Chapter 39

He turned on the light, making me see everything inside his room.
"Feel at home," he casually tossed the motorbike key on the side table.
"Is this still your place?" I looked around.
The bed was small with only one pillow, as was the perforated cabinet. It had a few more clothes, including our university uniform. On the other side is another door. It looks like the bathroom. I even confirmed when he opened it. A white towel was taken from it.
"Here I sometimes stay," he sparingly replies.
"What place is this?"
He just handed me the towel, without saying anything as an answer. Next headed to the cabinet to get two t-shirts and shorts. One was thrown on the bed, and the other was presented to me.
"I'm sorry, this is the only dress I can lend you."
"It's okay ... Thank you," I smiled sparingly.
"I'm going out."
"Huh?"
I was alerted the next time I heard. The door does not have a solid gate, what if someone else enters through it? This place isn't safe enough to be at ease.
"Don't leave."
"Hmmm?"
"Maybe something bad will happen to me while you're gone. You stay here while I'm changing my clothes, then I'll come with you."
"I'll get dressed in the other room. Will you still come?" he tilted his head.
I was stunned and thought about what was said. I thought he was leaving because someone would take him.
"No!" I raised my forehead. "You can get dressed here after me."
He just shrugged, then pursed his lips. There was no intention to answer.
"You're just there, aren't you?" my last reminder before entering the bathroom, carrying the dress and towel.
I change as quickly as possible. He never tried to fix himself. Just a quick glance at the whole thing, that's fine. As expected, the t-shirt is quite large on the body, as are jersey shorts. Good and with a strap to somehow fit.
I feel comfortable in this.
"Finished-"
I didn't got a chance to continue my words. His own brain had erased the thought, as he watched his body. A clean white sheet was the only thing that covers his nudity. The wearing pants are on the floor now. I would have just worn the t-shirt case not continued after noticing my panic, but at the same time fascinating expression.
"Sorry, I had to change here. There's still work to be done."
"A-It's alright," I stuttered. "It's your house, you can always do everything you want."
I openly stared at his body. Down and up.
"Do you mind if I ask you to turn around?" he licked on his lips. "Or you don't mind seeing me dressing up in front of you ..." he craned his neck. Hands are placed on both waists.
"I don't mind," I subconsciously shook my head.
"What?" quickly wrinkled his forehead. Then he bit his lip so hard to stop himself from letting go of the word.
"Why do you keep on messing with your lips?"
That question was intentional. I am fully aware of it and I don't regret.
"What's a Geline ?!"
"Are you provoking me?"
"You are out of your mind," his jaw slightly clenched.
"Hindi Zi. I wonder what your lips tastes like ..."
"Are you asking for a kiss?" he lips rose in a mocking smile.
"Will you give me one?"
"Geline, you can't just ask for a kiss to someone!" crispy cheap the next it released.
"You are someone I know anyway, what's wrong with-"
I haven't finished what to say yet. His violent steps prevented approaching.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and threatened to kiss me. By instinct, I close my eyes, waiting for the perfect touch.
What are you doing Geline?
Repeated harvest of my mind. This is beyond my own will anymore. I didn't know he was going to shoot.
"Stop me girl. If you don't want to have a little version of us nine months from now," she whispered.
I opened my eyes, only to see his dark grimace. Pointing straight to my soul, sending shivers down my spine.
"You stop provoking me ..."
The jaw tightened as it moved away, entering straight into the bathroom.
Oh my God-
I growled loudly as I hugged the pillow beside me. Because he was moving, he still wanted to stay away even though he was already hugging him.
It was oddly hard as a pillow. I don't remember receiving it from Zi last night. Two soft pillows are the only ones I remember him throwing on the bed. Is it hardening? Magic ...
I draw myself closer to it, smelling its scent. Well it was originally a man's property. As expected, it would smell just like Zion.
I gently stroked it. Anywhere touch still tough. I lowered my hand even more and realized it was too long to be a pillow. It had curves too and-
Let me get up. Suddenly, the spirit that would have been drowsy disappeared.
