Long Story Short (it was mistake)

Chapter Nine

"Did you tell him what happened?" Mr. Abja asked.

"Of course, no sir" I answered.

"Now, how can you explain that Mr. Davis happen to be there with you? You know that Jairah committed suicide there, right?" he grits his teeth, trying to suppress his anger on me.

He takes off his coat and sits down on his chair. I'm in Mr. Abaja's office, just like what he said earlier, I follow him to his office and I'm actually preparing myself for his scolding.

After what happened earlier, they called a private ambulance but they failed to save Jairah. She died on arrival. When Doctor Alcaraz came, we found out that Jairah is still breathing, she cut her pulse but she's still alive when she was in the garbage machine. The cause of her death is because of excessive bleeding.

"Believe me or not sir, but I don't know why he's there too. I just go out from garbage area to call Doctor Alcaraz. I was surprised to see Harry there too" I frown.

"Are you sure that you didn't tell him?" He ask me with doubt.

"I'm a hundred percent sure that I didn't tell him what happened" I assure him.

"do you think he suspected something?" He asked.

"To be honest, I think he's suspecting something because it is very suspicious to see a doctor, a manager and a boss to be in a garbage area. But I don't think he has any idea about what happened."

"What do you think his thinking?"

"To be honest, I have no idea either."

He closes his eyes. I guess he's trying to think a solution.

"Okay, I have a work for you" I suddenly got nervous of what he said. He sounds like he's going to give me a task that I should do.

"What work sir?" I asked.

"I heard that you and Mr. Davis was neighbor, right?" He put his two hands together, and he rests his chin on his hand.

"Y-yeah, we're neighbor" I stutter.

"I want you to try to be friend with him."

"WHY?!" I almost shout.

Mr. Abaja looks like surprise by my attitude but he just didn't seem to pay attention on it.

"Just be friend with him or start a conversation, and then ask him about what he's thinking about what happened earlier" he speaks like it was the easiest thing to do in the world.

"And when you knew what he is thinking, try to convince him that what he's thinking is not true." He adds.

"But si---"

"No more buts Ms. Villarico. It is not a request. It is an order, and besides its just very simple task." he cuts me off. I have no choice but to nod my head and agree on him.

"I'll try, but what should I say if he try to ask about what happened earlier?"

"Just tell him that one of our janitor fainted, that's why Doctor Alcaraz was there too."

I just nod my head. I want to protest, but I know that it is useless, if Mr. Abaja made a plan, he'll never change it.

"Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir"

"That's good. You can now leave"

I turn my back on him and left. I peak at my wrist watch to see that its already 7 PM.

I go to my office for a second to fix some of my things and papers but I can't focus on everything that I'm doing, I'm still thinking about what happened earlier. So I just decided to go home and rest. Its already 7:30 PM, so I can now leave my work.

I sign my time-in card, and I go directed in my unit. I feel so exhausted today. I feel like a lot of things happened in just one day.

All I need today is a good rest and a glass of wine. I took a quick shower before going to my kitchen and take a bottle of wine and a wine glass, and took it with me in the living room.

I moan when my back hit the couch. This feels heaven. I really need a rest. My whole body is tired because of all the standing that I did earlier. I'm laying myself on the couch while drinking a wine when I heard a firework from the outside.

I look at my left side to see that the fireworks come from my terrace, not literally from my terrace but I can see a full view from my terrace.

"Wow" I say to myself as I watch the fireworks glow in my eyes. I didn't notice that I already go the terrace. I'm enjoying the view. The different colors is playing on the sky and the sounds is so loud that I can't hear the noise of the world.

Why is there a fireworks today? I look down to see that the fireworks display actually come from the pool. I didn't know that they had a plan to do a fireworks display today.

I lay my elbow on the grills of the terrace. I'm still holding a glass wine. I find myself smiling. I can't remember the last time that I watch fireworks, I was so busy at work.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" I look at my left side to see Harry. He's holding a can of beer. He's wearing blue pajama and a muscle shirt that shows his bicep muscles. His elbow is resting on the grills too. He's staring at the sky, and I took those chance to stare at him, his hair is a little messy. He looks like he just got from the shower because a towel is hanging on his neck.

I shifted my gaze when he suddenly looked at me, Ugh! It's awkward.

"Yeah, its beautiful" I answer as I watch the fireworks in the sky.

"About what happen earlier" he stops for a second to clear his throat. "I'm sorry" he continues. I didn't pay attention on what he's saying. I just continue to watch the fireworks.

"Did your boss scold you?" He asks again.

I took a sip on my wine and answer him. "Of course, he always do"

"I'm sorry for that. I should've just left when you said to"

"Na, its fine, apology accepted" I said.

