THE OLD ME BACK

Chapter 49

I'm still looking at him while he is falling asleep. There's a sudden question that asks me if how if he will get tired of me soon. How if one day, everything has changed like he doesn't care at me anymore? Like he doesn't know me at all. Could I blame him?

"Denzel, wake up," I whisper him on his ears while my face is so close to his. He still nores which manifests that he is in deep sleep. But he wakes up all of a sudden after I whisper on him again. He is really surprised by seeing me very close to him.

"Don't you ever kiss me," he says right away then he rolls his body over the floor to other direction.

"Of course I won't. Don't be assuming, dude." Right away he laughs for what I got to utter.

"Then what's the thing you just did a while ago? Perhaps you're already thinking of how you will get me while I'm asleep," he says again while controlling his laughter now.

"Oh really? How handsome and hot you are huh!"

"You're just denying it."

"Why would I deny that if it's really true?" I ask him, a little bit triggered now. Gosh, he has too much confidence in himself!

"You're too serious bwahaha!"

While his cheeks are now getting red because of too much laughter, I just lift my other eyebrow on him.

"Do you think it's funny?" I ask, which makes him stops laughing. He goes back near me but I choose to get up from the floor right away, and go straight to the kitchen. He follows me then. To my surprise, he hugs me at my back which takes almost a minute before he let go of me. What a tight hug it is.

"Why did you do that?" I ask when I turn my eyes to him. I act as if I'm really mad.

He just smiles and gives me a peace sign. In that way, I find him cute when he did that.

But wait. Does he really think I could be gotten by him through his hug?

"I find you two perfect match," commented by Yves who is about to be done preparing for our lunch. "But for now, let's eat our lunch together."

"Right! I'm already hungry." Denzel sits down already and takes rice on his plate. I am shocked when he puts rice on my plate and chicken estofado which is Yves' specialty.

"So sweet!" Yves feels giddy after seeing Denzel guides me to sit down on a vacant chair. What does he think of me? Can't I walk and bend my knees?

After our lunch, Denzel wants us to go to the downtown for a walk. I realize I haven't gone there for over two weeks since the last time I went there when my parents sent money to my bank account. Gosh, I badly miss my mom and dad. I have no updates about them lately. I suddenly get my phone to dial my mom but unfortunately, her number is busy.

"Move now, Alesha. It's already four."

Hurriedly, I take bath first before he. I am instantly attacked after hanging my towel on the wall. I can't control myself but to be carried away by my emotions while I'm in the bathroom.

How could not they give such little time to call me if I'm still fine? They didn't even visit me in my apartment if I'm comfortable here without them.

Did I really make the horrible mistake that made them not to miss me even just a little bit? Are they really busy for other things that they didn't even notice I am already left behind?

Argh! I don't want to overthink again. It really makes me crazy.

After taking a bath for almoat an hour, I quickly wear my comfortable style which is loosened shirt and pants. Next is his turn to bathe and change clothes while I'm looking myself on the mirror.

"That's how I see the old you, Alesha. When we were in first year in St. Jude."

"Why did you say so?"

He smile which causes to appear his dimple. "I've been your stalker from the very start in St. Jude. You were wearing loosened shirt and pants, a bare-faced look and with eyeglasses."

What he just said makes me glad and may day got brightened up. I never knew there's someone who would notice you that time you feel outcast and unloved.

His appearance today is so manly. Upon looking at him, I can't have the idea that he's really an immature then given the fact he's still young.

"You two, where are you going?" Yves blocks the way out of the apartment and gives us each of his stare.

"We will date," Denzel answers while smiling. I abruptly tap his shoulder because of shock. "Yes, we will date. Right, Alesha?"

"Can I go with you? Don't worry, I won't bother you two. I just don't want to be left here, alone."

"And why do you want to go with us?" I ask frankly.

"I want to see with my two eyes how these two famous date each other."

"We will be sweet. You will just get envied, so you better be left here," jokingly, Denzel says.

"Hey, I just want to go with you, guys. I feel bored here. My friend are lazy of going out of their houses so I have no one to be with."

"No. It's an exclusive date. Just the two of us," Denzel insists so he pulls Yves in and pushes him to the living room.

"I just want to go with you guys. Hey!"

"One of these days. But not now."

"Just this time we'll have bonding."

"I said no!" Denzel still insists so Yves has done nothing but to accept it with opposition of his will.

"I hope it rains!" Yves shouts that make us laugh. We see him going to his room, acting as if mad, but I know it's just his drama.

"Why are you smiling that way?" He asks when silence reigns for a while. Currently, we're already walking together on the roadside going to the downtown when he glimpses at me I never notice.

"Huh?" My smile starts to fade out when I turn my attention to him from the cars that pass by.

"I saw you smiling. A kind of smile that tells genuine happiness."

"I'm just happy," I state as I go with his feet while walking. Every time I step ahead, his masculine perfume chases me that I become so addicted now to hit. "I'm happy that you never give up in insisting yourself to me. You didn't stop chasing me."

We both look at each other after saying those words which cause him to smile again. "It's because of you Alesha why I did that. Yes, that's true. I know you really need someone even if you're trying to be strong and independent. I want you in my life and I don't want to lose you even if I can't own you yet. And most importantly," he stops then looks at me straight, which windows of his soul captures my full attention. "You're worthy of my patience, Alesha."