Heart 3: Swollen Heart

CHAPTER 24

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PREIOUS PZRAE’S POV

“Sir, kami lang din ng Dudoy na ‘yon ang magkasama sa bahay! What the fre—I mean, what was the difference of sharing a room with him in just a night?” I explained.

“But, Pzrae, a man and a woman in the same room here is prohibited. We only wanna protect you,” he said calmly as he pulled out the costumes I needed and handed those to me.

I stared at the thick, dull-colored clothes above my arm, creasing my face. This fashion is not my type! Bakit pa kasi ako ginawang lead?! Fuck this Madame Butterfly! Mas gusto ko musical ng Lion King, mas astig!

“Dad sent Keiroh here to protect me in the first place, sir. Tatawagan ko pa po ba si Dad para payagan n’yo ulit ako?” I took my time to roll my eyes while he’s not looking at me. “And we’re already adult—we’re not minors anymore.”

“Oh, sige, since butler mo naman siya. Sige na, go na.” Mr. Escueta gestured his hands in a feminine manner. “But promise me, uh? You’ll not do something you’ll regret.” He raised his brows that was partially drawn.

“C’mon, Sir, you’re being dirty minded.” I looked at him through a sour face. “It’s gross.”

“Puwede naman kasi sa akin maki-share si Keiroh since pareho naman kaming lalaki biologically.” He giggled.

“Eww!” I squeaked jokingly.

“Joke lang, ikaw naman!” He laughed. Pati tawa halatang malandi. “Speaking Keiroh... can you introduce me to him?” He averted his attention from the huge bag in front of him to me and gripped my arm that has several clothes. “Plus ten ka sa akin ‘pag naging mag-jowa kami! Deal?”

“Ito na ba lahat ng isusuot ko, Sir?” Nagpatay malisya ako, rolling my eyes internally. “Inaantok na ako. Gusto ko na matulog, e.”

“Oo, ‘yan na.” He nodded. “By the way, joke lang iyong plus ten. But I’m not kidding sa parte na ipakilala mo ako kay Keiroh, ah! Good night, Gorg Pzrae!”

I turned my back at him and walked away. The fuck?! Akala ko estudyante dapat sipsip sa teacher? Bakit si Sir pa ata sumisipsip sa akin?

Mukhang dumadami kaagaw ko kay Keiroh!

Pero pansin ko halos lahat ng naaakit ng Dudoy na ‘yon ay seahorse?

No! I’m not a frigging seahorse!

When I was already facing our room’s door, I opened it through my feet due to the heavy and huge clothes in my arm. Thankfully, it was not locked.

Ano kayang ginagawa ng Dudoy na ‘yon? Kailangan niyang malaman ang nangyari sa akin kanina sa CR!

“Pzrae? Ikaw ba ‘yan?” I heard he said from inside when the door creaked open.

“No, it’s Swiper! Where’s Dora? Imma eat her!” I mocked.

“Ikaw si Dora, tanga!” Then I heard him laugh his ass off as I entered the room.

“Fuck you! Can’t you just come here and get these freaking heavy and annoying clothes?!” I rolled my eyes. Inilapag ko sa malapit na kulay itim na sofa ang mga damit at umupo.

The room was simple yet elegant. Ano pang aasahan ko, e first class. Okay lang naman ang space for Keiroh and me, ang problema nga lang, iisa ang kama. It’s either dito si Keiroh sa sofa, o doon siya sa sahig.

“Nasaan?” And Keiroh emerged out of nowhere. Galing ata sa kusina. He eyed the clothes beside me and said, “Wow, mukhang damit ng mga mago.” He bursted out a laugh, rubbing his tummy.

I just rested my head on the sofa and stared at the ceiling as Keiroh collected the robes.

“Keiroh, alam mo ba, nakita ko si Angela kanina sa CR... like, what the fuck is she doing here?!”

I noticed through my peripheral vision that his eyes slightly widened. “S-sino?” he stammered.

“Si Angela, bingi ka ba?” I rolled my eyes. “And guest what, we bumped each other and a dirty freaking water spilled on my feet... like, ugh!” I trembled intentionally.

“Anong ginagawa no’n dito?” He already collected the clothes but it seems like he has no plan of walking away due to curiosity.

Do still care of Angela, uh?

“I think, base on her uniform, she’s a janitress.” I closed my eyes gently, relaxing myself. “And take note, Arjo’s also here.” I giggled sarcastically.

“Oh, ano naman?” he asked through an I-don’t-care-tone. “Tara na kakain, nakaluto na ako.”

I jumped from my position and quickly followed him. And of course, his ginisang kalabasa is as stunning as as always. Nanunuot talaga sa dila ang linamnam.

As we eat, I showed him our duet of Simula and surprisingly, it already hit 400 thousand plus of views when it was just posted a couple of hours ago. Keiroh was actually shy and not confident enough to face a camera that his face is turning red as he watched the video.

The warm water from the shower splashed against my face as I savour the peace here at the shower room. Only the drumming droplets of water against tiled floor was what I could hear.

Oo nga pala, hindi ko pa napapakita kay Keiroh ang kakantahin niya. I was really celebrating inside when he accepted the deal that he’ll sing the song I wrote... ‘cause that was like a dream come true. I wrote that song from him, after all.

I finished my shower and took my bathrobe on then got out of the shower room.

Nasaan kaya si Dudoy?!

I wandered my eyes around the bedroom, and the elegance of the room greeted me through the combination of white, gray and black shades. I actually like this kind of color combination, even sa mansyon, ganito ang design.

When my eyes landed on the thick, white bed, I saw Keiroh lying against his chest, topless and only the white comforter covering his butt down to his feet.

My face creased.

“Why the,” I rushed towards him and snatched the comforter out of his body, “frigging hell are you there?!” I cursed and smashed the thick cloth against him.

Para siyang naalimpungatan sa ginawa ko. He moved as if his peaceful sleep was interrupted by a villain witch. His hair was messy with his crystal shining eyes, and oh... he’s only wearing boxers!

“A-Ahh... chine-check ko lang k-kung malambot.” He giggled awkwardly. “Oo, tama! Chine-check ko lang kasi baka ‘di ka komportable mama—”

I lifted a brow, trailing him off. I eyed him from his head towards his face with a plastered sour smile down to his broad, masculine chest, up to his six drooling abs.

Fuck that comforter! Get out of the view! You, freaking imp, are covering the freaking main dish—

Nevermind.

“Ito na nga, aalis na nga.” He scratched his nape as he crawled out of the bed.

“Wait.”

He paused. “Oh?”

“Sit there.” I gestured. I walked towards him and the bed squeaked as I took a seat beside Keiroh. The aroma of his shower gel invaded my nose, and I looked straight to his dark, deep eyes. “Kakanta ka na, ah? Walang urungan.” I crawled towards him.

“O-oo,” he answered, crawling backwards, fear evident on his face. He just continued crawling until his back hit the headrest of the bed. “P-Pzrae.”

“Keiroh...” I grinned. I flipped all my hair to my right shoulder, revealing my neck.

Darn his lips...

I wanna taste it.

“Again...”

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