Stay Still
"Who's her? Your girlfriend?" her eyes became firm and looked at me from head to toe.
Latrelle didn't reply anything while I don't know what to react; if I'll smile or not.
"Oh! She looks familiar!"
"Yes, ate. Remember the painting. Does Dad arrive home?"
Latrelle pulled me outside while his sister is on our back.
"Manang, are the foods ready for the celebration?" Latrelle's sister asked the maid who cleaning the mural paintings. They're elegant.
I didn't notice them a while ago. I concluded that this kind of art is called constructive paintings. I wonder what kind of painting is for me. Goddess masterpiece.
"Yes, Ma'am. We're still waiting for Madamme"
Latrelle's forehead formes a line when Manang said those words. Her sister didn't notice it and instead went to the kitchen.
His steps became slow and mine too. His sister pulled us a chair to sit. She put a table napkin on us and poured a glass of wine on the glass.
It really feels good that she'll be your sister because of care. If I just have a sibling too, I'll care for whoever it is.
"Of course I can't ever forget these favourite parts of yours on a celebration" His sister smiled genuinely. While Latrelle like he's not interested.
"Surprise!!!! I was the who bake these cake!" She placed them on the center part of the table.
"Thank you. But you still didn't go to watch our game," I simply stepped onto his feet under t table.
His jaw intensely met because of what I did. The first time, I felt afraidness but I tried to understand him. I know that it's natural that he'll say that because he's disappointed in the situation.
"Oh! Our baby boy. You are quickly sulking on. Come here," However Latrelle didn't comment.
It was like watching a family movie because of them. What would the next scene be if their parents arrived?
"Okay. I'll be the one to be there," his sister hugged him and kissed his head.
"I'll make it next time," she's still smiling even though Latrelle didn't say anything.
There's a part of mine saying that I should leave this place but I can't because Latrelle brought me here.
This aren't a minute when I heard their maid greeted in the living room. The sound made by a shoe suddenly stops on the kitchen rug that is in front of us.
He wore business attire while holding a small suitcase.
The mood of Latrelle suddenly changed. A while ago he's like a bulb with a poor light but now he's lighted fully.
"Dad!," he hugged his father shortly. This man unfixed his hair.
"You did well son. I'm sorry. It's been years that I didn't watch your game. He put the suitcase on the table and the maid suddenly get it.
"I know, Dad. But you can watch me at our final game next week. If you have your time" my jaw dropped because of his accent. Considering his baritone voice that marks on my ear.
"We'll see," no wonder Latrelle got his trait. The timbre of voice is exactly as Latrelle's
The moment he gazed at me, his smile became wider. "Who's this girl? Is she different from----"
Latrelle cut him. " Yes, Dad she's completely different. That's my friend, Kaoree and also our housemaid"
"Ahm...he-hello," my tongue twisted because of shame "I mean hello with respect"
"You're beautiful hija and looked good on my son" I don't know if I must be glad about what he said but I choose not to.
Latrelle, who's in my front, stopping himself from laughing. What's funny anyway?
"Dad, she'll be overwhelmed by what you said. Like, she has a crush on me!," Latrelle laughed and so did his sister too.
"Overwhelmed?," I raise my eyebrow up and quickly raise it down too.
I stared at his father. "I'm sorry sir, but I don't have a crush on your son. He's too arrogant,"
They laughed together.
"My gosh! Latrelle! Finally, someone admitted that you have that kind of attitude!" his sister laughingly said and put the pasta on the table.
"Even if I'm just like that I knew that she likes me. I won't hesitate to court her.
"I'll never permit you to court me. I'm sorry to all of you but my ideal man is different.
I'm sorry to disrespect you" I repeatedly bowed.
"You mean. These aren't a courtship yet?" his sister asked.
"Well. I really don't know but the fact that I brought her here...," my foreskin raise when he darted his black eyes on me. "but it's possible"
"I see her as my future girlfriend but there's a more important thing other than that," I spelled because of what he says. There's a thing inside me that is darted
"Oh! What's that drama baby boy. What's that thing important other than her? Don't tell me that-" he shut his sister's lips.
"Let's not talked about that thing," Latrelle said and properly sited.
"Well, then let's eat. Enjoy eating ninja,"
That's right! Wow! I'm craving the foods in front. Roast chicken, Leche flan, carbonara and cordon Bleu that now wonder for me to crave.
The tick of metal ladle on the plate creates a loud while we're serving our own food. It's automatically interrupted because of a woman who came.
Her fashion sense is shown because of her posture and because of her colour cream dress. The pieces of jewelry around her neck and arms.
"Sorry, hon. I'm late," she kissed the man who's on the first seat.
"Congrats, son," she calmly said and was about to kiss Latrelle but he refuses.
"What's this drama again, Latrelle?" his father said.
Namuo ang tensyadong awra sa pagitan namin.
The tension-filled the ambience.
"Exhausted lang siguro ang anak natin." sabi ng Mama niya.
"I guess our son is only exhausted," his mother said.
"Mom, you shouldn't go back home," I blinked because of what he said. The grip of his father on the utensils suddenly tightened. His sister is like a vegetable without a fresh.
I stoop up. "I'm sorry about-,"
Why does Latrelle always cut other's words?
"Don't be sorry," Without any minutes Latrelle pulled me outside until we reached his car.
From there we stood still. He slowly placed his chin on my shoulder. I was about to lift it but...
"Please just stay still. I just need someone to lean on" seconds passed and his tear dropped.