I immediately saw his image, still asleep. Her upper body was uncovered, she was wearing only jersey shorts, no blanket or pillow.
I thought he would sleep outside, as what he have said to guard me. But he actually ended up laying here.
My gaze dropped to the hand on its thigh. I am nearly touching his thing.
Oh my God!
My exact departure from the sinful hand was to open his eyes.
I gasped heavily and subconsciously kicked him real hard.
"You crawled on me ?!" I exaggerated the question. The voice was even louder, it was impossible not to be heard by those outside.
"Excuse me?" his eyes darkened, making my breathing hitched.
At this moment, I suddenly wished nothing else than getting out of here.
"Girl, are you drunk?" he stood up, really pissed.
"Do I look drunk?" my bold response.
If only he knew how scared I am. His dark grimace is too much of a load for me. It was as if I were going to urinate, to have a fever, to run out of breath.
"Who among us is lying in bed?" he raised an eyebrow.
Aside from looking deadly, I also avoid staring at her exposed body. I'm almost too much for his physical appearance, maybe even used to and looking for every day. That would be a shame.
"I-I ..." I stuttered in response.
"Who woke up and found out that he was sleeping on the floor?"
Dead...
I did not answer. I am so doomed at every angle. Saving myself with the words raining on my mind will just turn to another disappointment.
"Blame it all on you being naughty Gee. You're still disturbing," his gaze shifted to my hand. Sneeze, then bite your lip.
"I didn't mean to ... Ummm-"
"Can you just shut up? You're too hot for the sun."
My pride suddenly got triggered by his rebuttal.
What ?!
Am I really?
"Hey!" I took a deep breath. "To the two of us you are the ruin, not only of the sun but of life!"
The fear I had just been carrying was automatically gone. My ego just couldn't accept his insult. I have reasons and means to answer. Well, even if I don't have, I will still do something to throw trash at him.
Am I now acting like a bitch? Yes, I may be.
"I was just an ordinary college girl at first, but then you came to mess with my mind, my beliefs and heart! Do you even know how frustrating that was?"
He just licked on his lips, unbothered. Moments later pout, I see holding back a smile.
The distance between us was only one step. He towered over me, as his palm landed on my forehead and neck. Feeling my temperature.
"It's just a fever," he tilted his head. This time, I saw his unfiltered mockery, pointing straight at me.
"What fever?"
I tried to recall what had been said recently. I immediately blamed my own mouth, after realizing my second mistake only for this morning.
How can I be this sinful as a woman? How on earth I suddenly became impulsive?
I am starting to hate me, real bad!
"Fever already," I agree later. Just in case it reduces the worry that it might think I like something. I don't! There is no way I would ...
I gasped violently at my own thoughts.
All right Gee, you still lie. If anything, you're better off here.
I am so good at pretension; I always am.
"You had a fever last night. I even had to knock on the door of neighboring houses to ask for medicine because the pharmacy was closed. I still had to watch you for two hours, until I fell asleep here on the floor even though the guard was told outside. Sorry, I may have spent too much **** for you. "
I was stunned again.
That was the only reason why he was the first to wake up. I fell into bed I didn"t know, so it lay down, and-
My gaze went to the shirt I am wearing.
It was his ...
"I had to give you my shirt, cause our sheets as one isn't enough to mend your cold."
That basically explains why he's half- naked. He had to give everything he had to relieve my cold and was forced to sleep to make sure I was cold.
And yet here I am, yelling at him.
I sniffed, when my neck was so itchy. Not knowing what to say.
"You stay here, I will just buy foods and medicine."
"Will you leave me here?"
"Yes."
He was about to turn around, but I swifly held the hem of his shirt. Stopping him from stepping out.
"I'm fine," I almost whispered.
"You still have a high fever Nielani, it might only get worse if you come along."
"I can handle-"
"No," he cut me off. "Don't be stubborn please, I don't want to hurt you. You will be safe here, don't worry."
"I"m scared of the people here," I replied without hesitation.
That was the real deal.
I can't never stand being alone, knowing that the neighbors might be a members of a wanted gang.
Yes, my life is chaotic. But that doesn't mean I'd rather die. I still have much to do with my life.
