Night Life in Tokyo

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

It has been a day since Trent's mom discharged from the hospital. Pansin ko naman ang kapanatagan sa loob niya. Before, it's hard for me to guess his expressions but now, I could easily distinguished them at ngayon na magkakasama kaming lahat ay masaya ako para kay Trent.

"Hija, anong ginagawa mo r'yan?" Napalingon naman ako sa boses nang tumawag sa akin. I smiled at her and then showed what I'm doing. I was slicing potatoes, bawang, at garlic. Tiningnan niya rin naman ang mga ingredients na nakapaigid sa akin. "Oh, so you're cooking adobo?"

"Yes po," sagot ko kay tita. "And I heard Trent like your version of adobo."

"Do you want me to help you?"

Tumango ako. "Yes, your help would be fine po."

"But you know that you don't have to this, right? You're not in his home to work for him. You're in my home—our home and it's not your responsibility to take care of everything."

Napangiti naman ako sa sinabi niya. I think alam ko na kung kanino nakuha ni Trent ang pagiging maalalahanin niya. Their family cares to anyone at siguro kung na-meet ko rin ang father niya, I would totally find Trent to his father.

"Ayos lang naman po sa kin," sagot ko. "Nasanay na rin po ako. Halos isang buwan ko na rin poi tong ginagawa and I don't really mind the work. And I think it's a good thing for me kasi mas nahahati ang utak ko sa mga dapat kong isipin at problemahin."

"You're right. I really like how you think, Seilaverne."

"Thank you po. I really appreciate it."

"Now let me help you," tita said.

"Thank you Tita Doria."

Tinapik naman niya ang balikat ko. "You'll be a great wife to Trent. Just know what I'm saying."

Hindi na naman ako umimik kasi ayokong dalhin doon ang usapan namin. I don't wanna get awkward as it already looks. Though hindi naman nila pansin 'yon pero ayokong ipuntong mangyayari iyong iniisip nilang mangyayari. I can barely see myself, married to Trent. Imposible.

He's dating Albertyne before. She's a model. She's perfect, and she's the very definition of what Trent should end up with. At hindi ako makaka-level sa kung anong standards ang hinahanap ni Trent. But if I do get a chance, I'll think about. Pero imposible pa rin.

Mayamaya lamang habang nagsisimula na kaming magluto ay dumating at dinaluhan kami ni Trent sa kusina.

"So what are the ladies doing here, huh?"

"Obviously, we're cooking," pabalang kong sagot kay Trent. Bahagya namang natawa ang mother niya sa sagot ko.

"I know," ngisi pa nito. "And it smells like my favorite."

"I'm sure it is," sagot ng mother nito. "It will be done in a few more minutes."

"But I told you to not do anything, right?" pagpapaalala ni Trent at saka nito hinawakan ang magkabilang braso ng kanyang mother.

Tinapik naman ng mother nito ang kamay niya. "I know. I know, but I'm just helping your future wife to cook. She knows that it's your favorite so I also teaches her how I made it for you."

"Yes," I said. "We somehow both combined our versions."

"And I'm pretty excited to taste this version," he said excitedly. "But can I talk to you for a second?"

Napabaling naman ang atensyon ko sa niluluto ko.

Hinaplos naman ni tita ang braso ko. "Sige na, sumama ka na sa kanya. I can look after your dish."