My 500-Year-Old Boyfriend (M5YOB)

25-Who We're Looking For

Shit.Shit.Shit.

“Ano ba namang buhay ito? Ilang kamalasan pa ba ang susunod?” nasabi ko na lang sa sarili ko.

“There’s no bad luck if you have a positive attitude,” komento ni Koln a muntik ko nang makalimutan ang presensya sa tabi ko.

“You’re kidding, right? I got into a fight with my bestfriends, nahuli tayo ng boss ko sa awkward position at napagkamalan pa niya tayong...” I trailed not sure how to say the last word.

“Couple,” he supplied.

“Iyon na iyon. At lastly, binibigyan niya ko ng less than a day na palugit para sa sinusulat ko. E ni wala pa nga akong nasisimulan. Sabihin mo nga, may mas lalala pa ba sa araw ko?”

“There is. A hundred year sleep inside a dark basement, without knowledge where my siblings are, is like a hundred year death.”

Huff. “Oo na. Mas masaklap ang pinagdaanan mo, pero para sa isang ordinaryong taong kagaya ko, mahirap na ang pinagdadaanan ko.”

“Isn’t it that you have the same work with Nath? Why is it that he’s not bothered as much as you?” Loko to ah. Down na nga ako tapos ganyan pa.

“Dahil magaling siya!! Pwede ba, huwag mo kaming icompare!”

“Why don’t you just let me help you then?” May punto siya. Maybe I could use his offer.

“Sinabi mo iyan a.” Hayy. The perks of being a writer. Deadline beater ako. Ang motto ko? Better late than never. I know it’s rude, pero hindi kasi ako kagaya ng ibang writer na nagpipilit magsulat para bumenta. Mas ginaganahan akong magsulat kapag gusto ko ang ginagawa ko.

Hayy. Slow writer talaga ako. Speaking of which, total contrast ko naman itong si Kol lalo sa ginawa niya kanina. Sobrang bilis. “Bakit mo nga pala ko itinakbo kanina?” nakakunot-noong tanong ko.

“Well, you asked if I’m done with the household chores at the unit and I said yes, but you seem to be in disbelief when I said that, so I carried you and run so fast, to prove how fast I can do those tasks.”

Napatango ako. “Ah, so that’s how fast you can do it.” But my eye widened at him. And I smirked. “Still, you followed me and even if it was not a direct violation of our deal, you do forgot that one of the rules say that my acquaintances should not see you. My employer just did.”

“I’m guilty,” he pouted. Awwww. Cute.

I snickered. “Hindi ko alam na dakilang stalker ka.”

“Probably because I’m not.”

“Hindi ano? Stalker o dakila?”

“Both thing.” Suddenly his face fell. He held his newly band-aided scar on his cheek.

“Masakit ba? Sorry ah?” I guiltily mustered trying to feel for his cheek.

“It’s okay,” he assured me. “He’s here.”

“Klaus?” I asked but he looked back.

When I looked at where his gaze is, a man’s figure suddenly surfaced.