I walked quickly to the gate because it was starting to mist again. I don't know what's going on in the weather today and from yesterday until now it's raining. I don't have an umbrella yet.
I almost ran when I felt the mist increase. I don't want my uniform to be wet before class starts. I'm sure I'll just look like a wet chick by chance.I was in the middle of running and walking when suddenly someone accompanied me. I looked at who it was and saw only Mike. I thought who that was. He's smiling widely while his hand is holding an umbrella."Thank you Mike.""When the weather is like this, you should always carry an umbrella. You might even get sick.""I'm not sick so it's okay."Mike was kind. That's a fact. Also handsome and responsible. He has no flaws. But other than the fact that I don’t want to enter into a relationship yet I don’t really feel any different from him. I like him, alright. But II briskly walked into the classroom. It's Friday and the last day of January. I straightened my hair and suddenly stopped. I was even in the hallway of the building when the faces of senior women greeted me. I don't know them but based on their uniform it is obvious that they are seniors. What are its problems and does it seem angry to me? "Amara Francesca Acosta. Is that right?" promise the woman in the middle. She raised one eyebrow and her face was full of lipstick. "It's me. Is there a problem?" I asked calmly even though I felt that those in front of me were just basagulera. "Yes there is. You." "Huh?" I don't understand them. I don't even know them and then they say I'm their problem? Are they kidding me? "How are you and Raxon and he always delivers you? Are you his girlfriend or what?" I smirked. That's the only reason. Raxon. The narrowness of the brains of people to oh. You thought something would chan
I stayed silent while he's caressing my hair. I don't know but the fear I felt subsided because of his hug. I feel safe and calm in his arms. I don't know how he knew where I am, but still, I am so thankful that he arrived. I'm thankful that someone else cares about me like this. He pulled away from me and looked at my face. He then wiped the trail of tears in my face. "Fuck." he crispy cheap. "I really hate looking at your tears." Even though what had happened recently was still fresh in my mind, I was still able to smile at him. "T-Thank you .. Rax." He didn't smile back nor say anything. He still looked dark and serious. My lips parted when in a flash he was able to carry me. His muscles flexed as he carried me in a bridal style. I want to contradict but I'm physically and emotionally tired to do so. I looked at him. Our gazes met that made my heart beats so fast. Too fast I can't seem to breathe. Our gaze was cut off as he looked ahead and
"Are you okay?" Raxon asked concerned. The police only left after I gave my own statement. I got carried away that's why I was a little bit emotional. I nodded. Behind him were mama and aunt who were worriedly looking at me. They didn't open the karenderia first to get my attention. "You sure?" "Yeah." I sigh. "By the way will Clifford be imprisoned? I guess he's just a minor." "That asshole is not a minor Amara. He's already eighteen." I breathed a sigh of relief at what he said. I really won't let that man go unaccountable for the sin he committed against me. "He really should just be locked up!" si tiya. Raxon stood up. His eyes are still on me. "I'll go ahead. Take a rest." he promised before facing mama. "I'll be the first." Aunt Delia smiled while mama nodded expressionlessly. He didn't even look at Raxon as if that was the thing he hated to do the most. What's wrong?
The mellow music made me feel calm. It is good to hear and very comforting to feel. I sip pineapple juice while watching the dancers in the hall. I guess, they're having so much fun. Well, that's really the purpose of it isn't it? To enjoy. I am just sitting here at a corner when Mike blocked my sight. "May I have this dance?" he said all at once with his hand. It even knows a little bit like what princes do in disney movies. "Of course Mike." I smiled and gave my hand to him. We walked towards the hall and mingled with the dancers there. The lights are dim but I still saw how his brown eyes twinkled in happiness. I could feel his nervousness as he carefully placed his hand on my waist. I smiled and put my hands on his nape as we start to follow the rhythm of the soft music. "You're nervous." I stated. "Sobra." I chuckled. I don’t know but I’m comfortable with him. In fact, I’m not as nervous a
When Monday came I was eager to go to school. The climate is good today. Cloudy and no sign of rain. The flowers are blooming and the view of the dancing trees around is making the surroundings look livelier. How I love the colors of nature. It never failed to give me the tranquility that I always want. I just really hope the weather is always like this, happy and calm. "Your boyfriend is Raxon?" I had just entered our building when a student stopped me to ask that. "No." He raised an eyebrow at me. "In that case, why did he go to the prom with you? Someone said he kissed you." My eyes widened at the last thing he said. Maybe because I just focused my attention on Raxon I forgot about that thing. Possibly a few saw us and even told others. The speed still spread chismis. "We have no relationship." before he could speak I passed him. I don't care what they think, anyway. And about the kiss, what will I answer when someone else asks? Why is it t
"What do you and Raxon have, hija?" Mother asked, one night. They had just closed the karenderia. I didn't answer right away. "Nothing." How do I call my connection with Raxon, anyway? Even I don’t know what’s up with us. All I know is we enjoy being with each other. She sighed and sat down next to me. "Is he flirting?" "N-Not either... but," she kept looking at me, waiting for me to add. "But, he said he wanted me." She didn't say a single word. He just looked at me as if reading my mind. I know, even if mama doesn't say she's worried about me. "Do you like him?" he asked cautiously. I was stunned and could not answer. What will I say? Even I wasn’t sure how I felt for him. All I know is just, I'm happy whenever he's around. Even though I was stuck looking at him, I still wanted to see him. I always want to hear his husky voice and his sweet words. If that's the basis of liking someone maybe, I really like him. "I don't know..."
