Superstar's Secret Wife (Filipino)

~Yongsann Lim~ "Let's get a divorce, Yongsann," he said rudely as he entered our room. It was still early in the morning, but those irritating words greeted me. "I haven't had a decent night's sleep since your concert ended, Grantt. Do you even have the slightest concern to ask how I'm doing?" I shouted, my voice filled with frustration. This guy has a knack for pushing my buttons. Despite my enduring patience, he consistently manages to find new and exasperating ways to drain it, like a relentless mosquito buzzing around, testing the limits of my sanity. Dalawang araw na ang nakakalipas simula nang matapos ang kanyang 4th-anniversary concert at pagkatapos na pagkatapos lang talaga ay umalis ito ng walang paalam at hindi sinabi kung saan ang kanyang punta. Bilang manager niya ay gusto ko ng i-report siya as missing person kung hindi ko lang nakita ang post niya kahapon ng umaga na kasama ang kanyang non-celebrity friends at ang sikat niyang singing-partner na si Wendy. Like, what the hell is wrong with him? Even if he doesn't acknowledge me as his wife, the least he could do is maintain a professional demeanor. I'm still stuck being his handler. It's infuriating to think that due to his fame, there's a constant risk of someone grabbing him and callously throwing him off the iconic San Juanico Bridge or into the murky depths of the Pasig River. The frustration of dealing with his antics intensifies as I contemplate the absurd possibilities. In-off ko ang aking laptop at tumayo. Labag sa aking kalooban na kuhanan siya ng damit para makapagpalit. Ayokong mahaluan ng kahit anong pabango ng babae niya ang bedsheet namin. Iyon ang hinding-hindi ko matatanggap at alam niya ang tungkol sa bagay na iyon. "If you don't want me to start another fight, I suggest you change your clothes." Naaala ko noon kung gaano kalala ang away namin dahil lang natapunan ang kama namin ng pabango na ibinigay ni Wendy sa kanya. Kung hindi dahil sa work ay paniguradong hindi kami mag-uusap sa loob ng apat na buwan. Maging ang pag-spray ng kahit na anong pabango sa loob ng kwarto namin ay hindi niya magawa, pwera na lang kung ako ang bumili niyon. My sensitivity is overwhelming, perhaps explaining why, despite being married for four years, our married life remains stagnant. Our union was solely based on the desires of our parents, lacking any genuine connection. Yeah. It is a loveless marriage, void of the emotional fulfillment and growth that should accompany such a commitment. Nagsisimula pa lang din siya sa singing career niya ng panahong ikinasal kami. Iyon ang dahilan kung bakit 98% sa mga nakakakilala sa amin ay hindi alam na mag-asawa kami. Kahit mga fans niya at si Wendy ay hindi alam ang tungkol doon kaya ayaw na ayaw niyang makita kami outside work na magkasama. Allergy siya sa presensiya ko. That's exactly what I want. I'm happy being his manager. It brings peace to my life. There's no love between us, and we both feel the same way. We're only married on paper, without any deep affection for each other. With a sarcastic tone, he retorts, "And who do you think you are, telling me what I should and shouldn't do?" Naupo naman ako sa gilid ng kama, dalawang dipa ang agwat sa kanya pero magkaharap naman kami. "Do you want me to introduce myself to your fans? You think you can handle that?" I fire back, my tone laced with threat. His gaze intensifies, and his jaw clenches in response as I smirk mischievously. He's seriously mesmerizing, with his eyebrows perfectly arched, meeting in the middle when he's all riled up. His eyes, a captivating golden amber, have this irresistible pull. And that nose, so pointed, just adds to his sharp features, perfectly matching his lips that practically beg to be kissed. Pero kahit gano'n ay hindi umuubra sa akin ang kagwapohang taglay niya. Hindi siya gentleman at mas lalong hindi siya sweet. Ngumiti o tumatawa lang din siya kapag si Wendy ang kanyang kaharap. Fine, si Wendy ang mahal niya. Ano naman? Eh, ako pa rin ang asawa niya. Pinigilan kong mapabuntonghininga at binawi ang tingin ko sa kanya. Kahit bali-baliktarin pala ang sitwasyon ay ako pa rin ang dehado. "Kung pagod ka na sa akin, pwede mong pirmahan ang annulment paper natin, nasa drawer ko lang naman iyon," saad niya at tumayo na. Nang makapasok siya sa shower room ay agad kong inilagay sa laundry basket ang maruruming damit niya na galing sa travel bag niyang dala. After a few minutes, he walks out butt-naked. I've seen his bare body more times than I can count, but I make a point not to pay any attention