Obnoxious Oxygen

Chapter Twelve

"Oxygen," I called out his name after I opened the door of the other room within two warning knocks.

"Yes, Gabgab?" He answered without leaving the screen of his laptop. "Pasok ka, mukha kang tanga dyan."

I rolled my eyes, with Oxygen, insults doesn't sound as insult anymore. Knowing how constant it slipped off his mouth. It's starting to seem normal. Abnormally normal if there's such. "I have a problem."

"Ano 'yon?"

"The one who packed my things missed to include all my essentials," there I got his attention. He lifted his gaze on me and waited for my next words. "My Secret Jewels Vanilla Bean scented bath soap, my Forest Woods shower gel, my Jo Malone red roses bath oil are all missing. Even my foot file, bath lily, organic cotton rounds, facial flannel, buffer and massager, body polisher, bath gloves, inflatable bath pillow, drench sponge, my round body brush. Now tell me? How am I gonna take a bath without those things? Can you imagine what will happen to my skin?"

He didn't say a word, he's just there, staring at me. I don't know what he's thinking, I ain't a mind reader. But I don't care, I feel like crying. I can't live life like this, I can't settle with soap alone. It's not bathing it's just soaping!

"Oxygen, I'm begging you if you can't have those shipped then at least help me buy those things. I have my money, I'm really, really, devastated right now. I feel like breaking down." My tears started falling, this was the longest time I haven't taken a shower. I want to, but how? I don't have my things with me. That's why I'm crying.

He looked at me as if he heard something ridiculous on what I said. Then his lips curved in a sardonic smile.

"It's not funny, Oxygen!" I squealed.

"Tumawa ba ko?" His brows shot up, still with deadpan smile I'm starting to hate this man even more. "Halika dito, Gabbana. May ipapakita ako sayo."

I looked at him with my eyes blinded by tears, he moved his gaze back to what he had on the screen of his computer. He seemed busy yet waiting for me to make a move as he pleased. Hesitantly, I took a few steps until I reached his side. I made sure to leave some space in between, I'm sure I don't stink but shame, I haven't had shower for more than twenty four hours.

"Lumapit ka, para kang tanga. Hindi na lihim sakin 'yang hindi ka naligo, hindi naman ako mag-rereklamo sa amoy mo. Hindi mo ko kagayang reklamador." Leave it to Oxygen, he'll speak more than needed. He's navigating something and he motioned me to the screen of his laptop with his hand.

Though I'm annoyed, I scooted closer. Inching nearer to Oxygen means smelling his invigorating scent. Should I cover my nose, I'm starting to believe that it has a power that rendered my brain thinking prohibited thoughts.

"Nakita mo ba 'yan?" He asked, letting me scan things written on the screen.

Those were the names of people I'm not familiar with. I turned my head left only to catch him looking at me, as if waiting for my reaction. I gave him a frown.

"My mother is a philanthropist, she uses her and my father's excess to put up several foundations. A women's rights activist and my father is a lawyer. I could say that she knows how to use her advances, not for herself but to help those who are in need." He said, I have no idea why he's telling me these things but all I do is to look at his mouth the moment he started uttering words. Damn, this guy should start speaking his mother tongue because how fluent and smooth the English words slipped off his mouth is illegal! "And these, Gabbana..."

He tore his gaze on me and shifted it to the screen of his computer, I did the same. His index finger touched the monitor, going up and down through the listed names.