The Unbreakable Glass (Costillano #4)

Kabanata 12

"Okay na 'to. H'wag ka lamang sasagi sa kung saan-saan nang hindi matanggal."

Kinapa ko ang aking batok kung saan nilagyan ni Ferisha ng prosthetics para takpan ang tattoo ko roon.

"Gosh! Hottie! Tingnan natin kung hindi pa lumuwa ang mata nila sa 'yo ngayong wala kang hood na suot."

I grin at her and shake my head before glancing at myself in front of the mirror. I'm wearing a red bodycon sleeveless v-neck dress with a slit on the left side on its asymmetrical hem; it touches the side of my lower thigh on the right side while my left thigh is exposed. The dress hugs my twenty-four waist, while my cleavage is kind of exposed; however, I'm comfortable with it. Matagal-tagal na rin simula noong naka-attend kami ng semi-formal na party ni Ferisha, lalo na sa tuwing magpupunta kaming dalawa sa bar noong mga panahon na nasa Paris pa kami.

Kinulot ni Ferisha ang ibaba ng aking buhok ngunit nanatili iyong nakabughag sa aking likuran bilang pantakip sa aking batok. Some of it is on my right side, exposing the left side of my shoulder and my collar bone. Ferisha, on the other hand, is wearing her green off-shoulder fitted dress that's above her knees, hugging the curves of her body.

The party has three theme colors for the students and school staff to wear: red, white, and green. Ferisha and I chose red and green.

I even heard that the event was for all the students—hindi by room o by course dahil sa mismong malawak na gymansium ng main building iyon gaganapin. We were there yesterday where the students were preparing the tables, cloth, stage, and speakers for the party.

"You sure magmamaneho ka nang nakaganiyan? P'wede namang mag-tricycle na lamang tayo," she suggests after I grab my black leather jacket and wear it. I look at her through the mirror in front of me.

"Who says women aren't allowed to drive wearing dress?" I put the black helmet on the study table before turning to her with a huge grin on my lips. I grab the other white helmet and throw it to her, which she immediately catches.

"Kinky. At talagang ngayon mo lamang naisipang gumamit n'yan?"

I shrug. She's right; I rarely use helmets. Either only when there's a long ride or when I don't want my hair to turn scruffy because I don't have a hair brush in my purse.

"What do you expect?"

Umikot ang mata niya bago ako inaya na lumabas na ng silid. Pinauna ko na siyang lumabas dahil sinuklay ko pang muli ang aking buhok, nang umako ang paningin ko sa aking bag pack na nakasabit sa dingding.   

I bite my lower lip, grabbing it against the wall. Binuksan ko iyon kung saan ko natagpuan ang isang navy blue na jacket. Although I'm not so sure this belongs to him, I have a sharp memory. This is the same jacket that Zideon was wearing when I saw him at the cafeteria together with his co-councils, and speaking of his jacket. . . Biglang pumasok sa alaala ko iyong napanaginipan ko sa library noong isang linggo.

Could it be. . .real?

Ipinilig ko ang aking ulo at itinupi na lamang iyon bago inilagay sa isang paper bag. Mag-iisang linggo na itong nasa akin at hindi ko pa rin naibabalik sa kaniya, bagaman hindi niya naman hinahanap sa tuwing nagkakasalubong ang landas namin, gusto ko pa rin ibalik. It's his, and so I don't have the right to take it for myself. Kahit pa ba hanggang ngayon ay nanunuot doon ang halimuyak ng kaniyang panlalaking pabango.

"Nis! Bilisan mo! Malapit nang magsimula!"

Ipit sa aking gilid ang helmet at bitbit sa kabilang kamay ang paper bag, nagmadali akong lumabas ng silid.

"Ano 'yan?" Itinuro niya ang paper bag kong hawak. "May reregulahan ka?"

"Wala. Isusuli ko lamang kay President. Naiwan niya kasi 'yong jacket niya sa. . .library." Iniwas ko ang mga mata sa kaniya. Tumikhim ako nang nakita ko ang pag-angat ng kaniyang kilay na animo'y hindi kumbinsido sa sinabi ko.