Everyone is witness to the death of Damon Dominic, except for that one person who might have murdered him. After a "person of interest" is identified, three campus journalists will launch their own investigation to prove her innocence... or guilt.
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TONY
FATE HAS a funny way of playing with our lives. If you told me a week ago that Cleo and I would be literally close, I would have laughed at you and thought you're high on drugs. I might even tell you to give me whatever you're smoking. Why? Because there's less than five percent chance of that turning into reality. Mas may chance pa akong maging dean's lister kaysa mangyari 'yon.
But things happened. I didn't see them coming. Last night, she appeared at my doorstep while dressed in a hoodie to hide her facial features. She asked for my help and we agreed to take her in for a while. Well, only me and Emilio agreed. Octavio had no choice but to respect our decision.
Pagkagising ko nitong umaga, inakala ko noong una na nakatulog ako sa couch at panaginip ang mga nangyari kagabi. Sa sobrang pagod ko minsan, hindi na ako nakaaabot sa kuwarto. But no. Everything was real. When I opened my eyes, Cleo was standing before the electric stove. Akala ko'y namalik-mata ako noong una, pero hindi pala. She was there, in the flesh!
Kinusot ko ang aking mga mata. The smell of garlic fried rice couldn't escape my nose. Muli kong ibinaling sa kitchen ang tingin ko. Cleo was helping Emilio prepare our breakfast. She greeted me with "good morning!" and a bright smile as our eyes met. I was about to greet her back, but I remembered that I still had morning breath. I rushed to the comfort room and rinsed my mouth.
So this was really happening, huh?
Pagkatapos kong maghilamos, pumunta na ako sa dining area at humila ng upuan. May fried eggs at hotdogs na nasa pinggan at isang bowl ng sinangag na kanin. I usually took for granted the breakfast that Emilio was cooking for us. But today might be different. Feeling ko'y mas masarap ang agahan namin ngayon. My stomach growled. Nagutom tuloy ako sa amoy. I scooped some fried rice and stabbed a hotdog with my fork.
"How's your first night here?" tanong ni Emilio sa bisita namin. Nilagyan muna niya ng mainit na tubig ang mga baso bago siya umupo. "Masarap ba ang tulog mo kagabi?"
Kumuha ako ng three-in-one coffee pack at ibinuhos ang laman nito sa mug. I blew the steam off as I glanced at our guest. Habang nagwawalis siya sa sala kagabi, pinalitan ko ang pillow case at kobre-kama sa kuwarto. Inayos ko rin ang mga damit sa laundry hamper para hindi niya mapansin ang mga underwear ko. Ini-spray-an ko rin ng air freshener para bumango sa loob.
Cleo nodded after taking in a spoonful. "Yup! Nahihiya nga ako kay Tony kasi pinatulog niya ako sa kuwarto niya habang dito naman siya sa couch."
She looked at me apologetically.
"No, don't be sorry! It's perfectly fine with me!" I replied, waving both of my hands. Napabitaw tuloy ako sa hawak kong kubyertos. "Ako naman ang nag-offer sa 'yo kaya wala kang dapat na ikahiya."
Emilio forced a cough, making me and Cleo turn to him. Kasusubo lang niya. "Wala ka naman bang na-feel na humahawak sa 'yo habang tulog ka?"
Kumunot ang noo ko. Was he trying to imply that— "Hey, Emil! Hindi ako pumasok sa kuwarto at wala akong ginawa habang tulog siya, okay?"
