The Identity Of The Sinful Miracle

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"Hah . . ." I sigh.

Meh~ Boring.

I'm now lying on my bed, para bang 'T' style na higa.

Staring at the ceiling of my room, I'm thinking that he is home again. I'm not really expecting him to come here in Philippines this early. And hindi ko alam na sa Imperial University siya nag-aaral.

"Hah . . ." I sigh loudly. And then, dumapa ako sa kama. Actually, kanina pa ako pagulong-gulong dito sa ibabaw ng kama ko.

Ang tagal kasi ni Nate. I got bored waiting for him. Dadalaw raw siya sa 'kin ngayong gabi. What if, mamayang midnight?

Nah. I won't let him enter if ever.

I yawn as I reflect all the things I did a while ago—the time that I was waiting for Nate.

I had already ate my dinner; I had finished cleaning my body; I had even done brushing my teeth.

Gee. Why does he have to take so long? I also did all my evening rituals an hour ago.

I think, I finished doing my take home works for about a couple of hours ago. After that, I ate my snacks; and at the same time, I finished the half of the book Every Last Words.

I yawn again as I glance at the digital clock on my side table.

And unexpectedly, the doorbell rings. Oh. He arrives here at exactly 19:30 PM.

I stand up to my bed. My body is so lazy to move, and I'm sleepy already. I stretch my body for a bit and head towards the door.

And it's really Nathan. He's now currently waiting outside. Well, his face is showing here in the security cam.

I open the door for him, and he welcomes me with a big smile. "Hime."

"Nate." I greet with a deadpan tone.

"Oh? What's with that face?" He asks innocently.

"Nothing." I shrug off.

He facepalms, "Sungit mo." and enter inside. "Pretty nifty, huh." I hear Nate mumble as he checks the whole penthouse.

"Do you want to eat dinner?"

"No, don't bother."

"Why, so?" I inquire him, as we went to my living area and sat on the sofa bed.

"I ate dinner with the gang." He answers and sits beside me with a grunt. Nate immediately wraps an arm on my shoulders and asks, "How's my Hime?"

"Well, I'm fine." I answer and fall my head on his shoulder. "So you're a leader of a gang now?"

"Haha, yes. Why?"

"You never told me about your gang members."

"Oh, yes." He mutters with innocent face. "As far as I can remember, you never wanted to meet my gang."

Meh. At that time, I really don't care about the Cold Warriors. As long as I live, I will be fine.

I click my tongue. I admit that. I'm an anti-social geek. "Wala lang. I'm expecting that your members will be manlier."

"Why, Hime?" He cuts me off, "Are they not manly?"

"No."

"So they are not?" Nathan asks in dull tone and face.