Chapter 10: Confrontation 2

Confrontation 2

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I suddenly let go of the spoon that I was holding and looked at him with wide eyes.

Huh? How did he know? Was I too obvious? Really?

What did I say that made him think of that? If I remember what happened last night, I was doing great at concealing my emotions! Or so I say... but, it isn't that bad, right? RIGHT!?

"How did you know?" He sat properly and looked at me with a very serious expression.

"Of all the excuses that you can think of, why babysitter?" Great! Now he's answering my question with another question. But he has a point though. Why did I make that as an excuse?

Gosh, I want to slap myself right now. So, that was the only problem! I could have told him that his big sister hired me as a maid. 

And obviously, he is too old to have a babysitter. Also, no babysitter in the right mind would wear their boss' clothes. How dumb of you, Kira. 

But it is not my fault! It's because of Ate July! It's her fault. She is the one to blame. And now he's confronting me with this.

Come to think of it, isn't it, his fault too? If it wasn't for his very scary and intimidating aura, there could have been a little chance that my brain would function well at that time and I could have thought of a more decent and believable excuse!

Oh well, the damage has already been done so all I can do is just answer him honestly.

"Because I could not think of anything else." Facepalm. I really don't know what to do in these situations. I am a laid-back person so being in a vulnerable situation would not do me any good. What I would do is just think of foolish things and say something ridiculous. 

In other words, I am always relaxed in any circumstances that's why I could always think right but ever since the government notice, my mind's a total mess.

"You should have just kept your mouth shut." Ouch. That hit me but he has a point. If I did it, things would've turned out differently. 

If my excuse last night was 'being a maid', then probably, he wouldn't question me this morning and just let me do my job properly.

But who knows? There could be a possibility that he would ask his sister if what I said was true so my excuse would still be dumb and useless. He may have also let me stayed for the night but he would still ask me to leave the next morning. Besides, just by glancing at every corner, furniture, and whatsoever in this house, he wouldn't need one. There isn't even a speck of single dirt and dust! Like, WOW.

But, oh well, it has already happened. There is no use crying over spilled milk.

"If my sis really did hire you, you should not have called her 'Ate' when I was about to believe you."

Did I? I don't remember calling--oh right. I really did call Ate July, Ate. 

I pursued my lips together and looked down on the food. He is damn observant. I really need to be double careful next time when he's around but I doubt that.

I admit that I am really not good at lying in the first place that is why it'll be easy for him to read me like an open book especially when I'm not calm. Unlike him, I show too much emotion on my face which I can't deny.

There was a long silence between us eventually. I looked at him and he was eating.

I ate at a slow pace, just trying to get my stomach full even if I've lost my appetite already. He's not going to say anything, anymore? Just that?

Duh, Kira. As you can see, he isn't as talkative as you. I bet he already knows a lot about me; observing that he only confronts and clarifies me directly of things. 

He doesn't ask me things which he is very sure of the answer to it already. Like, damn. How does he do that?

And also about last night. How did he know that I'll try and sleep in the other room? His words yesterday in the evening were,

 'I know what you're thinking', so he told me that 'You shall sleep with me' 

 Was there a reason? A reason where he doesn't want me to sleep in the other room? Why? What's in there? Ugh. He is so hard to read. 

But knowing him, he would not just say it to me openly especially when we have just met.

I have a looot of questions to ask him but it would be rude if I'll just attack him with questions. 

"Ask me." I looked at him shockingly. I guess he could see on my face that I was very puzzled about something.

"Really?" I am really glad though. Now my questions would be answered.

"Yes."

"What's behind those doors? How did you know that I was about to sleep on one of those rooms? Are you keeping something? Something that you don't want anyone to know?" My eyes were glued on him as I ask one question after another.

"All three rooms are dusty and dirty."

"Eh? That's it? But why is it that, you seemed like you were hiding something? Like, you were protecting something."

"I don't want my 'beloved guest' to get dirty and dusty. That's all." I looked at him intently. Hoping to catch a glimpse of some secrets behind his icy exterior but he's good. He's good at concealing his emotions. 

But wow. 

Last night he called me his 'Yaya' and now he is calling me his beloved guest. Should I feel welcome, now?

"No more questions?"

"There's more."

"Shoot."

"Aren't you wondering why I'm in your house, right now? Why do I know your big sister? You also know that I'm not your babysitter. Aren't you gonna ask who I really am? And what's my purpose for being here?"

"Tell me." Ugh. Seriously, now? I wasted a lot of energy just by asking him those questions and that's his answer?? 

Damn this man.