"You're overthinking. They know who you are, so don't do any harm."
His answer just confirmed my assumption. This place is indeed a community of bad people, doing bad deeds including-
"You do criminal offenses," I nodded at my own words.
It averted its gaze, just the slight tension of the jaw.
"This is probably the reason why you don't want to introduce yourself. You stopped me from knowing you, 'cause you are so guilty of your own action. What kind of crime are you committing Zi? Stealing, murder, hostage-taking, rape?"
I hate bad deeds. I once said that before. I don't trust those who does bad just to fulfill their needs. Good deeds are more ethical and helpful enough. Doing wrong will not help, but will only cause worse and bigger problems.
"I'll be back, you're just there," he said after a while.
"You haven't answered my question yet."
"I can't find any reason to answer just to mend your curiosity Geline Nielani Gavino. Stop now, before I forget who you are," he said in hard baritone.
I can really feel the seriousness of it. There is no denying the truth in the loosest words.
Yet I did not feel any fear at all. Now that I finally found out how dirty he was, I really shouldn't entrust my bestfriend's safety to him. He might be the real threat, how dare he deceive us?
"Why, what are you going to do to me Zion or Cold? Who are you really? What is your purpose with my friend?"
"Just because I am living here doesn't mean I also-"
"Don't turn me around anymore."
"See? It doesn't matter if I explain. You will never listen ..."
It didn't even wait for my answer. Immediately left, leaving me gaping due to the stuck word.
What should I expect from him anyway? If you don't want to answer, you will definitely find a way to avoid it. Will he remain acting like that until then? Why, does he think he should always run away from the problem or issue he faces and will face when more time comes?
Almost two hours. That"s how long I waited for it to return. The thought of a short -term loss would take thirty or more minutes. Does he even know a simple math? Or maybe I'm just kidding.
We were both mum to each other. I was sitting comfortably at the bed, crossing my arms over my chest with my hawk-like eyes watching his steps.
It quietly prepares food near the sink. The equipment here is limited, obviously old and can be destroyed with just one kick.
The table was small, there were no chairs, there were only two cutlery and there was a faucet but the water coming out would kill it.
His place was close to being empty. Still dark, despite the sunrays passing through the curtain. It was as if a long abandoned establishment, dwelled by a lost soul who can't find his light until now.
A soul that usually fans a flame that is as cold as eyes. He is burning blue.
I stood up to re -examine its equipment. Something I stopped doing earlier when there was a sudden knock on the door.
Still violent as if looking for a potential competitor. Suddenly my nervousness flashed, I could hardly move and the agitated heart seemed to separate from my chest. As the early heat was replaced by cold, sweating suddenly, the fever subsided in fear.
In fact, I would have wanted to leave here before. But it is always led by self -doubt. That you might fail to show courage to those you meet. People eager to see under the morning beam the new guest. I might end up being the headline in the news later and or tomorrow.
Breaking news: A dead body was found under the cliff.
'According to the police investigation, a woman in her twenties was brutally killed by an unknown criminal. She have received fifty stabbed wound on different parts of her body ... '
I winced at my own thoughts.
Now I hate how my mind always have the means to generate savagery.
But really, I should get out of here as soon as possible. Zion is one of them, that's the truth I must not ignore. He might be worse than any of the evil looking guys outside. Sometimes, whoever is quiet and we think is kind, that is really the real sinner.
Anyone should be wary enough. Pay much attention to your acquaintances.
I first opened the small drawer next to the cabinet. He may have hidden equipment of the victims here.
A simple answer don't do well on my apprehension. It just pushed me to know more; to uphold, my own.
"Eat it, I'll just take a bath," it said coldly for the first time.
"Is that poisonous?" I arranged for us.
Yes, it hurts to hear what I say. But this is how toxic I am when it comes to people I think might be a threat.
Also, I can't believe and even more can't accept the realization of its true nature.
I don't want to be friends with bad soul. At the same time, my system is ignoring the idea of ​​getting away.
"Can you Gee, stop doubting."
