Fourteen

Gino’s POV

It's been a week since I last met Carla. I just distracted myself with work first, I don't want to insert my love life into my work life. Can it really be called love if I don't really know how to fall in love? All I know is that when I saw and talked to Carla again, my heart beat differently, it seemed to speed up when the two of us were close, and it was true that I felt like there were butterflies in my stomach.

Nasa gitna ako ng aking pagmumuni-muni ng biglang may kumatok sa pinto ng aking opisina.

“Please, come in,” wika ko.

“Good morning sir Gino,” bati ni Rose habang naglalakad papalapit sa aking lamesa. “Kumusta ang araw mo?” tanong pa nito.

“Maayos naman,” sagot ko. “Ano ang sadya mo?”

“Ibibigay ko lang itong mga pinagawa mong report, at saka ipapaalala ko lang na may meeting ka mamayang 10am kay Mr. Velasquez,” tugon nito.

“Salamat at pinaalala mo, muntikan ko ng makalimutan.”

“Gino, may sasabihin ako ha pero ‘wag kang magagalit,” wika ni Rose.

Napaayos ako ng upo