Neither of us talk. We stay quiet for a minute or two. I just stare in the sky and try to enjoy the fireworks display, but his appearance didn't let me to calm down. I feel a little nervous and awkward. Nervous because there's a possibility that he'll ask about what happened to us a week ago which I didn't know how to answer.

The silent between us is too loud that I can't even focus on the fireworks display.

"About what happened a week ago. I also want to apologize" he clears his throat.

Did he just read my mind?

I don't know what to say, I stay silent and wait for him to continue. Even though I had so many question that I wanted to ask on him. I just chose to keep quiet.

"I'm sorry for taking advantage of you. I know I should restrain myself from touching you. I really regret wh--"

"Excuse me? What are you talking about?" I face him and cut him off. I don't want to hear him saying that he regrets it. Although I also regret what happened on us, but I know deep inside that I enjoy it.

I know that we only had s*x because of pure lust and desire, but what the hell? Why is he telling me that he regretted it in front of my face? I want to punch him on the face because I didn't even have a good sleep for the past five days because him. I always think of him and the intimate s*x that we shared. I know I sound like a b***h here but I want it to happen again, his big d**k and the way he moans my name is just so sexy that it keeps playing on my mind.

"What do you mean? Have you forgotten?" he asked as his eyebrows met.

"Forgotten what? What are you saying? Did something happened?" I try to sounds like I really don't know what he's saying.

"Five days ago, you are drunk, and you come to me, in my unit" he looks at me in the eyes. I think he's trying to read my mind, but hey! I'm a good actress.

"OH MY GOD! Really?" I open my eyes so wide to make me look like I'm surprise. "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't let myself to be wasted like that. GOD! s**t. I'm really sorry." I slap my forehead.

"What are you sorry for?" he asked.

"Um... I-I don't know either, but I'm sure that I did something wrong on you. Did I vomit on your clothes? Did I slap you or do something weird?" I really wish that he'll believe my acting.

"No, no, nothing like that" he chuckles.

"Then what did I do? OH MY GOD, I'm really sorry. I'll never drink again" I fake a sigh.

I examine his face, and I think my acting is effective because he shifted his gaze on his beer. He looks disappointed on what I said.

"By the way, what do you mean by you took advantage of me?" I asked.

"Its nothing, forget about it. You just knock on my door and ask me if I know your passcode."

"Oh, I did that?"

"Yup, you were blaming me that I change your passcode and I was like 'What the hell is this woman talking about' hahaha" he laughs. The mood suddenly changes because he sounds so casual by telling me what I did.

"I was surprised because I was in the middle of my sleep and it was midnight. And you even accused me as a kidnapper" we both laugh. He looks cute, he looks like a kid.

He drinks his beer and continues to talk. "And you know what's worse? You ask me if I am spongebob" and now he's looking at me like I was a horrible person.

I just laugh. I actually didn't remember that I did that, the only thing that is clear in my mind is when I vomit in his bathroom and after that he picked me up because I fall on the ground and I kiss him, and then we had s*x. 3 rounds, I clearly remember it.

"I did that? I'm so sorry" I said in between my laughs.

"I'm not even wearing yellow at that night, how can you mistaken me as spongebob" he shakes his head and smile.

"I'm sorry, I promise. I won't drink like that again. I swear" I raised my left hand as if swearing.

"Well, its fine, actually I like you better when you're drunk. You're kind of cute." he casually said and laugh.

I suddenly felt heat in my checks and butterfly starts to fly in my tummy. I put down my hands and immediately averted my eyes from him and look down. Oh my God! I feel like I'm a teenager who just got complimented by my crush.

"Oh! I'm sorry, that was so unprofessional" he leans a little to look at my face.

"No, I'm not" I try my best not to smile.

"Sorry, but I'm not going to take back my words, because you really are a cutie when you are drunk" he flashes his smile that can light up the night.

Okay, I gave in. I roll my eyes on him before I smile.

"Stop it, that was so unprofessional" we both laugh. I don't know that we can talk like this, like we are just a normal friends.

"Don't you remember me?" I wipe the tears in the corner of my eyes because of my laughter. I gaze at him and see that he looks so serious. He's staring at the sky, his mood suddenly change in just a second.

I didn't answer him. I don't actually understand what he's talking about.

"4 years ago. On that damn dating app" he pause for a second to look at me directly in the eyes. "we had s*x" he continued.

My smile immediately fades away. I feel like evreything stops and the thing that only continue is my hearbeat that makes me deaf too. His intense look is melting me. My whole body starts to shiver, I want to speak but there's no words that I can say. His question is still processing in my mind.

"Don't you really remember?"