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![#pov — ArgueMEANT [ONESHOT] [fiction≠reality] It was already past 9PM. I just finished all the reports Sir Grumpy — este — Sir Jeo asked me to revise — yes, as in *lahat-lahat* Hindi ko alam kung workaholic siya o sadyang gusto lang niya akong pahirapan. Paglabas ko ng building, I sighed. “Finally....tapos na rin.” Pero syempre, parang ayaw akong tantanan ng tadhana. *Naflat yung gulong ng kotse ko.* Napatingin ako sa gulong, sabay hawak sa ulo. “Perfect. Sobrang perfect talaga.” Sinubukan kong tawagan yung Best Friend ko, pero of course — walang signal. So ayun, nakatayo ako sa gilid ng kalsada, hawak ang bag, at naghihintay ng taxi na parang wala nang dadaan kahit isa. “Of all nights, ngayon pa talaga?” bulong ko sa sarili ko. Hanggang may dumating na sobrang familiar na sasakyan. Black SUV. Tinted windows. At nung bumaba yung bintana….ayun na nga. Si Jeo. Ang boss kong siraulo — a.k.a. the human definition of headache. “Ms. Lopez?” seryosong sabi niya, nakakunot pa ang noo. “What the hell are you doing here this late?” “Sightseeing,” sagot ko nang may sarcasm. “As you can see, nasiraan ako ng kotse.” Umirap siya. “You could’ve called someone.” “Wow, thanks for the brilliant idea. Didn’t think of that,” balik kong may ngisi. Pinagmasdan niya ako for a moment, then he opened the passenger door. “Get in.” Napataas ang kilay ko. “No, thanks. Hindi ako sumasakay sa kotse ng mga suplado.” “Then stay here until morning. I don’t care,” sabay start ng engine. “Fine,” sagot ko habang tumalikod. Pero syempre, walang taxi. Kahit multo walang dumadaan. After a minute, bumalik siya. “Ms. Lopez, for God’s sake, get in the car before something happens to you,” sabi niya, this time mas firm. Natawa ako. “Wow, concerned?” “Hindi. Ayokong magka-issue sa HR pag may nangyaring masama sa assistant ko.” “Sure ka ba it’s not because you “care”?” ngumisi ako habang pumasok sa kotse. He gave me that glare — the kind that could kill someone. “Keep talking and I’ll drop you halfway.” “Then I’ll walk. At least tahimik,” sagot ko, sabay hilig sa upuan. Tahimik ang biyahe. The air was tense, but weirdly…comfortable. Yung parang both of us secretly liked the silence — and the argument that came before it. After a few minutes, he spoke. “Next time, make sure your car’s in good condition before you drive.” “Next time, don’t act like you’re my dad,” balik ko agad. Napahinga siya nang malalim. “You’re unbelievable.” Ngumiti ako. “And yet… you still stopped for me.” He glanced at me, then looked back at the road. “Yeah. I’m starting to regret it.” Ngumisi ako, leaning closer to the window. “Sure ka ba dun, Sir?” Tahimik ulit. Pero swear, I saw the corner of his lips twitch — almost a smile. After a few minutes, tumigil na kami sa harap ng condo. Tahimik pa rin. Awkward, pero hindi uncomfortable. ‘Yung tipong gusto mong magsalita, pero natatakot kang baka may masabi kang hindi mo na mababawi. “Thanks for the ride, Sir,” sabi ko habang ina-unbuckle ang seatbelt. “Yeah,” sagot niya, simple lang — pero ramdam ko. May gusto siyang sabihin na hindi niya masabi. “Bakit parang napilitan ka pa rin?” biro ko. “Hindi naman kita pinilit, diba?” “Kung hindi kita sinundo, baka nakatulog ka na sa kalsada,” sagot niya, may halong inis pero obvious ang concern. “Eh ‘di sana mas peaceful pa ‘yon kaysa makasama kang suplado sa biyahe,” balik ko, sabay ngiti. He gave me that look again — yung deadly glare na parang gusto niyang sumigaw pero pinipigilan niya. “Wala ka talagang preno, no?” Ngumisi ako. “Bakit, gusto mo ba may preno ako?” He sighed, leaning slightly toward me. “Ms. Lopez, you seriously don’t know when to stop.” “On the contrary, Sir…” Lumapit din ako, halos magkalapit na ‘yung mukha namin “I just know how to continue” . . . #jeo #fyp #foryoupage #fyppppppppppppppppppppppp](/video/cover/7564194910618897685.webp)