or even sneak a peek, pretending like I haven't seen a damn thing. "Huwag ka na munang pumunta ng studio ngayon. Mahigit 48 hours naman na kayong magkasama ni Wendy, diba?" kaswal kong saad habang nakatutok na ulit sa laptop ko. Mula sa gilid ng mga mata ko ay nakikita ko siyang tahimik na nagbibihis. "Why? Akala ko ba ay wala kang pakialam kung anong meron sa amin ni Wendy?" sarkastiko niya na namang lintanya. Dahil sanay naman na ako tono ng kanyang pananalita kapag kaming dalawa lang ang magkasama ay nagiging normal na lang din ang dating niyon sa akin. "Wala naman akong sinabing may pakialam ako, diba? Fine, pumunta ka kung gusto mo. Bahala ka sa buhay mo," asik ko na talaga. Pabagsak siyang nahiga at natahimik na. Napatingin ako sa wall clock at nang makita kong pasado 6:00 a.m na rin naman ay pumasok na rin ako sa shower room. Hindi lang ang lalaking ito ang artist na hinawakan ko, apat sila. Naligo ako kahit na sobrang lamig ng panahon. Ber months na rin kasi kaya sobrang baba ng temperature dito sa Tagaytay. Minsan lang naman din ako nagagawi rito dahil kapag working days ay nasa condo ko ako sa Quezon City. May sariling condo rin naman doon si Grantt kaya minsan lang din siya magawi rito. Nakatapi lang ako ng tuwalya nang lumabas ng shower room. Natampal ko ang aking noo nang maalalang wala nga pala akong damit na nakahanda. Walang ingay ang galaw ko dahil baka magising si Grantt. Mukhang pagod ito kaya nakatulog agad. Binuksan ko ang cabinet ko at maingat na pumili ng damit, ayaw ko kasing nagugulo ng mga damit sa lagayan. Tamad akong mag-ayos kaya pinanatili kong pulido ang pagkakasalansan ng mga ito. "Ay s**t," mahinang asik ko ng matanggal ang tuwalya sa katawan ko. Dumiretso iyon sa sahig. Agad akong napalingon kay Grantt at nakahinga ng maluwag nang malamang tulog pa rin ito. Hindi ko na dinampot pa ang tuwalya. Naging komportable lang akong walang kahit na anong tela sa katawan habang naghahanap ng pwedeng suotin. "What to wear, huh? This or this?" kausap ko sa aking sarili. "Maybe this thick one since malamig," deklara ko at nakangiting hinigit ang isang long sleeves ko. Papatungan ko na lang din ito ng coat. Pagpihit ko ay saktong nagtama ang paningin namin ni Grantt. Nakatitig lang siya sa akin. Biglang nagdirilyo ang aking dibdib. Hindi ko alam kung dadamputin ko ba ang tuwalya na nasa sahig o isusuot ang long sleeve na hawak ko. I have no idea how Grantt managed to get so close to me in an instant. He swiftly closed the cabinet and pressed me against it. With nothing but skin between us, I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, the cabinet creating an intimate cocoon. "Grantt, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice filled with nervous anticipation. Our faces were mere inches apart, the tension between us palpable. "Why? You're my wife. There's nothing wrong with this," he replied, his voice laced with desire. He ignites my senses with tender kisses on my neck, trailing down to my chest, his touch gentle yet progressively more passionate. His hands explore my most sensitive spots, evoking waves of pleasure that transport me to a heavenly realm. I berate myself silently for succumbing to weakness, unable to resist him. I yearn to scold myself and silence the soft moans escaping my lips, afraid he might hear them and become even more daring. Finally, I lose control as he spreads my legs, his fingers skillfully and sensually teasing my most intimate area. This captivating jerk knows exactly how to drive me wild, leaving me utterly enraptured by his touch. "S-stop this, Grantt," usal ko ng makakuha ako ng tiyempo para pigilan siya. Saglit siyang tumigil sa kanyang ginagawa at sinalubong ang aking tingin. Hindi pa ito nakakontento at sinadya nitong kagatin ang earlobe ko at may ibinulong. "Quit messing with me, Yongsann. If I catch you in the buff again, I won't hesitate to gobble you up." "Damn it, you jerk!" I grumbled as he relentlessly hones in on my weak spot, ramping up the speed. "Next time, I'll have you moaning my name," puno ng pambabanta niyang saad at tinulikuran ako sabay labas ng kwarto namin. Para bang isa lang akong Barbie doll na iniwan niya pagkatapos paglaruan. Napaupo ako at sinambunutan ang sarili. Ni hindi ko maaala kung paano kami humantong sa ganito. Hindi ko na rin matandaan pa kung kailan ang huling ginanto niya ako. Sobrang tagal na rin niyon. Before he can even come back, I swiftly gather myself and throw on some clothes. Ain't no way he's gonna catch me bare again. I ain't letting him lay a finger on me like that anymore. I swear.