Ako ang Iyong Tahanan (ON GOING)

Chapter XII

"I am telling you, you'll have a hard time cleaning the car seat," my arms are crossed as I look on the windshield's direction.

Jayden's car smells so good, it's filled with his cologne's odor. It also looks neat like how it was on the outside.

"It's okay, pinapalinis ko lang naman 'yan," he said while checking the side mirror, he's already parking the car.

He brought me to his condo. He just told me that he already moved out of their house, so he's now leaving alone. It was his mom's decision for him since he's already past 18. So, kahit labag sa loob niya, wala siyang magawa kundi sumunod.

Ever since I got inside his car, I felt anxious. It was just awkward being around him with no one else around.

"You know you could've just drop me home. I mean it's your fans' fault, not yours. I'm not blaming you at all," I told him before he pressed the 9th button on the elevator.

He didn't say a word. He was just leaning on the elevator with his hands on his pocket. Even though he won't say anything, it's obvious that he feels sorry for me. I smell like cola and I look horrible, yet, he chose to bring me with him.

"Get in," he commanded me as he made his way inside before me.

I just stood by the corner and observed his unit. Ayoko naman maging feeling at home at baka madumihan pa 'yung couch niya. The view of the enormous buildings is visible from up here because of the huge window that's sitting at the front of his mini living room. Much of the place was light gray; his sofa, the walls, and the furniture. Sobrang minimal lang nung decors ng place, pero maganda. It's actually quite big for a college student's unit. And just like his car, his place also smells amazing.

"I have no extra clothes," I tried to break the silence because he seemed to forgot about my existence.

He's already sitting on the couch with his phone and I'm still here, standing by the corner, hindi niya man lang ako inayang umupo.

I thought Filipinos are raised to be hospitable? Even I, who grew up in San Francisco was taught that way.

"I know, nagpabili na ako," he responded while he's still busy doing something on his phone.

I'm starting to hate my position here, I already feel sticky. Maybe this was his plan all along, to make me stand  around on his unit like an ornament.

"Matagal pa 'ba? I feel so sticky already."

Just when I said that, someone rang the doorbell.

"Hold on, dito ka lang," he went towards the front door.

"Thank you, Kuya Oliver," he said just before he shut the door.

He handed me a paper bag with clothes inside.

"Uhhh thanks pero..." I grabbed the paper bag and closed my eyes to contemplate first.

I'm aware he bought clothes for me but I'm not sure if he got me panty and bra too. I don't know how to choose the right words to tell him.

"What?"

"I'm not sure if you..."

"Spill it."

"Basa 'rin kasi yung undies ko," I almost whispered.

He bit his lip to stop his laughter. Parang gusto ko siyang tadyakan, nakakaasar 'yung pigil niya eh.

He cleared his throat, "Meron sa loob, but I'm not sure if it fits you."