1|Does She Know?

Kabanata 10

Does She Know?

Kabanata 10
This is it

The vintage dresses laid perfectly at my bed. Pinakatititigan ko sila isa isa, looking for something spicy to wear and of course fashionable. Napalingon ako ng marinig kong tumikhim si Kuya Jem sa likuran ko but he burst out laughing instead.

"Are you trying to insult me with your laughter?" Inis ko siyang tinignan, hands in front of my chest. My stilettos are just one step behind my back, kayang kaya ko iyong ibato sakanya the moment she open his freaking mouth for nonsense.

"No, no. I only think that a straight hair suits you well—" A loud thump echoed inside my room. Kuya found himself lying flat on the floor. He looked at me, can't believe one of my heels flew towards him.

"Don't mention it. Lumabas ka na nga ng kwarto ko!" Itinuro ko ang pintong nasa likod niya. Hinihimas niya ang likod habang palabas ng kwarto ko but he couldn't forget to give me a tongue out. Uh! Stop stressing me!

It's been a week since the medical mission on Davao City. I still haven't seen Cryzler and fuck. Napatingin ako sa salamin, looking down on my lips and slightly caressing it, remembering something.

This is a sinful lips. I kissed him and I didn't even regret doing so. I don't remember if he responded or whatever, I was drunk that night and even the image of me kissing him is a blur.

Naging busy na ulit si Kuya sa hospital kaya malang pati siya, Lumi and I still haven't talked after the Davao incident, she's probably busy with career or whatever. Minsan nalang rin si Kuya Jesse sa bahay, maybe helping with company.

Kami lamang tuloy ni Kuya Jem ang palaging magkasama dito, not until this morning, Kuya Juston came knocking on my door. With my favorite pillow on my hands, dragging to open the door he shook my shoulders, "Get dressed!"

The four of us, of course with Kuya Jesse went to the parlor. Kuya Juston disturbed my damn sleep just to go to a parlor? I might took an effort to find him a wife, magpakasal nalang siya at wag sirsin ang tulog ko.

Hinayaan kong si Kuya Juston sng kumausap sa parlorista as I keep my eyes closed, the parlorista did her thing. And when I open my eyes, my heavy curls are gone, replaced with fucking shiny, smooth and damn straight hair flowing from my shoulder through my back.

Where is my hair?! I asked him what the fucking hell happened and he freaking said, "You need to look decent in Cyd's wedding," With a casual tone like he didn't change my identity. He straightened my hair like it wasn't even in curls. Hindi ba disente ang kulot? Kailan nangyari iyon? Makakapatay yata ako.

"And who the heck is Cyd?"He gave me serious look and throw me the vintage dresses, marami iyon kaya ang iba'y nanlaglag sa sahig.

"He's my good man," By good man does he mean a friend? Or a business partner. That's basically equal for him, a workaholic guy. Napairap ako, "Fix yourself, we'll be there at ten."

And me, who's still stressed with my hair is getting stressed to pick a cloth, a decent one he emphasized a while ago, from a pile of it. Karamihan sa damit ay kulay puti and I don't like what, I prefer pastel colors or darker once.

Specially black, lalo na kung si Cryzler ang may suot. Just can't stop thinking about that guy, maybe because of the kiss? Or maybe, I'm like this from the start?

Kinagat ko ang labi ko at kinuha ang kulay piting damit, it has long slit from the toed towards the hip, kung susuutin ko ito ay masring makita na ang suot kong cycling but that's what fashion it. Risk exposing it all for the sake of fashion.