La Cuevas #2: Hazards Of Love (PUBLISHED UNDER IMMAC)

Chapter 2

I looked at him with dagger eyes as I walked down from his Aston Martin. He took me to Panorama Heights in Nivel Hills. I glanced at the simple logo of Anzani Restaurant above the entrance as we walk towards it. As far as I can remember, this is a Mediterranean cuisine.

I wonder where is kuya is celebrating? Last time he reserved a whole private restaurant. Damn, Gavin Wyatt, you gotta feed me good.

The staff welcomed us when we enter the place. I scanned my eyes around, and to my surprise, I noticed that they've changed a lot of details in their interior It's been months since I last went here. We were guided to an exclusive table for two and I must say that the ambiance became more elegant and cozy.

"Thank you." Gavin said to the crew who assisted us. We both sat down and fell silent. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at the glass mirror beside me. I can still see him on my peripheral vision.

The waiter handed us both their menu. Sa sobrang badtrip ko ay hindi ko na iyon binuksan. "Homemade open spinach lasagna, and arugula salad. I want Dom Perignon for my champagne." Sabi ko at hinayaan ang menu sa lamesa habang nakaharap pa rin sa salamin. Napahinto naman si Wyatt sa pag tingin sa menu at tumungin sa akin.

"Ah, yes, ma'am, right away." Kinuha ng waiter ang menu ko sa table.

"Spiced Moroccan organic chicken and Parma ham tortelli." Sabi ni Gavin at inulit ng waiter ang lahat ng order namin bago niya kuhanin ang menu kay Wyatt.

Sabi ng waiter ay iseserve muna ang appetizers at 5-7 minutes pa bago dumating ang main course.

Sa peripheral ko, ay nakita kong humalukipkip rin siya at sumandal sa kaniyang upoan habang matiim na nakatitig sa akin. Napalunok ako dahil sa epekto ng mga mata niya. Desidido akong hindi magsalita dahil sa inis, at kung ganito lang rin naman ang gusto niya, ay kayang-kaya kong ibigay.

Narinig kong bumuntong hininga siya. "Look," panimula niya pero hindi pa rin ako tumitingin. "I didn't mean what I've said earlier, I'm sorry, Bernice." His low baritone voice filled my ears. Dahil humarap na'ko sa kaniya at sinalubong ang seryoso niyang mga mata.

Pinagtaasan ko siya ng kilay. 'Yun na 'yon? Sorry lang?

"You really can't remember me, huh?" Aniya. Napakunot ang noo ko. Kung ano man iyong sinasabe niya, siguradong bata pa ako noon, hindi ko na maalala.

At, hello? Hindi kami lumaki ng magkasama. Ni hindi ko nga siya nakikita sa mga family gatherings namin.

"No wonder you did.. "