I close my eyes when I feel the gentle breeze. I stood in front of the window, just waking up from a long sleep. I didn't even smile when I remembered it was Saturday. The day I was waiting for came. "Good morning." I found my aunt putting food on our small table. He grinned. "Hey, my niece looks pretty awake, ah." "Won't you open the karenderia today?" I wondered sharply when there were no dishes like they always cook for sale. "Besides, where's mom?" He put down a pitcher of water before looking at me. "Didn't your mom tell you last night?" "Of what? He didn't say anything to me." "He's up there, preparing because he's leaving for Cebu today. Don't you remember? It's his dad's birthday, and he's going to visit his grave." I got a bruise on my forehead. Why did I even forget that? It's grandpa's birthday today. Maybe that's why mama didn't say it was because she thought I already knew what day it was. Stupid Am
"With highest honors, Amara Francesca Acosta!" I was greeted by a fancy applause. Today is our moving up ceremony, the day that most of my fellow grade 10 students have been waiting for. I am happy, not because of the medals hanging on me today, but because I have held it for another year. Thank God for guiding me throughout the school year. I came down the stage with a smile on my face especially when I saw someone smiling while looking at me. He was in the back, sitting and eyes straight at me. "Congrats Amara!" greetings from a few of my kabatchmates after the ceremony. I also greeted them with all smiles. Of course, picture-taking is not lost. "Congrats to us, sissy!" Lalaine shouted happily then without saying a word hugged me tightly. "What are you, Laine. I guess it's your OA. You thought we graduated from college." He let go of me. "We should still be thankful that we got here! Don't be killjoy Amara!" "
Raxon's POVThe next day dad called an emergency meeting when a news broke. It was published in a news article that a ship we were going to the United States set sail even overloaded. That news made my head ache. But despite this I am thankful nothing bad happened in the middle of the voyage. Coincidentally we will lose a few millions. And our company's credibility would surely be questioned. It might even lead to bankruptcy. I sighed sensibly exiting the conference room. Dad was obviously in trouble. Even though there was nothing wrong with the voyage, it was still a big loss to us, especially since there were more than two thousand people on board the ship. We were the most trusted in this industry, and now ... I don't know. This problem really needs to be addressed. And I think a presscon can do something. We just need to deliver to people that it didn’t really happen on purpose. For the investors, they just need an explanation. Ma
I sighed. Manila's polluted air welcomed our arrival. I admit, I was a little sad on our way home. Those three days in that place made me feel so alive. I had time to think things through. Raxon and I also had more time to clarify everything. What happened in the past pained the both of us. He was hurt, I was also devastated. I was too young to engage in a serious relationship. Meanwhile, he was too powerless compared to his mother. And now, I learned to accept that it was the wrong time for our love. "I'll deliver you." I immediately shook my head, rejecting his offer. "I'll just take a taxi." "Amara ---" "Rax, please? They might be surprised mom. I don't want them to be surprised at first, especially since my departure was sudden. Let me handle this one." He sighed. "But I'll see you tomorrow." That was not a question. It's a statement. "Maybe you're busy ---" "I'll make time." "Alright." In hi
He looked up. I swallowed hard, can't take the intensity of his dark stare. But I just stayed where I was, openly staring at him as he slowly got out of the water. He took the white towel to the side, not cutting our gaze. He wiped the water in his face, down to his neck and bare chest. He immediately walked in afterwards. I stayed in my position, though. I'm not sleepy yet and the air here is relieved. I felt relieved on the stress and pressure I'm feeling these past days. I was a little stressed because of the company. As the Soldevilla heiress, it's already expected that I'm the one who's gonna take over the company. And with that, the pressure is killing me. I don't want to disappoint people who consider me family. A few moments later, the door opened. I didn't look at it because I knew it was Raxon who entered. "Not yet sleepy?" He stand beside me with his hand resting on the back of my waist. I glanced at him. He's now wearing a
I adjusted my posture before following Raxon to see who was knocking. I was somewhat uneasy because of what just happened."Hi Rax!" It was a beautiful woman, maybe on her mid-twenties. It had a big smile but when it came to me the look suddenly disappeared. Raxon's admirer, huh? Maybe, they are close. It just went in and went straight to the room. "Katrina." She looked at him again and smiled sexily. He openly glared at Raxon's body which I almost felt. The fool, on the other hand, doesn't seem to care if anyone sees him naked. "I heard you were coming, so I went right away." I couldn't escape the fact that her breasts were almost bulging because of the clothes she was wearing. I was overwhelmed with irritation. Just when I'm on the verge of leaving them, Raxon held my waist. I notice the sourness of the woman’s face because of that. "Yes. We want to take a vacation for a while. By the way, this is Amara. My fianceé." Katrina's mouth d
