A Far-fetched Love ✓

AFL 03

Psychology graduate ako at kasama sa mga pinag-aralan namin ang suicidal tendencies. Never have I entertained any thoughts of morbidities like strangling myself to death nor beheading myself, not until I entered the condo unit of the son of Mr. Matteo.

It was only then when I thought of my last conversation with his father.

"Sir, what if he won't fall for me, but I, myself did?"

"That's no longer under my control, Ms. Vasquez. Bearing with the consequences is the least thing you could do, and the only means I could think of."

His son undeniably piqued my femaleness without a hitch the first time I laid my eyes on him. Not to mention the fact that he looked familiar to me, so it was probably the second pique around. And that was when I knew I should prepare myself for a possible journey to a one-sided love.

Or if worst comes to worst, I might end up beheading myself for being unable to forget such a flauntingly good looking man.

Cheska must be right, marupok nga yata talaga ako, I mumbled in mind as I guided myself to sit at his white leather sofa.

Iginala ko ang mga mata ko sa loob ng condo n'ya. Everything was well kept and white, it must be his cup of tea. No scattered clothes can be seen on the floor like the usual scenario a woman might see if she visits her man's place. No unwanted smell of cigars nor alcohol; all I could smell was his enticing mannish perfume though he was seated a meter away from me.

His throaty sound put me back to my senses. I turned to look at him and our gazes locked.

Jusko, kahit hindi na ako paswelduhin gagawin ko nang bukal sa loob ang pagpapa-fall sa baklang 'to.

"Are you done roaming your eyes around my home?" he asked.

"Ye-yes po, Sir," I stammered.

"Are you done salivating over my excessive handsomeness?"

Ay wow, iba ang confidence ni bakla.

"If you're through, then would you mind removing your sandals? I hate people who are ignorant of a ship shaped surrounding." He lowered his gaze on my feet.

"S-sorry, Sir..." Dali-dali kong tinanggal ang sandals na suot ko at pinunasan ko pa ang sahig gamit ang face towel mula sa bulsa ng shorts ko.

"Thanks," he said. "You can put those on the shoe rack located at the doorway."

Tumayo ako at nagpunta sa may pintuan para ilagay ang sandals ko. Ayos na ayos ang mga sapatos n'ya ro'n, parang mga bago pa kung hindi lang makikita ang dumi ng soles.

Bumalik din kaagad ako sa kinauupuan ko nang matapos kong gawin ang inutos n'ya.

"My father wrapped-up every detail that I need to know about this stagey and nonsensical deal. So you don't have to brief me with anything anymore. You just have to do what you are intended to do," aniya. "But before that, I'd like to divulge my rules to you. The rules that my father has are far different from what I have. But don't give a hang, all my rules are just and credible."

"Ok po, Sir," sagot ko naman.

Pati paraan ng pagsasalita niya, ang gwapo. Very professional.

"Let me finish first before throwing any reactions and queries. All of those will be answered, believe me. So can I proceed now?"

"Sige po, Sir."

"First, don't call me Sir or Mister, I am not your superior nor you are one of my mere subordinates. Drop the Po and Opo as well, I'm twenty-five and you're twenty, our age gap isn't decades away.