ROYCE
I continuously massage my temple while pacing back and forth in my living room, waiting for the call to be picked up. Nelina wouldn't admit it, but I saw it in her eyes. She was terrified; her anxiety attacked again even though she did her best to hide it from me.
"Hello, Mr. Park." Finally, a well-modulated voice came from the other line.
"Yes, Jay, thanks for picking up. I know it's late, but I badly need your help," I said as I sat on the couch. Almost midnight when I took a glance at my wristwatch. It took two hours before I finally decided to call for professional help.
"I am sending you a detailed format that I need for a certain person. Please give me all the details when I come home from Manila. I'll be leaving tomorrow, so hopefully, af
ROYCE The food was excellent, unlike what Nelina has pointed out that she's not a good cook. Probably my sense of taste is biased when it comes to her that the food is savored good. Although, I think it tastes delicious because Nelina might have gotten it from her mom, who's a great cook. Whichever might be, I enjoyed having my breakfast cooked by the one I love. "Hey," Nelina gently elbowed me, which interrupted my thoughts. "Yes." "Have you scheduled an appointment with the doctor today?" "Yes, we have to be there at 11am to check Sir Arthur and discuss the options we have for your dad's speedy recovery." "That's even be
NELINA The conversation with Royce in the hospital keeps replaying in my head. Royce seems really happy helping my family that I could not help but be curious about his own family. His parents, he said, left him when he was little. It must have been hard for him. The thought of it crushed my heart. All this time, it was all about me about my anxiety, my family, and my job. He always made time for me. I forcefully shut my eyes and suppressed the guilt inside. I should be reciprocating all the love he gave me; I don't want him to feel that way, not seeing his worth. My nails raked on the bed I sat on. I felt like I'd put too much burden on Royce's shoulder. If not for his looks, I wouldn't believe that he is a 30-year-old man. Royce was way more mature in dealing with things more than any other man I know i
ROYCEAt precisely 1 PM, the team was complete. Nelly and I were the last ones to arrive at the Racing Track. Rico, Santi, Leo, and Andi were already in their racer suits. Well prepared for our scheduled Sunday drag racing practice. "Guys, you know my girlfriend, right?" I said as we joined in the group patiently waiting for us. Nelly's hand entwined with mine."How could we forget?" Rico was quick to answer."Hi, Nelly," Andi and Leo said in unison and raised a hand in greetings."Hi, guys," Nelly responded as she pressed her lips in a thin line. She's still a little shy around my friends."Sweet..." I heard Santi. His voice had a trace of tease as he prolonged the word, a sinister smirk pla
ROYCEA few minutes had passed, but Nelly never said a word following Roxie's encounter. I brought her to my quarter to calm down. My eyes stuck at her innocent face as she sat opposite me. Her face down as she squeezed her hands. Nelly's chest rose and fell, which is quite different from ordinary; I could hear her breathing because of the silence that dominated between us.Even if she hasn't uttered a word, I know that she's having an inner argument. The last thing I want her to think is questioning her worth just because Roxie belittled her."Do you wanna say something? Ask me anything."I broke the silence. Only by then, Nelly lifted her head, her sight landed on mine. She straightened her body, her back on the cushion. All the while, never leaving my eyes that
ROYCE"What? That's your car," she said as she pointed at the car."Used to, but this is yours now. I want you to have it as a birthday gift. This was the first car I bought with my hard-earned money. That's why I'm choosing this as my late birthday gift for you. Giving a gift from my hard-earned money would be the best instead of relying upon my grandparents' wealth." I told Nelly, loud and proud, as I opened the driver's seat door.Nelly was staring at me the whole time I was talking and didn't say a word."If this is not your type, we can-""I like it," Nelly said, cutting me off. She pressed her lips before she let out a long breath. I would have offered to buy the latest model for her.&
NELINAA week has passed quickly, but still, the memories with Royce in the car were vivid to me. I love how he held me in his arms, the touch of his hands that sent warmth on my skin, and the way he pressed his lips on mine. My heart skipped a beat imagining Royce's face, overjoy clouded his features as he trailed his fingers on my cheek. I never thought there could be any safer place than the arms of my dad and my brother Mark.I was cut off from my daydream when the doorbell rang. It must be Marica. I threw a brief look in the mirror before I intended to attend who's on my door.I was about to grab my clutch bag when I saw the Mercedes Benz car key. The sentimental guy.
ROYCERoyce inclined his arm around me and gently squeezed my shoulder, which was consoling. He smiled pleasantly when I glanced up at his face, and I took it as my assurance to stay calm."Uncle Philip, this is Nelly, my girlfriend, baby, my this is my uncle, Philip," Royce said as he looked at his uncle back and forth and me."Pleased to meet you, sir," I greeted as I offered a hand for a handshake.His facial expression softened, a smile crept on his lips."Finally, it's nice to meet you as well, Ms. Cruz," he said as he stood up and took my hand for a handshake.I felt a burden lifted from my shoulder when I saw him smile at me; before my thou
NELINAI saw Marie dancing with Leo on the far left side, and there was Rico, Santi, and Andi, all of them, who had a girl; only God knows where they found them. Probably just in their circle of friends, it was an invitation-only party."Baby, why did you choose classical music?" I can't help myself but ask Royce. This is not the typical choice of men at his age. My face was an inch close to his. My hands clasped on his nape, his hands on my waist as we swayed to the melody."The music is one way of remembering my grannies; they like classical music," he said, shrugging his shoulders."Well, at their age, it's understandable, right? And to be honest, I was kind of learning to like it as well," he said as he showed an awkward grin. He must have been a little shy to