Favorite Oblivion

Chapter XI

"STOP DOING that," Carlos scolded me. I just gave him a glare and continued arranging too many anti-histamine medicines in the cabinet. I heard him tsk-ed. "Pinagdasal ko pang sana magtrabaho ka na lang kaysa magmukmok tapos nasobrahan ka naman ngayon. Ganiyan ba talaga kalala ang epekto sa 'yo ng Angela na 'yon?"

"Stop mentioning her name," I warned him.

"Bakit hindi mo i-search? Ipahanap mo. Marami kang tanong tungkol sa ex mong si Alira, baka siya ang makasagot. Kung wala kang paki roon dahil two years na, kahit man lang malinawagan ka kapag nagka-usap kayo sa personal ni Ang—ow! Okay. Sorry." He just stopped when I was about to throw him the stethoscope snaked on me.

"Wala akong panahon para sa mga taong piniling lumayo. Hindi ko na problema ang problema niya." I nuzzled the tip of my middle finger, trying to fleet the idea of Angela in my mind.

It has been a week since G-gela... Gela left. Parang biglang hindi na lang siya nag-exist. Hindi na siya nagparamdam. Wala akong narinig na kahit na ano sa kaniya. After we had sex, she just left me with that letter.

I sighed. Carl patted my shoulder and it made me look at him. I gave him a questioning look so he chuckled. "The Zac I know will never make someone such a big deal, especially a girl," he stated which made me narrowed my brows.

"Am I selfish?"

"Nope. You just don't mind about girls who wants attention." He chortled. "But seriously, maybe no, maybe yes. Hindi kita laging kasama pero sa pagkakakilala ko sa 'yo, you won't do anything that will harm you or someone else."

We both stopped but Carl, again, called my attention as he slightly pushed me. "Kaya dapat diyan mag-bar tayo."

"Papayagan ka ni Phoebe?" Pinaningkitan ko na naman siya ng mga mata.

"Siyempre isasama ko girlfriend ko," he replied. May dinukot siya sa bulsa niya at inilapag 'yon sa office table ko.

A ticket in a well-known bar.

"Ano tara na. Peform kami."

I WAS about to cover my ears when we entered the bar but I tried to loosen up and chill. Kailangan kong enjoy-in ang gabing 'to para naman kahit isang araw, maipahinga ko ang image na inaalagaan ko sa loob at labas ng ospital.

"Doon ang seat natin!" Phoebe pointed to the biggest sofa at the center front. It's a modern U shaped one in sand beige color.

I looked around the place. Unlike the usual type of bar, this one looked like premium. The overall set up screamed elegance and showed acoustic vibe. Dim lights on high chairs at every corner but there were strobe lights and spotlights for stage and table set ups. Hindi rin magulo ang mga tao. They're behave and only the ushers were roaming around. Palakpakan at modulated na cheer lang ang maririnig mo bukod sa sound ng bands at ambient music na pinapatugtog kapag walang nagsasalita sa microphone.

We then finally reached our spot. Everyone greeted us. Phoebe and Carl sat on the other side while I was forced to take the seat nearest to accompany. Samanta immediately sat to where I did. She even snaked her arms on my body from beside. I just gulped, trying to keep it cool. "You like it here?" she flirtatiously whispered.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess. Just don't do nasty things, Sam." I gave her a warming look. She then smiled. She gave me an okay reaction and faced the other people on the same spot. Ganoon din ang ginawa ko para makihalubilo sa kanila.