Arya’s POV
"What the hell, Tedson!"
Despite countless times, I once again took his face away from my arm. I almost had to put a barrier between us without me having to repeatedly remove its face from leaning on my right shoulder. He's so heavy and yet, he still leaned on! I have a thin shoulder, I can't carry him!
When he will test my patience, I'll drop him in the car. He will sleep on the street! It's not my fault anymore.
He'll take care of himself and find out what's going on when he wakes up. It's up to him to guess what happened. I also don't care if he gets mad at me. After all, he is still the one to blame for what happened to him.
If he wasn't arrogant and pretended that it was easy for him to drink alcohol, he wouldn't end up like this. He feels like he is strong and does not get hit immediately by alcohol.
"Ma'am Arya, what happened to Sir Tedson?" Her voice was mixed with concern.
I looked in the rear view mirror of the car when Uncle Emman, the longtime family driver of the Ruiz family, asked. Before Señor Alejandro took me in, Uncle Emman was already there and was already serving the family that cared for me.
I also love Uncle because like Aunt Cora, he will serve the Ruiz family for most of his life. Aunt and Uncle are both very loyal and diligent in serving Señor and Señorito. The only difference is that Aunt Cora did not have a family while Uncle Emman had his own family. But that is no reason to diminish its good service to the Ruiz family. In fact, Uncle Emman spends even more time at his job than with his family. But Uncle Emman's family doesn't mind that because they know how dedicated their home is to work and another thing, Señor Alejandro did not fail to provide benefits to Uncle Emman's family. So they are very grateful to the Ruiz family.
“My gosh, Uncle! This jerk drank too much. Mr. Alvarez invited us for a dinner meeting and after dealing with him, he gave us an expensive wine. He thought he was as strong as I am when it came to drinking. With only seven glasses left, this asshole has already been knocked out.”
I heard Uncle's weak laugh. He was no longer looking in the rear view mirror and his focus was now straight on the road. “Oh, that kid! Did he forget what he did the last time you guys had a drink at the hacienda? He almost threw up everything because he was so dizzy. ” I smiled as he began to tell me what had happened a year ago. "I don't know about Sir Tedson, he already knows that his stomach is weak when it comes to alcohol but he still drinks," he added.
I glanced at the person next to me. At the window, he is leaning now while asleep. Obviously he was sleeping well and couldn't hear what we're talking about.
“Yes, exactly, Uncle! No matter how many times I will remind him, he still drinks and he has the guts to compete with me. The stubbornness! ”
Before I could take my eyes off him, I stared at him first. I couldn’t help but be annoyed with him because of the really hardness of his head.
What is he doing now? Knockout!
We had a dinner meeting earlier with Mr. Alvarez, the new client of Ruizville Farm Services, Inc. I am the only one who should face Mr. Alvarez but at the behest of Señorito Keeion, Tedson accompanied me. That wasn't a problem for me because I admit that Tedson is more skilled in communication skills and many clients get caught because of his flowery words.
Our meeting went well, we had no trouble convincing Mr. Alvarez to make us a supplier in their large flower shop business here in the Manila branch. This was good news for Señorito Keeion. We informed him before we went home because that was his order. He won't let Mr. Alvarez declined our proposal. Mr. Alvarez is one of a well-known businessman in the Philippines so if happen that we rejected, Señorito Keeion will be the one to talk to that client. He was ready to travel back to Manila just to get Mr. Alvarez.
I don't know about that man. He filed for leave for vacation but the brain is still at work. How can he rest on that?
I don't have to tell Uncle where we're going home because he already knows. At Tedson's condo we're going to spend the night today because that's closer than my condo.
I don't want to disturb Uncle Emman to take me to my condo. We will travel early tomorrow and no one will take care of this man. We can't leave him in his condo knowing he's drunk. We still have a conscience if something goes wrong with him.
When we got to the opposite side of where Tedson's condo was, I immediately helped him get out of the car. His hand rested on my shoulder while his right hand held me. I had a hard time walking because he could no longer balance his walk. Fortunately, Uncle Emman helped me immediately after he parked the car.
“Shame on you, Tedson! Have you been neglected in the kitchen these past few weeks? Why are you so heavy now, huh?” I complain as we wait for the elevator to open.
Tedson shook his head and seemed to understand what I said.
"I-I'm not fat!" He even managed to criticize what I said. “A-Arya is f-fat. She's eating too much, I swear!” he added that it caused my two eyebrows to meet.
Even though I didn’t look at Uncle Emman, I knew he was smiling secretly.
I pinched Tedson's side waist. Be thankful that I can't punch his face right now because my hands are handling him.
His courage to tell me fat! Yes, I'm eating a lot but I don't gain weight. My metabolism is fast so it doesn’t matter to me if I eat when I eat. I’m not going to get fat!
I just held back the annoyance and just focused on the road. I was still wearing four inch high heels while supporting this man. I can't lose my balance when I don't want to slip on the floor.
"Ma'am, should we let him sleep in his room?" Uncle asked as soon as we got inside the condo.
We had no trouble opening his condo because we held the key. His living room is near the kitchen and bathroom was immediately exposed to us. His condo is not that big but it is enough for one person.
“Yes, we will direct him to his room. You will just sleep on the sofa in the living room, Uncle. I'll just lay a blanket on the floor in the room.”
“It's too cold on the floor, Ma'am. Are you sure?"
I nodded. “It's okay, Uncle Emman. "I'll just use Tedson's comforter."
Uncle nodded and just agreed.
I will also not allow them to exchange sleep with me. Uncle is old and he deserves to sleep better on the soft sofa.
When we got to his room, we slowly dropped Tedson on his king size bed. Uncle adjusted his position and while he was doing that, I went to the closet to get a replacement shirt for Tedson.
I gave Uncle a shirt and shorts. Uncle immediately got what I wanted to happen. I turned around so that Uncle could start dressing Tedson.
It's really good that my assistant is Uncle Emman. I really can’t bear to do that thing. Never!
“It's okay now, Ma'am Arya. I will go up to the living room so I can rest. You go to sleep too because our trip is early tomorrow.”
“Yes, Uncle. I'll just get a comforter in the closet so I can sleep as well.” I pointed to the adjacent closet I had opened earlier. "Thank you, Uncle Emman," I chased before he could get out the door.
I didn’t bother to close the bedroom door because it was Uncle who did that.
I was about to go back to the closet when I noticed Tedson was still wearing his wristwatch. I think Uncle forgot to remove that. So instead of going to the closet, I first approached the sleeping man to remove his wristwatch.
I slowly climbed into his soft bed. I was hesitant in our position because I was sitting beside him now and trying to reach his left hand raised. I kept my eyes from other parts of his body, especially the middle part and his face.
I took a deep breath when I finally removed his watch. I was about to leave his position when he suddenly grabbed my hand causing my body to fall on him.
"D-Don't leave," he shook.
“What is it, Tedson? Let me go!”
Instead of letting go of my hand, he tightened his grip on it even more.
"Hmm?"
I could no longer get away from him when he locked me in his two arms. He hugged me as I lay on his body.
“Hey, what! Let me go, you're crazy!”
"I do not want to."
He was so strong compared to me that no matter how hard I tried to get away, I couldn’t do it. That's why I didn't waste any more energy.
When I fell silent he just loosened his grip on me.
But why is it that now that he is holding me so loosely, I can't move? I almost didn’t want to leave the overlap with him.
I stared at its innocent face.
I can’t figure out why the beat of my heartbeat is fast as I stare at the sleeping man.