The Badass Babysitter [The Final Kick]

Chapter 8: Havoc

CHAPTER EIGHT 

  
SOUTHERN BENEDICTO
 
 

Kahit hindi sabihin ni Genesis, alam kong may tinatago siya sa akin. Ramdam ko, sa boses palang niya alam ko ng may mabigat itong dinadala na hindi niya lang masabi sa akin. In-expect ko na rin naman na tatawag siya ng madaling araw, halos araw-araw niya itong ginagawa at walang palya. At sa t'wing nasa dulo na ang pasensya ko sa pag-iisturbo niya ng tulog ko, nawawala lahat ang inis ko sa t'wing naririnig ko ang boses niya.

He's hiding something from me, that's for sure. Alam kong may mabigat na rason kung bakit niya tinatago sa akin at kahit ano pang dahilan na iyon, maiintindihan ko siya. Matatanggap ko ito dahil ganoon ko siya kamahal. I know Genesis, and he wasn't the type of man who hide something for selfishness, he always consider everyone around him. Kung para sa ikabubuti ng lahat ang ginagawa niya, so be it.

H'wag lang babae ang tinatago niya sa akin dahil talagang hu-hunting-in ko sila kahit saang lupalop pa sila magtungo. Pero hindi naman siguro nambabae si Genesis, 'di ba?

Pinilig ko ang ulo. Now, now, South, have faith in him. Hindi iyon magloloko dahil patay na patay iyon sa'yo. Pagkumbinsi ko sa sarili.

Ginulo ko ang buhok at marahang tinampal ang mukha. It's too early for negativity. Mabuti pa makapag jogging na. Nagkakamot ng likod akong tumungo sa banyo at naligo at magbihis ng itim na jogging pants at grey sweatshirt. Matapos kong itali ang buhok ay lumabas na ako ng bahay.

I jog for thirty minutes then went straight to our fitness center inside the mansion. Hindi na ako nagulat ng makitang nakabukas ito at may gurang na nagboboxing mag-isa sa ring. Napangisi ako at nag-suot ng kulay itim na boxing gloves bago umakyat sa ring. I punch my knuckles together, creating a thump sound.

"Oh, trying to beat me, huh? You know you won't win against me" he smirked and position himself to a boxing stance.

I tsked and follow his stance. Left foot forward, shoulder-width apart and bringing my dominant fist up.

"If you let your elbows flare out, it leaves your body exposed," he says. I quickly keep my elbows close, touching my ribs. "Keeping your elbows tucked also increases the power of your punches."

"Noted, Pacman" I banter.

Sumimangot ito na parang hindi sang-ayon sa sinabi ko. "Muhammad Ali, sweetheart," he corrected.

Napailing nalang ako at agad sinimulan ng jab punch. It's not a powerful blow but instead I bait it to set up another punch. I delivered a cross punch which he quickly dodge. I gritted my teeth on how he swiftly sway his body to avoid my powerful punches. Ngisi-ngisi pa ang matanda na parang nag-eenjoy.

Ngumisi din ako matapos gumawa ng ibang tactic. Using my hips and legs for power, I deliver a punch coming from the side straight onto his cheek.

"Ouch!"

I snigger then Jab-cross-hook punch him. He covered his face with his gloves as I advances and he keeps on stepping back. I almost throw a triumphant smile when I thought I cornered him but to my surprise, he bend his knee making me blow the air than him. Hindi pa man ako nakakabawi sa gulat ay nasuntok na niya ang tagilian ko. It's not painful but it's enough for me to lost my track.

Ngayon ay nag-iba na kami ng trabaho. I covered my head with my gloves as he delivered blow-by-blow straight onto my arms and side. His lighting jab stings my arms and side repeatedly. He was the one cornering me. Napamura nalang ako nang tumama and likod ko sa rope habang sinasangga pa rin ang mga suntok niya. Hindi ako makabawi!