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Key: Broken Strings Chapter 15
MELISSA QUIZON
"Just take him to his room." I said to Eugene as he lifted my sleeping son out of the car.
He is tired of participating in various games. The event ended almost at dusk, so we went home at night.
Eugene nodded and headed straight for Reid's bedroom door. I put down the bags that held the clothes we used earlier. I took out the food container one by one and put it in the sink. If I take care of it tomorrow, it will probable stink so bad.
When I turned, I saw Eugene standing behind me. I could see the tiredness and joy in his eyes as he stared at me. Reid always teases him because he likes to swim in the deep part of the pool. I don't know how to swim so he only invites Eugene.
I wiped my hand. "You want a chocolate cake?"
He reached for me and put my hair behind my ear. "'Don't bother, I know you're tired too."
I close my eyes as he gently kisses my forehead.
"Eugene..." I said softly as our eyes met. "Are you really willing to wait?"
"Yeah." His thumb caressed my cheek. "You know I can."
I saw the sincerity in his eyes.
"I'm sorry if we're both having a hard time with our situation." I held his hand that was on my cheek. "I can't just love you with my broken pieces. It will hurt us both, Eugene."
He nodded. His arms wrapped around my shoulders. I heard the loud and fast beating of his heart. I also felt mine, no, it wasn't as fast as his heartbeat. I want to love Eugene. But, there seems to be some force holding me back.
"Don't let your anger consume you." He pulled away and lowered his face to give me a soft kiss on the cheek. "Good night, Mel."
"Good night."
I waited for Eugene's car to disappear from my sight before I finally closed the door. I locked it and went straight to Reid's room. He was lying on his bed and sound asleep. I took a pair of pajamas from his cabinet, Transformers was printed on it, then approached Reid to dress him up.
I slowly removed his clothes and replaced it with pajamas. He would be more comfortable if he were wearing pajamas. I kissed him on the forehead before gently closing his bedroom door. I took care of myself before I went to sleep. I lay down on my bed. Maybe because of fatigue, my eyelids became heavier.
Three days have passed without Wright noticing us. I'm thankful that he doesn't bother me anymore. He seems to have accepted the fact that I don’t want him.
After I took Reid to his school, I went to work. I greeted my other co-teachers as I entered the faculty room. I put my things down on the table and sat on the chair.
“Oh, my gosh! Are they breaking up?” I turned to Ellyza. She was staring at the television. Almost all of my co-teachers stopped what they were doing when they saw news about Wright.
“Wright and Claire part ways?!” That’s captioned as it shows pictures of Claire and Wright hugging inside an exclusive restaurant. “And Mr. Wright Agoncillo confirmed it!”
Suddenly the video pops up where the media surrounds Wright as security personnel work very hard to protect him.
“Yes. We already broke up. To be honest, we are no longer in a relationship for a long time now. Before I went home to the Philippines, it’s over between us. But, we’re still friends, it won’t change/” Wright said as he found it difficult to walk due to pressure from various media men.
"Wright, someone saw you go to church after you went to a resort. What did you do there?” A man managed to past through the strict security.
"No comment." Wright responded and smiled.
"Aren't you anyone dating today?" The female reporter shouted.
Wright smiled sadly. “No one. Because the woman I want still does not want me. Yet.”
My heart pounded when he looked at the camera. The Press was even more aggressive when he said that. They still stumble upon interviewing Wright even though the elevator in which they boarded is closed.
“Oh no! He is single! This is our chance!” My co-teachers were thrilled. “But, it’s obvious that Claire and him no longer together? Claire is already dating another man! I saw her pictures in social media sites.”
"Yes. Wright is so private. That’s the media kept on harassing him. My poor, broken baby.” Hilda said.
I secretly smirked at them. I don’t know why I’m disgusted right now. I'm so irritated. It’s good that he has an eye for someone right now, then he was going to stop bothering us.
“Of course. He is an actor and a multinational businessman. He has the right keep his life private!” Marites said. I was just listening to their talk.
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside our faculty room. I would have ignored that if my co-teachers hadn't just run to see who was outside. Maybe we just had a new student and the son of a well-known personality so confused. We often do that since we work in an exclusive musical school.
I brought the papers containing the musical notes because I will now teach piano keys to my students. I fix that as I walk out of the faculty. Then I bump into someone.
“Ay! Sor— “Goddamnit! I looked and my smile faded.
"Hi." Wright said, his smile widened.
Shit. "W-What are you doing here?"
I noticed a lot of people taking pictures of Wright and me, so I do everything to make myself look professional. There are guards preventing people from entering the faculty.
I saw how alarmingly gorgeous this guy really was. The one hand fisted in his pocket tugged at his jeans, revealing a small sliver of a taut stomach. "Uh... I was just going to ask why Bobbie doesn't want to go to school?"
I was surprised by what he said. It's only now that I realize that Bobbie hasn't come in for two days. I didn't notice that she had an enemy in the room or that anyone was teasing her. Bobbie was quiet, as if she were avoiding people. Is it my fault? Wasn’t she satisfied with my teaching? Did I scare her?
"Where's she? I want to talk to her, Mister Agoncillo." I formally say but with a hint of concern. As much as possible, I don’t want others to notice that we have a past.
He stared at me.
I stared back.
"This is a serious matter, Miss Quizon. Can we talk in private?" He asked as he stepped closer.
"Private? Really." I echoed. I clenched my teeth and worked to keep my lips in a neat, straight line.
He nodded. "Yes."
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