Loving my Ex

Chapter 12: Practice cooking :)

Dress ni Paris sa taas. :)

POV ni Paris

"Paris, are you ready?" - Ms. Ayna

"Ah, yes. I'm ready."

Kung nagtataka kayo kung nasan ako. Well, i'm here sa backstage. Why? Kase ngayon kami irerecognize ni Tristan as the official school representatives for the culinary cup. Ang dami ngang chuchu e. Feeling ko naman di na kailangan ng ganito.

Btw, naririnig ko na ngayon si Principal na nagsspeech. Mukang malapit na kaming tawagin pero nasan na ba si Tristan? *look look look* Asan na yon?

"Paris, where's Tristan? Malapit na kayong tawagin a." Sabi ni Ms. Ayna. Sya yung chairwoman ng department namin. Sya din yung makakasama namin sa Malaysia.

"Ah-eh, mam--"

"I'm here!" Biglang pumasok si Tristan na mukang hinihingal pa.

"Ok. Just stay here and wait for my signal kung lalabas na kayo." Ms. Ayna said and left to fix some stuff.

"Oy san ka ba galing? Bat ngayon ka lang? Saka bat ka hinihingal? Oh, tubig." Sabi ko saka inabot sa kanya yung bottled water na nasa tabi ko.

Ininom muna nya yon saka sumagot.

"I was at Raine's. She's having her tantrums about me going to Malaysia."

I rolled my eyes. "Tss. In short, nagiinarte."

He just smiled at my reaction. "By the way, you look cute in that dress.

I felt my cheeks blushed. Good thing tinawag na kami sa stage. Kaya di nya napansin ang pamumula ko.

Sa stage, nagpakilala lang kami and promised that we will do our best to win.

Pagtapos non, palabas na sana ko ng tawagin ako ni Tristan.

"Oh?"

"About the practice cookings? When will we start?"

Ay. Oo nga pala. It's already October 22 today, we will be going to Malaysia on November 8. Almost two weeks from now. Dun kasi kami magstay hanggang sa mismong competition para maging komportable kami. Conditioning, ganon.

"Hm. Are you free today? We can use our kitchen. And, another thing we have to go to the supermarket for the ingredients, right?"

"Ok, i think we better go now. Then let's just have lunch somewhere. Time consuming than umuwi pa tayo."

"Oo nga no! Naisip mo yon. Tara na!"

We rode together in his car. After 10 minutes. Nasa supermarket na kami when he started talking.

"Paris, how do you feel about going to Malaysia?" He asked as we look for ingredients. Kahit ano lang, wala naman kasi kaming specific na lulutuin. Practice lang.

I looked at him as I put two cans of milk sa cart namin.

"Excited syempre. Medyo kinakabahan. Ikaw? Db natry mo na to last year?"

He looked down.

And yes. You read it right. This was the same competition na pinagawayan namin dati.

"No. This is my first time, too."

I looked at him. Confusion written on my face.

"This is my first time, too, Paris. I have never competed this cup before."

"B-but you were----" i can't speak. I don't know what to say.

"I was gone? Yes. But not because of the cup. It was because Uncle George died. He lives in L.A remember?" He said as he continued picking up stuffs.

Wait. What? Hindi sya tumuloy sa competition and yet, i was there. mad at him and judging him things i believe he can never be. What the hell?

"I thought you--oh hell. What did i do!?" I said while my head's down. Then a tear fell.

"Paris. It's ok, we both shared mistakes. I didn't tell you about it so there's really no point of blaming yourself. It's all in the past so let it stay there." He said and then lifted my chin up. He wiped my tears.

He smiled as if asking me to smile for him too. And so i smiled.

"Let's go." And then we continued with the grocery.

He keeps on cracking jokes kahit ang corny naman nya. And i know why. He's just cheering me up. At tagumpay naman sya. I laughed out loud. Well, di dahil sa joke kundi dahil sa kakornihan.

"there. You look more beautiful when you smile." Taz inayos nya yung bangs ko.

Parang narinig ko na yung linyang yon a. Hmm, san nga ba?

After paying all our stuffs. We went at Tokyo Tokyo to have lunch. And then, We headed straight to my house.

Pagdating pa lang namin sa bahay, nagkamustahan sila ni mama habang inaayos ko yung mga gagamitin namin sa kitchen.

"Oh, Paris, maiwan ko na muna kayo at magbabayad pa ko ng bills. Kayo nang bahala dito ok?" Sabi ni Mama habang kinukuha yung purse nya sa may cabinet.

"K ma. Ingat ka ha." Sabi ko naman na bahagya lang lumingon.

"Tristan! Lika na dito. Let's start."

Lumapit naman sya saka nagtanong kung anong lulutuin.

"Uhh. Actually, experimental tayo ngayon. Kailangan nating magkaron ng sarili nating recipe." Sabi ko habang nakasandal sa may countertop.

"So, what will we use? Pork? Beef? Chicken?"

"I think we'll go for chicken. Mukang mas madaming pedeng gawin sa manok e."

Nagsimula na kaming magexperiment.

And guess what? Here we go with these fcking memories again.

Umiling iling ako para alisin sa isip ko yung mga ala alang yon.

Then I heared his phone ring. He excused himself to answer the call.

"Hello?"

I can still hear him talk to his phone dahil di naman sya lumabas ng kitchen.

"Raine, you see. I need this. This is an opportunity i have to grab."

I heard him say. I pretended na hindi ako nakikinig. I just continued deboning the chicken.

"Ok. Let's talk about it later. Love you too."

"Ouch! Sht!" i accidentally cut my finger with this fcking knife.

"You okay?" He asked me. Nagulat nlng ako na nasa tabi ko na sya and he held my hand to see the cut. "This is bleeding. Ang lalim ng cut. Let's wash this first." then he pulled my hand gently to the faucet. "Bat kasi di ka nagiingat---blah blah blah."

He was still speaking while washing my hands. Pero dko maintindihan. All that I am aware of is that I am so damned close to him right now. I was still busy staring at him when he gently poked my cheeks.

"Paris? Does it still hurt? Paris?"

"Yes. It still hurts." I felt tears running down my cheeks. I was actually not referring to the cut in my hand but the cut in my heart.

The next thing I knew?

I kissed him. Hard. On the lips.

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