RODRIGO'S POV
I sat down beside the bed Perlah was lying on, patiently waiting for Perlah to open her eyes, so I could clear the air and misunderstanding.
"I didn't kill him," I thought to myself, still trying to process what really happened.
Perlah suddenly opened her eyes, looking around in a panic.
"You are alright, you are with me," I whispered, tapping her on the side.
"Get away from me, you are a monster," Perlah yelled out in anger.
"You killed my brother, the only family I have left. I will never forgive you, Rodrigo, and if that's the last thing I do; I will get revenge," getting up from bed promptly.
"Perlah, this is just a misunderstanding," I murmured, blocking the entrance to stop her from leaving.
Out of nowhere, a slap landed on my face, again, again and again.
"The only misunderstanding here is the fact that I trusted a monster like you," she retorted. Pushing me out of the way, she stormed out.
I collapsed to the ground, pulling my hair in frustration.
I was devastated.
"Perlah wait…" I murmured; my eyes soaked in tears.
I didn't know what to do or say. I just sat there confused.
PERLAH'S POV
I walked out of Rodrigo's mansion with veins popping out of my head.
My head was pounding, I was exhausted from all the troubles that swore and spurned to not yield happening to me.
"I want out," I muttered, walking into a bar.
I got myself drunk, drowning myself in sorrowful depths of pain and chaos.
Until I lost the ability to see, stand, and walk properly.
I caught a blurry figure of a man walking towards me.
"What is such a beautiful lady doing here? Oh! You are drunk, that's bad," he whispered close to my ears.
"Stay away from me," I replied, trying to push him away, but my strength failed me.
The huge man came closer and closer until I felt his stinking breath of alcohol on my skin.
"I said get away from me," I whispered again, but he just laughed it off.
When I thought I would be pounced on by some hungry-blooded man, he was punched to the ground.
I looked back to see who saved me, and it was an unknown, mature, handsome man.
Right there and then, I collapsed in his arms.
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I woke up with my head banging, looking around. I knew I was in an unfamiliar place with no memory of last night.
"Have I been kidnapped again?" I couldn't help but worry, since my life was such a mess.
Still, deep in thought, a man walked into the room with a cup of coffee.
"This will help your hangover," he stated, passing me the cup.
I held the cup, staring at the innocent coffee.
"Is he going to poison me?" I wondered, dropping the cup of coffee on the bedside table.
"Who are you?" I murmured, staring at him.
"I see you don't remember about last night," he replied, smiling.
"What happened last night?" I retorted.
"I met you at a bar last night, you were in trouble and I attempted to help," he answered, calmly.
Slowly, the pieces of last night began coming together, and I finally remembered how I got into a stranger's house.
"Oh it was you, thank you for saving me and also bringing me to your home, it's a nice place," I muttered loud enough for him to hear, smiling back.
"C'mon I made us breakfast, come down and eat," he announced, smiling again.
Ignoring the coffee, I trailed behind him to the dining room.
He motioned me to sit, and I did, and then he served the meals.
I sat there stiff, not attempting to touch the food.
Understanding the assignment, he took a bite from every meal to assure me it was safe.
"See, you can trust me, I won't hurt you," he whispered.
"I'm sorry for bothering you, it's just I have gone through a lot lately. I now find it hard to trust," I said to him, facing down.
"You are not bothering me, I chose to bring you here, right?" He asked and chuckled.
"Are you always smiling? Your life seems to be going so smoothly" I asked, surprised.
"Quite the opposite, when my father died, he willed everything to the youngest brother. I had to start my life afresh, struggled so hard, got this small apartment, and started my life peacefully. I miss my brothers though, sometimes I feel really lonely," he replied, giggling.
"Why don't you search for them," I asked, interested.
"Because I'm allergic to problems. I will be fighting for my father's wealth if I want one," he calmly replied.
"Enough about me, what were you doing at the bar? I'm sorry to poke my nose, but when I carried you in my arms, I knew you were sorrowful," he asked, ogling at me.
"Carried me in your arms," I repeated, smiling back.
"Well I'm sorry, but I couldn't leave a beautiful lady like you in a bar filled with monsters," he replied.
"You haven't told me your name, Mr. Handsome," I blurted out.
"My name is Crisanto, and it's so nice to meet you," he whispered.
"I'm Perlah, nice to meet you too, Mr. Crisanto," I said giggling.
"Just call me Crisanto. I feel better that way," he corrected.
I took the hand he was stretching towards me like courtesy demands.
"Crisanto, I can't tell you anything about myself, apart from the fact that I am heartbroken, severely betrayed, and exhausted," I announced.
"Don't push it, I'm sure I will win your trust," he teased.
"I would love to watch you try," I retorted.
"Wait, you said your name is Crisanto, why do I feel like I have heard it before?" I asked, surprised.
"Heard it before? I'm extremely hard to hear, I'm the introvert type," he argued.
"No it's not about you, what's your last name?" I asked, still doubting.
"Crisanto Bayani," he replied.
"Now it rings a bell, he's one of Rodrigo's brothers."