"So maybe you want to be a policeman so that when the time comes to protect the people here. Especially the dirty work."
"Stop judging us, just because we look different."
"How can I not, when I know-"
"Yes, most of the people living in this secluded place are ex convicts, theives, gangsters, name every bad behaviors you had in mind. But that doesn't mean they are still doing the same thing. They are trying to change, preferring to come here They are here to get away from people's judgment. Not because they have done wrong doesn't make them less as a person with rationality to make things right. They have made a mistake, now already repenting and trying to change for the world. Yet here you are, making them feel unacceptable to your world. Now, tell Gee who among us is bad? " its eyes are burning with anger.
I have triggered the emotion he was suppressing. I have pushed him to his limits that had me receive the kind of outburst I needed, to finally wake up.
Why didn't I think of the reasons it mentioned?
I was too dazzled by my own doubt. Driven by art and ego. Being patriotic I just focused more. Humanity is almost forgotten, especially to think that everyone has the ability to change.
What have you done Geline?
"Sorry ..." the only thing I said.
"Sorry," he let out a mocking smirk. "That's what you are always good at. Asking for forgiveness, but then will eventually do the same. Tsk!" he angrily left in front of me.
Go straight to the bathroom. It was just close to my place so it was very audible.
I looked sadly at the fingers that had been tensely squeezed.
What do I do now? How do I deal with him? How impulsive I am doing the insults, knowing he's the only one I can call for help right at this moment mon.
"Zi? I just realize what I have done. I'm sorry if my behavior is too ugly," I said, so guilty. "I won't say it again, I'll be nice to you from now on."
I raised my right hand to confirm the spoken word even though he could not see it.
I heard nothing as response. There was no more noise, I just had to stick my body and ears to the door to make sure he was still inside.
"I haven't been a good woman to you. I always make you feel bad ..." I took a step closer to the bathroom door.
I remained on my ground, so disappointed at myself. Karma is really fast.
The second wait lasted up to a minute. One, two, to five. I didn't hear even a little noise from inside, so that's how doubts and worries grew.
What is he doing inside?
What if in a fit of rage he suddenly thought of committing suicide? I know that his brain is not small enough to do bad things to himself. But I am just trying to consider the possibility.
I dramatically rubbed my chest. Come even closer to the door. If anything happened, it was my fault. And I'm probably the first to blame because we're the only ones together now.
Without a second thought, I opened the door. It wasn't lock, so I immediately got the chance to step in. One wrong step quickly regretted.
Its serious image was the first thing I came across. The upper body was no longer covered, the hands were in both pockets, leaning against the wooden wall while the pair of still-eyed eyes were focused directly on me.
It had my knees tremble a bit. I swallowed hard, seriously afraid to meet his intense glare.
"I-I am s-so ... so-rry," I stuttered.
I bow slightly to show sincerity here. When he would have turned back to the place left. But too late, before I could do so, he already managed to pull me closer.
I quickly felt the pain in its grip. I frowned openly. He tried to push her away, but just failed. I was completely devoid of his strength.
I am just a puppy, compared to this good-looking yet dangerous wolf.
"Zion, I'm sorry, aren't I?" my nervousness only intensified. "Is this how you hurt?" I still struggled to be brave despite the dire situation.
From my arm, his hand moved to my waist. Pulling me even closer.
His nose is nearly touching my cheek, intimate enough to graze the side of my lips. I can totally feel his warm and robust breath, transmitting lurking emotions on me.
"This is how I give pleasure," he whispered, so right for me to hear.
It didn't even let my system recover from the panic. He claimed my neck in a sensual manner. It's better to say that his kiss brought excitement.
But strangely, I still found pleasure despite the pain.
For the first time, I heard myself producing erotic sound.
My God, how dare you Gee ?!
His lips went up to my jaw, my cheek and-
Just when I am ready to welcome his lips, he suddenly stopped. Pity its mouth to move away a little, just like me chasing the breath.
His hands trailed up to the side of my breast, shoulder and neck. Until his thumb found my bottom lip.
"You have a big dream Gee, I don't want to ruin it."
He left again. The second time left me gaping.
To be continued...