I've been calling the executor's contact number the attorney gave me but the operator's always telling me that the phone number is out of reach. Ang pangalan ng executor ni Dad ay Avelino Montenegro, the attorney told me that he's a good friend of my Dad way back in their college days. But the only thing that the attorney could give me was his phone number. Not even his address or other contact informations.
Dumukmo ako sa nag-iisang desk sa loob ng aking kwarto dito sa hotel na tinutuluyan ko. I cannot afford to avail another condo unit here since wala naman akong balak na magtagal dito. I just need to talk to the executor. After I settled everything, babalik din ako sa Barcelona.
Then suddenly I got my hopes up when I heard my phone beeped for a message.
Troy:
Can I call?
Too much expectation can kill, really. I ignored his message. Akala ko ay kung sinong importante na ang nagpadala ng mensahe, iyon pala'y siya lang.
I reached for the cup noodle that was set aside beside me, waiting for the warm water to cook the noodles. Since I don't have much appetite tonight, nagtiis ako sa cup noodles. May pambili naman ako pero tinatamad akong magluto o magpadeliver ng kahit ano.
The message tone got my whole attention again.
Troy:
I'll call then..
Bahala siya kung ano ang gusto niyang gawin sa buhay niya. I have so many problems to worry about and he's the least person I want to talk to.
He kept his word and seconds later, my noisy ringtone broke the silence of the room. I completely ignored it and waited for it to cease.
He doesn't know when to quit. I already told him that I have no plans on coming back to him, bakit hindi niya maintindihan 'yon?
In his tenth attempt to call me, pagod at iritado kong sinagot ang tawag niya.
"Hindi pa ba malinaw na ayaw kitang kausapin? Troy, I have so many problems right now, pupwede bang huwag ka nang dumagdag?" Hinilot ko ang aking sintido habang pinangangaralan siya sa kabilang linya.
Binuklat ko ang mga folders na ibinigay sa akin ng attorney. These are Daddy's files na maaari raw makatulong sa akin. But these are just files about payments, tax returns, and other dossier of financial records.
"Can I visit you?" Aniya sa kabilang linya, ignoring my words a while ago. His voice is sensually husky, how is that? Is this some sort of a trick again?
"No."
I skimmed the files thoroughly, even though my mind is focused on somewhere.
"Can I come in?"
"No--what??" Napaangat ako ng tingin at inintindi ang huling sinabi niya.
And then I heard the door creaked and his head protruded. Nasa tainga ang phone niya nang bigkasing muli ang mga salitang "Can I come in?"
Nilawakan niya pa ang awang ng pintuan at ipinakita sa akin ang bitbit na paperbag. May brand ng isang pamosong restaurant doon. He came in even without my permission.
Kailan pa siya nasa labas ng pintuan? And how the hell did he know about this hotel? Bakit lahat nalang ng tungkol sa akin ay nalalaman niya? Stalker ba ito?
Pumasok siya. Agad na naningkit ang mga mata ko sa kakisigan niya kahit na plain white shirt at jeans lang naman ang suot niya. Nothing particularly special nor noticeable in his clothes. Eyemagnet lang talaga ang hinayupak.
"Troy, what is the meaning of this?" Pagtataray ko sa kanya kahit na naaakit na ako sa mukhang masasarap na pagkaing laman ng paperbag.
"I brought you food." He smiled genuinely that's why I felt a little guilty. But I didn't told him to do these boyfriend-duties for me! Fuck! Wala sa tamang lugar itong ginagawa niya.

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Masked Pleasure (BxB) ✔
RomanceSimon, haunted by a turbulent upbringing and a profound sense of abandonment, finds solace in his rebellious nature. However, his path takes an unexpected turn when he crosses paths with Troy, a charismatic yet troubled individual grappling with the...