Anything For Love (Love Series #1.2)

"Next time I want you to pass it earlier. I can't always give considerations, Miss Courez," matabang na sambit ng babaeng propesor ko matapos tanggapin ang pinasa kong portfolio.

"Yes, Miss. I'm sorry again and thank you." I bowed slightly and closed my eyes tightly.

Natapos din for today.

Naiiyak na ako sa pagod. Gusto ko na lang humiga sa kama ko at isang linggong matulog. School is exhausting me so much!

I was driving my way back home when my phone vibrated.

"Still at school?" pambungad na tanong ni Ishmael kaya napapreno akong bigla.

"I'm... I'm actually driving my way back home. Buti tumawag ka." I chuckled nervously before taking a turn. "Nawala sa isip ko 'yong dinner natin, pasensiya na."

"No, no, it's okay. Do you want to go home and rest instead?" I mentally slapped my face before glancing at the clock.

It's already 7:14 in the evening and our dinner was supposed to be at six! Nakakahiya!

"I'll be there in a sec." Pinatay ko ang tawag at mas binilisan ang pagmamaneho.

Hindi naman ito ang unang beses na na-late ako sa dinner namin at napaghihintay ko siya. Madalas nga ay na-ca-cancel pa 'yon dahil sa sobrang pagod ko rin talaga sa school.

Actually this is just a make up dinner dahil na-cancel 'yong lakad sana namin last Saturday because I had to finish designing my project under Shanez.

"Good evening, Miss Courez! Mr. Fernandez has been waiting for an hour now, this way please." Salubong sa 'kin ng isa sa mga waiters na kilala na rin 'ata ako dahil sa dalas namin dito ni Ishmael. She has this smile of relief on her face, siguro dahil sa wakas ay dumating na ako at hindi na maghihintay ng mas matagal ang paborito nilang customer.

Iginiya niya ako sa favorite spot namin ni Ishmael—a table in the veranda. Paborito kong dito nauupo dahil nakaka-relax pagmasdan ang makulay na siyudad ng Paris sa gabi. Idagdag pang tanaw na tanaw rito ang Eiffel Tower!

"I'm really, really sorry for making you wait, Ishmael." I smiled shyly after giving him a peck on his cheek.

Agad naman niya akong ipinaghila ng upuan at ginawaran din ng magaang halik sa pisngi bago siya bumalik sa upuan niya.

"It's okay." Tapos ay pinasadahan niya ako ng tingin. Ramdam ko ang pag-init ng mga pisngi ko dahil sa hiya. I probably look like a mess right now! Hindi man lang ako nakapag-retouch! "Your professor's being hard on you again?" nakataas ang kilay na aniya.

Right. Hindi naman ito ang unang beses na nahirapan ako sa mga pinapagawa niya. Lagi naman.

"Ewan ko ba kung bakit ang sungit niya pagdating sa 'kin! Can you believe that she made me redesign half of the designs in my portfolio in just four hours? Okay naman daw ang designs ko sabi ni Mommy at ng iba kong prof?" I sighed then pouted. Nakakaiyak talaga siya.

"I think your Mom needs to have a word with her. It's been two years and she's still like that." kunot ang noong suhestiyon niya. With his menacing look and clenching jaw, I can say that my professor is starting to piss him off, too, big time.

Pabiro ko siyang inirapan at sumandal sa upuan ko. "Oh, come on, Ishmael. I'm already twenty and turning twenty one next month. Nakakahiya kung magsusumbong pa ako kay Mommy!" And then I laughed.

Knowing her, I know she'll fly back here immediately to talk to my dean! My imagination made me remember a scene from the movie I've watched where a Mom angrily threw a fit in the principal's office because the teacher is giving her son a really hard time. The thought of Mom doing the same makes me cringe.