Adoring Your Soul

Kabanata 24

Kabanata 24

Family

I left her pity-fucked-face hanging shocked there. It's been days since me and Archer got into a fight, and I'm not going to let these things flutter around us. I've obviously had enough, and I don't care whether he wants to touch me after apologizing. Ni hindi na ako takot sa mga ganoong bagay. I am very much at ease beside him, with him, and around him. It's miraculous and somewhat funny that we were pulled out of the quarrel, and now we're here, liking each other and, most of the time, making out.

I realized that I don't want another man to fill the void in my ego and mind. We're both vulnerable for certain reasons, and it was weird that I liked it that way.

How is it possible that a demure ingénue who used to dislike the norm was already in sync with it? I used to dislike referring to the phrase "make love" as "fuck" or fucking. Hindi ko gusto 'yon. I'll never like that. I'll never refer to making love as "fucking," even though I am the most vocal opponent of the word "love." There are certain reasons why I don't want to refer to it with that word. Wala naman ako sa palengke o eskenita. I am not even in a bar to use those wild words. May binabagayan ang lahat ng bagay. At ang pagiging barumbado sa pangunahing-uri na lugar, ay hindi tama. Archer's favourite so-called friend is the only one who loves to be trashy and rebellious. And I am sure, even if she says the most rebellious and wild sentences or words in the whole universe, Archer would never like her like how he likes me because I am Leilohana and she is Winnie.

I left the room that Archer paid for. Hindi magandang nalalayo ako sa fiancé ko. Pauwi na kami. We should make things clearer.

At that point, where I was standing, I thought of the money I was receiving. I think I'll never care for the money, not even in my shallow, naive perspective about love. I dislike those rebellious words to define love or make love, but I am fine using them with Archer. I don't know if he is my significant other, but I have to admit that I am into him: not into, into, or very much into him. Kalmado, walang pagkalito, at hindi minamadali. That is how healthy it is.

I walked down the hallway and didn't knock on the door. Agad kong binuksan iyon at nagulat nang wala siyang suot pang-itaas, kaliligo lang.

"Sorry!" I almost shouted and slammed the door shut.

He didn't say anything after a few minutes. I rolled my eyes and opened the door again. He was already wearing a . . . uniform? He was wearing a white polo that was folded along the way to his elbow. He wasn't fixing the buttons, so I walked toward him and gawked at him. I cocked my head, slightly amused by his . . . normal yet attractive look. He looked fine with disheveled, damp hair.

Pagod siyang tiningnan ako, kinukuwestyon kung bakit nakatayo lang ako sa harapan niya habang tumititig. He seemed oblivious because of what I was doing. I bit my lip and made up my mind. I slowly moved my body and found myself seated on top of him; on his lap.

I gave him a naughty smile and stared at his messy hair. "Handsome."

"Really, Lohana."

"Really handosme." I said this while ignoring his deflection, or was it even a deflection?Or was it because I was seated on his lap?

I smirked at that thought, but I kept that smirk to myself. I started fastening his buttons at the lower part of his polo. "How many have I left?" I asked.

"Two."

I pouted for a bit to check if it was fine. Tumango ako sa aking sarili at inayos ang kanyang kuwelyo. When it was done, I smiled at him and bit my lower lip because of his bored expression. Para bang ayaw niya kung nasaan ako nakaupo.