That question made me numb. My throat ran dry and I can feel my weak knees, almost trembling because of mixed up emotions. I could not speak. After all those years of pain, he's now here beside me. So close, yet it feels like he remained unreachable. I kept my gaze on the blue sea, no intention of answering. Silence enveloped us. I don't want to lie. I don't want him to know my real feelings, either. So I chose to remain silent. Even in reality, I want to know a lot. I have a lot to ask him. I want to know what happened in his life after I left. Even if I can be hurt by whatever I discover, I still want to know it. Though we can't do anything about the past, I still want to know his side. He was not to blame for what happened, yet I blamed him. I was driven by anger at his mother and hatred of everything that happened. And also, I blamed him for not doing anything, for not fighting for me. But on the other hand, I thought maybe he didn
I didn't move. My throat was dry and I was wondering what to do. Should I just leave him? I looked at him again. His eyes were closed as one hand gripped the steering wheel tightly as if he wanted to destroy and crush it. "Why aren't you moving?" He asked while eyes were still closed. I blew air before speaking. "You, why aren't you driving yet?" He opened his eyes and looked at me intently. But I immediately shifted my gaze. At times like this I couldn't bear to look him in the eyes. It feels like the emotion in his eyes can burn me into ashes. "What do you mean? Are you coming?" He couldn't believe the question. "Why, don't you?" I noticed the lift of the corner of his lip. I averted my gaze. Am I doing it right? Did I make the right decision to go with him even though I did not know where he would take me? "Fasten your seatbelt." He commanded. Oh, right. I almost forgot about you. After I locked my seatbelt,
It's a Tuesday evening. When I came out of work, I first went to a café to buy drinks. Last night I had almost no sleep, and it's because of that stupid Arnaiz. Because of his condition, I did not send him home. I just let him stay on one of our guestrooms, took care of him and stayed by his side all night. He was burning with fever and I couldn’t leave him. So I told him today not to pick me up and just rest. It's good that he listened to me. In the midst of thinking, a familiar woman who just entered the café caught my attention. It's Doctor Vina. I sighed. What a coincidence. I don't know what relationship they have with Raxon, but I think they're closed with each other. They were batchmates then and still are together. They even pursued the same course. Same doctor. What a perfect match. I no longer looked at him and focused on something else while drinking coffee. But it was only a matter of time before someone stopped in
Before I could protest he pulled me away from there. I didn’t see Arci’s reaction but I’m sure he was wondering what Raxon did. She knows nothing about my past with him. In what happened was probably what else he could think. But... Why am I being pulled by this man? "Let me go, Doctor Bermudez." He didn't respond. I want to be calm. But how can I calm down in what he is doing? "Stop this bullshit." He didn't listen to me until I realized that we were going to the parking lot. "Let me go." I strongly promise. "What?!" I couldn't stop myself from raising my voice. This time, he stopped. We're now in the middle of the parking area, alone together. My heart pounded the moment he faced me. His eyes settled on me. That's serious. Deep, dark and caustic. "What do you need, Doctor? If you really want to talk to me, is it really necessary to go here? And one more thing, what is really the reason and you want me to talk privately?" "Is
"J-Just... Just stop these bullshits, Raxon. I don't have time for this." I promised hoarsely, confused by what he was saying. Do his words make sense? Did he really mean it? "What else do you want? Why are you still bothering me? I have nothing to do with you, so stay away from me..." I don't want to be hurt anymore.His jaw clenched and his eyes became darker. His mouth opened slightly but not a single word came out of it. It was like he stopped his self from speaking. The wind blew hard, a cloud covered the moon as he turned his back on me. "I will do what you want, Amara. I will leave you alone." His cold voice equaled the cold atmosphere. I swallowed, not knowing what to say. I don't want to see him anymore. I don't want to talk to him anymore. I want him away. But why now that he has turned his back and is ready to walk away from me is hurting me? "But only this time. This is the only time I'll give you what you want. Only now." Those are his las