The Babymaker

Chapter Sixteen

After the longest dinner I ever had in my life, that only Jonas who keeps on talking and making conversations, I decided to go upstairs and locked myself in the room. They decided to stay here for the night since the couple is also tired from the travel. They just got back from their Europe trip yet they went straight here in Batangas.

They really just returned from the Europe trip huh.

And so, what is it to you? Shut up Apple.

I hardly shook my head to remove all my unwanted thoughts and lay in my bed.

I touched my belly and felt the softness of the bed. It’s too soft as if it’s calling me for a sleep.

The pain in my stomach woke me up from my sleep. The room is very dark now, only the light from the digital clock can be seen.

It’s 3:15 in the morning.

I fell asleep already. But my stomach is hurting right now and my throat felt so dry.

I felt like I wanted to drink…. I want some milk.

Milk it is.

I get up from the laying in the bed and silently went out of the room going down the kitchen. There are no people around. Everybody seems to be asleep already, it three in the morning anyway.

I went straight to the kitchen.

Where’s the milk stored again?

I scratched my head. I cannot remember anymore.

I started searching inside the cabinets. I started to top apart going down.

I jumped off my position when the lights in the kitchen turned on. I almost fell off the can I’m currently holding.

“Sneaky cat huh?”

I felt shivers down my spine when I heard that familiar cold voice. I slowly looked at my back, I was greeted by his messy hair and eyes that seems to be sleepless.

“S-sir!” I nervously uttered and returned the can I’m holding in the cabinet. “S-sorry po.”

He left eyebrow lifted but he didn’t say anything.

“S-sorry po uli.” I even bowed down my head and bite my lower lip just to show him I’m sincerely apologizing. “I’ll go to my room now.”

When I passed by him, he blocked my way and held my arms.  His hands were cold and it sends tingling sensation on my whole body when he touched me.

“If you need anything, ask for help.”

My eyes looked up at him. I’m staring on his dark eyes. My heart almost jumped out of my body because of nervous.

“What do you need?” I was about to answer that I don’t need anything but his eyes is telling me that shouldn’t lie and tell him what I really need. I gulped.

“I-I’m just l-looking for m-milk.” I shyly said.

His right eyebrow lifted. “Milk? You want milk?” He asked again.

I just nodded at him.

He released my arms and I felt like falling when he let go of me but I manage to stand still. He walked to the refrigerator and let out a box of milk.

“Here. Fresh milks are stock inside the refrigerator.” He explained.

I know.

He looked back at me when he noticed I’m not coming closer to him. He stared at me like he’s actually trying to read my mind. I crooked his head to the right side.

“You don’t like fresh milk?”

I bite my lower lip.

Did he really read what’s on my mind? Am I that transparent?

 He smirked like he’s trying to stop himself from laughing. But I think my world stops when he smiled like that. He left the box of fresh milk in the counter and faced the cabinet near the refrigerator. He opened it and pulled out two containers.

Oh that’s it!

“This is milk and this one is sugar” he raised the containers. “I don’t know how you mix your milk but—“

“I’ll do it. I can do it sir.” I quickly said. It’s embarrassing I should know where those things located after all but instead it’s my boss who found it.

I quickly get a glass and stand up in the other side of the table facing him. I thought he will leave already but while I’m mixing my milk he’s watching me. I put 3 scoop of milk and 1 scoop of sugar.

I’m staring at the milk while I’m stirring it. What should I do with this? I don’t feel like drinking this after all, I just want to make some milk.

I’m just continuing stirring it. I can’t throw it because he’s here.

“Aren’t you going to drink it?” He finally asked, maybe he got bored watching me just continuous stirring it.

I blinked my eyes. I looked up in his eyes, he’s already sleepy.

“Why are you still awake?” I don’t know where I get, and again, the courage to ask him casually without stuttering.

He took a deep breath and lean on the chair.

“I can’t sleep.”

I looked at the milk I keep on stirring. I pushed the glass of milk to him. His brow lifts up looking at me. His face is questioning my action.

“My mother told me that milk will help you to sleep peacefully. Drink it.” I explained.

“It’s yours.” He argued.

I shook my head. “It’s yours now. I don’t like to drink milk, I just feel like making one. Maybe it’s really for you.”

And just that, I had a chance to have a glimpse on his smile. He smiled again. I can’t help but smile also.

“You’re weird.” He commented before drinking the milk. There’s no hesitation he drank the glass of milk.

“It tastes good. Nothing special.” He simply said. Of course, I didn’t do anything special with that milk. I just follow what is the usual instruction in milk packaging.

I chuckled. I don’t know it’s hard for him just say a proper thank you.

“You’re welcome, sir.” I said smiling at him.

I’m surprise to see him smile back at me.

But I’m more surprise on how my body reacted every time he smiles at me.