ck?!

Is she out of her mind or she's just crazier than I thought she was? Maraming babae ang nagsasabing gusto nila ako. But not like this way! It's so abrupt. I don't even know her name! And when a woman confess to me, she's surely is composed and braced. Like wearing stunning, sexy dress or lingerie I couldn't imagine and resist. Pero ang isang ito, ang lakas ng loob niyang magtapat sa itsura niyang iyan?

Another thing! I remember shouting at this janitress at the elevator. I won't surely forget that kinky hair. And the noise she made this morning while vacuuming was so unforgivable. The hell she has the right to like me!

Ibubuka ko na sana ang bibig ko para pagalitan siya nang natataranta siyang kumilos at naglabas ng basahan mula sa kanyang malaking bulsa.

"Uh, eh, ang sabi ko po, gustong-gusto kitang linisin ang table mo, Mr. T." My forehead creased. "Eto na nga po, itatapon ko na ang mga basura mo. At pupunasan ko na po agad ang table mo para matuyo." Mabilis ang mga kamay niyang iniligpit ang mga kalat sa ibabaw ng mesa ko. Pati paper weights, pen holder, at name plate ko ay ginalaw niya. She didn't even bother asking me if I will allow her to touch my things. Just crazy. And nosy!

Pinanonood ko lang ang ginagawa niya. I moved around and thought to make another cup of coffee. Masyado akong nagulat sa ibinalita ni Arman kanina kaya natabig ko ang tasa ng kape at natapon sa ibabaw ng mesa ko.

I glanced at the janitress while waiting for my coffee to brew. She's moving her hands repeatedly, up and down, in a circular motion. Trying to remove all the dirty residues from my glass table. Kung si Mang Celo ang narito, aabutin ng isang oras bago niya matapos ayusin ang mga kalat ko dahil sa sobrang bagal na niyang kumilos. I couldn't blame the old man. He's been trying to tell me for years that he wanted to retire and only now that I accepted. Napalapit na rin kasi ako kay Mang Celo at nasanay na ako na siya lang ang nakakahawak ng mga gamit ko.