otor's nowt:
WARNING! this chapter (or probably this whole story) contains scenes not suitable for young imaginations.
this is a NON-TEEN FICTION story.
pero may mga pasaway pa ding mga bata na magbabasa nito for sure.
MAGPAALAM MUNA KAYO SA NANAY NIYO hoy! bago niyo basahin ang istoryang ito. hahaha.
if you're old enough, mature enough, liberated enough and knows how to handle properly your imagination.
then please, enjoy this one.
this is my first time to write something like this. ever. (un)published.
i loooove comments. so please do leave a comment.
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swirly~
First: Wicked
There are over 7 billion people in the world. Half of them are asleep. Half of them are awake and starting a new day of their lives.
Habang nakadungaw sa bintana ng condo unit na tinitirhan ko, I watched people passed by. I watched them stumble, walk with confidence, walk without it.
How many of them are dying inside, trying hard to hide their most coveted secret? I wonder as I sipped my brandy. Suddenly, I heard my phone ring. I answered it and I heard on the other line an oddly confident voice of a woman.
[Is this Ms. Alberts?], the voice on the other line asked.
“Speaking.” I replied sounding more business-like. People who calls me Ms. Alberts only needs one thing…
[I’m in need of your service]
And my day begins.
They say everyone is fighting their own battles. I say, you’d be surprised how many of them are fighting their battle… secretly.
At the age of 18 I started living on my own. Family dramas are just not my thing. 2 years later I found my way into this business. And now four years after, I’m still here.
I went to the coffee shop na napagkasunduan namin ng kliyente ko. Pagpasok ko pa lang, I already singled her out.
She’s that woman seating at the most private part of the coffee shop. Yung parte kung saan pwede naming pag-usapan kung ano mang pag-uusapan namin.
“Mrs. Cruz.” I said as I approach her.
