KABANATA 4

I’m also amused by him because he keeps on calling me madam which is kind of funny since medyo parang walang accent yung pagkaka-sabi niya.

“I like you..” I muttered.

Ngumisi ng malaki si Dazh sa sinabi ko. “Thank you—” pero agad ko siya’ng pinutol at dinugtungan ang sinabi ko.

“..for calling me madam, of course.” Pag-bawi ko.

Napasimangot ito. “Paasa ka naman madam!” Palatak nito.

I chuckled, he’s funny ‘rin ha?

“Oh! Bat ka naman umasa? Sinong tanga sa’tin?” I smirked before ko lagukin ang binigay niya’ng bagong wine sa akin.

Nakita ko siyang napahawak sa dibdib ‘nya at umaktong animo’y parang nasaktan sa mga sinabi niya kanina. Hindi ko mapigilan na hindi mapatawa.

He’s funny, sisikat tong bar na ‘since people that are working here are nice and they also have good looks, plus points na ‘rin yung humor nila.

“Ang sakit mo naman mahalin madam, tapos friend zone kaagad ako?”

Napairap ako sa pagiging oa nya. “Bakit, friends ba tayo?”

Ngumuso siya sa sinabi ko. Bago napakamot sa batok.

“Oo nga ‘no! Hindi pa tayo friends, so hindi ako friend zone. E anong tawag don kung ganon? Diba basted na’ko?”

I nodded and shrugged, cause I also don’t know. “I don’t know.” I said and took a sip to my mojito.

“Grabe madam ngayon lang ‘ho ako nakakita ng kasing ganda ‘nyo.”

Tumaas ang kilay ko.

“I know right, wait I have a question pala. Just be straightforward.” I said.

Tumango ito.

“Yes ma’am, Ano pong tanong ninyo?”

“Nasan na ang madam?” Ismid ko bago nagsalubong ang kilay.

Napakamot ito sa noo, animo’y may makati doon. “Pasyensya na ‘ho ma—madam.”

I smirked.

“Let me remind you again, be straightforward in answering my questions. I wanna ask you if matagal ka na ba nagwo-work dito as a bartender?”

Napahawak ito sa baba at umaktong nag-iisip. May palagay-lagay pa ito ng daliri sa sintido bago ngumiti at namaywang sa kaniya. Why is he being like that? Does he need to act like that? I'm going to slapped him if he does that again.

Like, if you want to think about something you didn’t need to act like you’re really actually thinking something. I mean, can’t he think of ba kapag hindi siya nag-a-act like that?

“What now?” Asik ko. He’s too slow, or baka ayaw lang talaga niyang sagutin ang tanong ko? I’m getting annoyed here na.

“Hmm.. yes po madam, I think, dito na’ko nagtatrabaho since magbukas itong underworld.” Sabi niya.

Kung ganon, matagal na pala siya rito nagta-trabaho, and there are possibilities that he knows who is the owner of this bar? Should I asked him?

“So you know who’s the owner of this bar?” I bit my lower lip.

He nodded, he looked confused why I was asking about the owner.

“Yes ‘ho, si Mr—”

He was interrupted by a man. “Back to the work Dazh.” Commanded by someone behind her using his baritone voice.

I was frozened, and my heart is starting to pound wildly. Freaking hell! Why is my heart acting weirdly every time he’s near me? May sakit naba ‘ko sa heart? ‘Di ‘kaya mamatay na’ko sa heart attack?

I need to have a check up with our family doctor. I’m not ready to die! I will tell this to daddy, cause what if it's my last day!

Omg, the horror of not saying goodbye to your loved ones when you’re going to die na, I’m going to call him later. Of course after partying, I need to enjoy my life before I die.

Ngunit bahagya akong napalunok ng may maramdaman akong presensya sa likuran ko, he’s too freaking close! I want to tell him that I need a personal space but heck, I think I like it.

Easy girl, remember he is just a man! Calm down, calm you freaking tits!

Huminga ako ng mamalim bago pumikit ng mariin at hinarap ang lalaking nag-salita sa aking likuran. Like he has no right to interrupt us from talking, and girl I’m asking something important!

I need to know the freaking owner of this bar, imagine, what if he’s handsome too? I need information immediately! I want to meet this infamous jaw dropping handsome and good fucking bar owner.

Nanigas ang mga paa ko at hindi ako nakagalaw, kahit ‘nga ata ang ikurap ‘man lang ang mga mata niya ay hindi ‘nya magawa. Nang marehistro ko sa brainy ko kung sino ang nasa harapan ko ngayon, ay agad akong napakurap at ilang beses na napalunok ng laway.

The man in front of me who dared to interrupt us from talking was the greek-god-handsome-guy!

“F*ck!” I cursed, and to my surprise his brows creased at her when he heard her cursing.

“Language women, this is my property.” He uttered coldly.

I shallow hard. Bakit ang sexy niya kahit ang cold siya? I bit my lower lip, I saw him looking down at my lips while I was biting it.

Tumaas ang kilay ko at masungit siyang inirapan. “S-So what? I want to curse, and I curse whenever I want! At saka may batas ba na nagsasabing hindi pwedeng magmura? As you can see, none right?!”

Tumayo ako, and I emphasized my breast cause girl this is the best asset that I have, bukod sa face ko of course. Both sila are the top ones for me.

Inayos niya na ‘rin kinulot niyang buhok, before she plastered her sweetest smile and faced him.

I need to look sweet and kind, but not too kind. I want to be seen as a sweet but fierce independent woman. Cause what if sweet girl pala ang type niya sa girl right? I could see him sometimes looking at those sweet girls na nadaan.

Papasa naman ako sa sweet girl right? Even if I’m wearing a latina make up na hindi ganon ka heavy? Hindi naman siguro ako nakaka-intimidate tignan because of my plakadong eye brows.

My smirk faltered a bit when I saw his cold face is still void of emotion.

“Ohm, joke lang pala.” Ngiwing sabi ko. “I won’t curse na, but here lang.” I said, bago kapain ang basong may laman na wine at lagukin ito. Pampalakas lang ng loob.

“So.. y-you’re the owner of this bar pala?” I asked like we knew each other, desperate to erase the uncomfortable air between us. Bahagya pang nangingnig ang kamay ko pero itinago ko ‘yon sa pamamagitan ng pagbaba nang baso sa counter.

Kumunot ang noo nito. Siguro nagtataka kung bakit ganito ako magsalita. I’m conyo, and a lot of girls are annoyed at her cause she’s so maarte ‘daw.

I mean, I couldn’t speak straight in tagalog that much. But she’s trying, a bit maybe.

“Get out.”