"Don't work and study so hard. Every time I will fetch you or whenever I am in your unit, just sit and relax. I will cook. And call me when you are about to do the laundry so I can help you with–"
"You don't actually think that being my boyfriend means being my part-time maid, right?" I barked into laughter as I interrupted Auton's words.
He was saying those words while peeling green mangoes for me, and when I started to chuckle and stop his words, the look on his face was hilarious.
"Auton, you don't have to try so hard!" He had been telling me this since he went here on my unit. Today is a Sunday, and we planned on going out for a trip but it was raining hard, plus the fact that I told him my knees hurt, the reason why he had this lecture in front of me.
He sighed. His shoulders were shrunk, and his lips were protruding. This sight of him right now made me smile. He was cute, alright.
I never knew that Auton would be like this. I thought he would be someone boring and will never even bother to ask how am I doing, turns out, he was one of those people, other than my brother and Ella who checks on me from time to time.
I admit it was heartwarming. To see another person caring for me gives me a satisfying feeling.
I stood up and pat my shorts. I was only wearing a gray oversized shirt that I got from his bag and a pair of black cotton shorts. My hair was tied in a messy bun and my face with no make-up.
"Since we cannot go to where you want to bring me, let's just watch a movie." I smiled and walk to the kitchen to get a bag of chips.
My shelves were full. No matter how I wanted him to stop giving me these groceries, he would still insist. I just wish that I will not be used to it so that I will not search for it when it's gone. And it's not as if I've been telling him to buy things.
When I came back to the sala, he was already starting a movie.
"You didn't even ask me what movie will we watch!" I disappointingly rolled my eyes and put the bag of chips and the empty bag on top of the coffee table as I slump beside him. I crossed my arms.
He just shook his head and moved closer, our shoulders touched, and his arm reaching for my back as his hand rested in my waist.
One thing that I noticed about Auton is that he is touchy. He always touches my waist, like it was the favorite part of my body.
"That movie is great, I watched it one time so I thought you would also love it," he said and moved away for a second, opening the chips and pour a portion into the empty bowl.
"You already watched it, why watch it again?" Confused by what he just said, I asked.
He came back to his position earlier. He put the bowl in my lap and tightened his hug, his chin resting on my shoulder. He got one chip and munched on it before glancing at me.
"I watched it alone and thought it was good, I want to know if it would be different if it's with you." He reached for another chip, but this time, moving it towards my mouth.
I scrunched up my face. The movie that he selected is action with no romance at all. How come he wants me to watch this thing and expects that the feeling would be different? I shook my head.
"What?" he raised his and shake the chip, telling me to eat it already.
The movie took about an hour and a half. We decided to select another movie. It was about half an hour when I felt a pain in my back. I started to stretch my neck from side to side and move my back.
I wanted to stand up or lay down for a bit, but Auton looks engrossed with what we are watching that he doesn't even bother to glance at me.
Without looking at me, he moved to the corner of the long sofa and tapped his lap. My brows furrowed. I shifted my gaze back to the television and told myself to endure the pain when I felt his hand holding my wrist.
"You can lay here. Rest first," he said and tapped his lap again. My eyes widened. As if there was a horse race inside of me, my heart hammered loud and fast.
My mind was clouded by his words. It made me think and gape at him for seconds, and the next thing I knew, he was already pulling my arm towards him. My head fell on his lap, and my legs extending up to the other end of the sofa. His right hand resting on the armrest, and the other is busy fixing the scattered hair away from my face.
I gulped.
Auton's face looked like it has been favored by God when he made him. It was like every bit of his attention was focused upon creating him, and like there was no room for boredom and laziness.
With his long, ponytailed hair, duchess nose, and thin lips, he could make you wonder about your existence. I have long expected that I would be alone, providing the things I am holding to right now.
I have a brother to help and a dream to chase. I have always been telling myself that love has no space in my life, but right now, the feeling of comfort that I have for him was enough not to make me feel regretful.
It was one of the foreign feelings that make up my days...and I'm afraid I will lose him someday.
But I hope he'll stay. I wish we wouldn't fell apart.
"Auton," I called.
"Do you mind if I ask you not to leave me even if things go hard?"