The Unbreakable Glass (Costillano #4)

Kabanata 24 (Unedited)

“You’re really unfair, don't you realize that? What if I refuse?”

     Pumulupot ang kaniyang braso sa aking leeg hanggang sa unti-unti siyang lumapit sa may banda kong tainga.

     Ibinubulong ang mga kataga na labis na nagpawala ng lakas sa akin, “I knew everything about the Costillanos, sweatheart. And no, I’m not threatening you.” Dinukot niya ang cellphone mula sa bulsa ng kaniyang pants at halos manlambot ang mga tuhod ko nang ipinakita niya ang ilang mga litrato roon. “Lorena Costillano, I’ve heard she’s the only one living in Cagayan with her housemaids now that he's son and his husband were here.”

     Nangatal ang mga labi ko habang tinitingnan ko ang iilang mga litraro ni tita Lorena. Kuha iyon sa ilang parte ng mansyon nina Zideon kung saan malayang makikita sa labas ng gate.

“What are you planning to do?” I asked trying to keep my voice not to tremble as I began to feel the lump on my throat.

“What do you think?” Ibinaba niya iyon bago bumakas ang malademonyong ngisi sa kaniyang labi. “Just like I said, I don’t do threats, sweatheart because I surely do it. You have a week to decide, and if you do something stupid again, you knew what I’m going to do next.”

    Naimulat ko ang aking mga mata kung saan sumalubong sa akin ang sinag ng araw na nagmumula sa maliit na awang ng bintanang nililipad ang puting kurtina. My naked body quickly felt the cold breeze of the morning air when it whispers and blew the curtains, until I heard a snore and the touch of a warm breath on my ear.

    Bumaling ako sa aking kaliwang bahagi at nakita ang mahimbing na natutulog na si Zideon. His right arm was wrapping tightly on my stomach. Lumawak ang ngiti sa aking labi at humarap sa kaniya saka ko inangat ang kamay para marahang paglaruan ang kaniyang buhok. Who would have thought that a grumpy person like him looks actually an innocent angel when sleeping? Although, this wasn't the first time that I’ve seen him sleeping, but I always embrace the moment in my memories whenever I had the chance to stare at him.

     Bukod sa itim niyang mga mata na malaya kong nasisilayan sa tuwing tititigan niya ako,  masyado rin akong namamangha sa mahahaba niyang pilikmata; ang malambot niyang buhok na gustong-gusto kong paglaruan, at ang mga labi niyang hinding-hindi ko pagsasawaang halikan. His morning looks really often fascinates me; unbothered, just peace and comfort. And I wouldn’t get tired asking for more time seeing him like this.

    Ni minsan hindi sumagi isip ko na gumising sa umaga kayakap ang taong mahal ko; bumangon o magluto at pagsilbihan siya. I had been with Morthon before but then, that thought had never crossed my mind. I find it kind of cliché and implausible to think knowing that we’re not in some romantic movies nor in books where the chatacters do such thing they called romantic and sweet.

     It was all in your head and wouldn't ever happen in reality. They keep on saying, until I met Zideon and realized, I want to wake up in bed with him; cook breakfast for him; greeting him with a morning kiss; serve him like I was his wife and he was my loving husband. Do more normal things like a normal couple do: dating, watching movies, travelling, eating together, and spoil ourselves with each other’s prescense. Those simple things yet a memorable one.

    I want that. I want those. With him.

    Gumalaw ang talukap ng kaniyang mga mata ngunit nagpatuloy ako sa paghaplos sa kaniyang buhok nang tuluyan siyang nagmulat at nasalubong ang mga mata ko. At first his expression was serious until his lips slowly engulfed with a genuine smile.

“Good morning,” his beatiful husky voice was the first thing that skimmed my ear that made my lips to plaster a smile.

“Good morning,” I greeted back when he cupped my chin and leaned closer as I felt him bit my lower lip.