The Girl Between Us

Chapter 33

Thomas' POV

It's Monday already.

For the past 2 days, talagang hindi kami nag-usap. Ni text o tawag wala. Hindi ko alam kung nasan s'ya. I thought she's in Pampanga but when I called Tito, he told me she's not there. I also asked all of my subordinates, even the closest friend of her, Ms.Reyes, they all told me that they don't know.

I'm out of clues.

I have no ideas where she is. I want to talk to her but I guess, she wants her space.

Nagagalit rin naman ako sa sarili ko dahil sa katangahan ko pero all I want is to apologize.

She's wonderful.

Sabi ko nga gago ang magpapa-iyak sa kanya but I guess gago ako.

Sabi ko rin, ang tunay na lalaki hindi nag papaasa but I guess hindi rin ako tunay na lalaki.

Nilunok ko lahat ng sinabi ko kaya ngayon, I really want to apologize.

She's so nice and sweet. How I wish we can fix it.

After all, it's Monday today. She'll come to work right?

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12:30 PM

"Ms.Reyes?"

Lumapit ako sa cubicle n'ya.

"Yes Sir?"

"Victonara?"I asked.

Medyo ngumiti s'ya at umiling "Still no call from her, Sir"

I nodded.

Where is she? She didn't even come to work?

Bumalik ako sa office ko at sinarhan ang pinto. Huling tawag ko pa sa kan'ya ay nung nagkasigawan kami. Should I call her?

Shit, what the hell?

Why am I feeling this way? I miss her so much but why?

Fuck, I'm really out of myself now. I'm at work but my mind is out there somewhere.

Thinking of her.

I really miss her voice but how can I hear that again?

Paranoid na ba talaga ako?

Umupo ako sa upuan ko at binuksan ang cellphone ko. It's still me and Arra on the lockscreen.

How?

Why?

I closed my eyes.

"What am I going to do?"I whipered.

These two girls are very important to me.

How can I fix myself in this convoluted situation?

I know the brevity that me and Victonara spent can't compare to what Arra and I spent, but the hell, I miss Victonara more than Arra now.

I don't want to perplex myself because it is just a woman but fuck myself, the woman is Victonara. It is really something else.

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