I drove myself home and took a bath. Drink a milk and took a moment for a nap. I was surprised by my alarm that I had setted just before I slept. I fixed my self and have dressed. Like what she said I disguised myself, a usual thing to do as a Rhoderick Monteclaro, the wildest-hottest actor living in this country.
But this time its more than the usual.
I wear a jacket with hood's up, Shades that covers my marbalic eyes. I did reminding my mens that if they will going to follow me I'll shoot them in the head. I took my car alone and headed to the place.
When I got in there i immediately go through the table where I can see her waiting for me and her eyes seems like she's telling herself, 'That boy is damn late.'
She's seriously gorgeous. She loves to wear red fit dressed like a bloody-fairy in the mist. She change nothing to herself since we were kids.
"I'm here." I said smilingly stating the obvious as I sat at the chair face to her.
"What's taking so long?" she didn't bother herself looking at me instead she took her cellphone out of her hand-sling bag. "You're always like before, making me wait in any kind of situation." she faced me chinned up.
"Begging me to say sorry?" I asked with a wide smile.
"No, not at all. You're not a type of a guy that lowered his pride for anyone, right?" she returned me a smile.
"You really know me a lot." then I set my face looks serious. "What was it?" I asked direct to the purpose.
"Well," umayos siya ng upo then she looked at me so straight in the eye. "As I told you before, I hired a private detective to help you searching those stupid people that are now supposed to be assasinated." she took a sigh. I raise my brow up. "I already knew that." then she blow it back.
"I sent the detective in California the moment I recieved the information that they are staying there. And I was right, we were right."
"Did you find them?" I asked, unnoticing that I slowly forming a fist leaning right in my lap below the table.
"What do you think, why'd called you here?" she asked like she's telling me that I'm a slow guesser living in this effin world.
"I don't play guessing games. Just tell the hell out." I calmly said never missing the smile I just curved since I got here.
"Well, wag mong ibuhos sa akin ang galit mo sa kanila. Speak to me well, Rhod." she pleaded.
"I told you before not to call me in that name." I hate it when someone is calling me by the first syllable of my name. She's the only girl calling me in that kind of shit.
"I'm not me if I'm not calling you that way."she chuckled. "Try to be calm and be good sometimes."
"When did I became so good to anyone?" I asked like there is an answer in my question.
