MMP-11

                                    

                                          
FREEN's POV






"So itchy! I think I have an allergy," I grumble then scratch my hand for the nth time. 
"Oh c'mon, you don't have food allergies. Maybe it's because of something you hold or what," Rhae replied then give me  an alcohol. 
Tinanggap ko naman iyon at nilagyan ang kamay ko. My hands become itchy since I got home. I don't know if it's because of the food we ate, but that's not my first time eating those. I never had an allergy also. 
"I don't know, it just became itchy since I got home last night," I said while carefully scratching my hand. I feel that it's slowing getting prickly. 
"Stop rubbing your hands, Freen, baka masugat pa 'yan," pagsaway ni Rhae na sinunod ko naman. 
"Maybe its because of that soap," I whispered out of nowhere. 
"What soap? You tried new products?" Rhae confusedly asked. 
"No, nevermind," I replied then continue what I'm doing in my laptop. 
I'm here in my office, in my company. Wala akong pasok ngayon as a professor kaya ito ang inaasikaso ko. 
"Why did you pass by anyway?" I asked Rhae while my eyes are still on the monitor of my laptop. 
"I just wanna tell you that Kelvin called me last night," Rhae answered. I didn't tried to look at her since I'm having a little confusion about what I'm doing. 
"Hmm, is it important that you need to tell it to me personally?" She can tell me about it when we see each other or through a phone call but she didn't. Pakiramdam ko tuloy ay importante ang bagay na yon. 
"I think yes," she replied that made me stop what I'm doing and look at her, confused. 
"You're not sure? Why? What did he said?" I curiously asked.
"He's going home," she said plainly. 
"Uh? That's good. It's been three years since the last time he returned to the Philippines." Kelvin is our old friend. We used to be with him during highschool and college. But two years after he graduated, his father wants him to manage their company in the states. He has no other choice but to follow his dad's order. 
"Yeah, but he told me something, about why his dad wants him home." I was intrigued of what she said. 
"Why?" Hindi ko alam kung bakit but I have this strange feeling na parang nagpapakaba sa'kin. 
"It's not confirmed yet, pero sa tingin n'ya iyon ang dahilan. He didn't want to tell you habang hindi pa s'ya nakakauwi but this keeps on bugging me. Alam kong hindi mo din ito magugustohan," pagpapaligoy ligoy nito. Mas lalo tuloy akong naiintriga, it's sounds like I'm involved on that. 
"Bakit nga?" I really wants to hear why. Para akong biglang naging interesado doon. 
"I think I'm not in the position to tell you this. Pero naiisip ko palang ang reaksyon mo kapag nalaman mo 'to, binabagabag na ako ng konsensya ko. But don't overthink too much, it's not confirmed yet. Kumbaga, theory n'ya palang 'to." 
"Yeah, I know, so what did he said?" I became impatient because she's talking too much yet she didn't answer my question. 
"Okay, here it is," she paused then look straight into my eyes. "Make sure you won't over react, okay?" 
"Just fucking tell me, Rhae," nauubosan ng pansensyang sabi ko. 
"Yeah, yeah, I will," she paused again. "He thinks that your Mom and his dad wants the two of you to get married," deretso at mabilis na pagkakasabi nito.