“Are you okay?”Yna opened her eyes and resisted the urge to smile at the señorito. Which happened anyway, since his smile was infectious. “I don’t know if I can stand up. I’m so full, sen—Eric.” Her smile disappeared at the almost mistake.He laughed. “You’re so cute.”Yna sighed and mumbled. “You’re so weird.”He clearly heard that and laughed some more. When he started to get up, Yna moved, too.“What are you doing?”She blinked. “I’m going to help you with the dishes.”“Sit. I’ll do it myself.”“You’re going to wash the dishes?”“I’ll just load them up in the dishwasher.”“You have a dishwasher?” She looked in the direction of the kitchen. “I thought you said there was nobody else here?”He paused. “I meant the dishwashing… machine. I have kitchen equipment that can wash dishes for me.”She felt her cheeks warming up. “Ah… yeah. I’ve heard of those, of course. I just don’t know of anyone… except you… now… who actually has it, of course.” She closed her eyes, hoping she could just m
It wasn’t a long ride. He didn't even make the horse run. Instead, they plodded along as if they were strolling in the countryside, which in retrospect, was exactly what it seemed like if you take away all the mess of the last weeks, especially the one that just happened.If it was all taken away, then there would be nothing, Arianna was thinking. He wouldn't even know her, would not try to look for her, and she wouldn't be riding with him on this horse.So what were they doing?She closed her eyes as she arrived at the most obvious thing.He still wanted her.There was no mistaking that after what happened in his house that he wanted for things to continue. Her cheeks felt like it was getting more and more inflamed as she remembered. There was no question that she had no willpower to fight him off after her reaction to his touch. Even now, as he held her, she still felt her body reacting to him. She caught herself leaning back towards him a few times then got rigid at what she was
“Enrique? Enrique? My god...!” She tapped his cheek. “Enrique? Are you hurt? Don't faint. Enrique?”He opened his eyes, then he tried to grin, so she thought he really was hurt.In the head.Like gone mad.“The horse... stupid... horse...” he mumbled in a rough voice.“It got scared of our fight... I'm sorry it's my fault.”He still looked confused as he tried to sit up. “That's the first time I ever fell from a horse...” he said groggily.She cringed. He folded his legs as if he was going to get up but she held him down tighter. “No... wait. Let me see first...” she told him. “Where are you hurting? Let me see your back.”“Sure...” He was still smiling. Her hand froze from reaching for the back of his head.“Enrique?”He winced. And then, he used the ‘royal highness’ tone again. “Enrique's really a mouthful. I told you, Eric or Ric. Choose for the last time.”“I forgot, okay?” He’s injured and he still had the time to nag?“Say it.”“What?”“My name.”She stared at him stupidly. Reall
It turned out they did not need to ask for help. There were people already in their house. As soon as they made the turn, she could see them in the short distance.Someone was removing their curtains from the windows. Someone was also lowering their bamboo sofa down the small porch's stairs. And some of their stuff was already inside a truck.“Why? What is that? What's happening?”“Because I'm supposedly working in the hacienda, we need to move to a house closer to the fishery,” Tommy told her in a casual voice while his face said differently. He wasn’t buying the excuse of the century.He also looked as confused as she was. His mind could not keep up with what was happening, but he was willing to wait for it to catch up. Meaning, that he was waiting for someone to explain further.That would be her. She turned towards Eric. He remained silent, not looking back at her. But Tommy wasn't finished. “They also said it was timely because... the Señor has plans. The land is needed,” Tommy
“Tommy?”She found Tommy standing alone by the edge of their garden, looking at the vegetation they worked hard to maintain, and he looked very dejected. He glanced at her for a moment before he looked back at the garden again. His shoulders looked bowed as his posture was, and he seemed unseeing. Her heart melted at the sight, and she decided against the lecture she was about to impose on her little guy. Instead, she stood beside him and looked over at the garden herself. “We'll transfer as much as we can bring there. It will be easier because we'll have faucet water. We can get a hose so Mama can water the plants and it'll be an exercise for her.”At the periphery of her vision, she saw him glance at her again. “Ate, I know you didn't want to move, but it was just so fast and—”“I understand. Tommy...” She raised a hand to place it on his shoulder. “You made the right decision. This is good for you and Mama and for me, too.”He was looking at her. “I told him the truth, that it was
Before nine o'clock that night, all of their belongings—as meager as they were—were moved from their old hut to the bigger and sturdier house near the fishponds. That house was built a year ago and remained vacant, only occasionally used by a consultant for the fishery who visited the hacienda when needed.They first got the bedrooms ready for sleeping that night so their mother could get rested as soon as she comes back in the morning from the hospital. That left their other stuff scattered in the living room of the house. There were three bedrooms upstairs, which meant they would all have their own rooms. They didn't have time to go to the hospital before visiting time was over, but a nurse Zoren knew had arranged a video call with Zoren's phone so they could show their mother the mess in the living room and their bedrooms. She looked happy and so well that Arianna felt guilty after the call for arguing with Enrique—Eric—too much about moving, as it was supposedly their mother's
Right after breakfast, Yna prepped the kitchen for cooking. She wasn't worried about her mother because the hacienda staff who brought her to the hospital promised to take care of her and bring her home after they finished with her last test results. She wanted to get everything ready for lunch so she could have time for her mother when she arrived.She had just finished clearing up when someone came with a clean sack of whole plucked chickens and slabs of pork ribs. Another neighbor brought large pots and pans that she said the former cook used for cooking. That cook left to work abroad just a month ago. Other neighbors came to help her on her first day, and soon enough, the kitchen and backyard were busy with women peeling and cutting vegetables and parting meat for the boiling water in the big pot or oil in a big pan.Before she knew it, the steaming chicken tinola was being transferred to lunch containers and kangkong (water spinach) with pork ribs and rice to bilaos layered with
“What the hell are you doing up there?” he asked angrily. “Are you not afraid to fall?”She raised one eyebrow at the question. How could the hanging of a curtain on a window be possible if you would not climb 'up there?' But Eric was already there, hooking an arm around her waist to pull her down so that she had no choice but to let go of the curtain or it would rip. She fell right into his arms.He let her slide down slowly, both of them already aware of each other's bodies by the look in their eyes. Thank god they were standing on that part of the window where one curtain already hanged, so they were covered from any eyes that happened to be looking from the outside. He was wearing a shirt with a hood that looked fashionable and appealing, and gym pants, as if he'd gone out to run. She already knew his body without them. She could only gasp as heat suffused her face and warmth, her body. Her heart was suddenly beating so fast.Why couldn't he keep his hands to himself? Why did he