NAGLALAKAD si Irish palabas ng airport. Ginala niya ang paningin nang umasim ang kaniyang mukha sa nakikita niyang mga taong sumalubong sa kani-kanilang mga pamilya na nanggaling sa ibat-ibang bansa.
Every time she sees a family, it reminds her why she exists. Destiny is letting her live not just to be happy or to be with a family, of course. She was raised to take revenge, obey her father, and fulfill a mission.
"How's your flight, miss Irish?" Francia asked, the most excellent master's personnel.
Inis na nilingon ni Irish ang nagtanong na nakasunod sa kaniya. She shot a baleful look from her foot to head, showing that she was irritated by her words.
"You look more beautiful than before, ms. Irish." Francia teased her again.
"Shut up!" singhal ni Irish. "Oh, stop calling me that kind of pathetic words! Can't you see myself, Francia? Hindi mo ba nakikita ang suot ko?" Irish giggled. She was wearing men's garbs. Black t-shirt, black pants, black boots and black cap.
"Ha-ha. Wala akong ibig sabihin sa sinabi ko."
Francia blinked at her and then shrugged her shoulder.
Sa halip na mapikon, nagpatuloy na lamang si Irish sa paglalakad. She did not let irritation lead her. For her, arguing some petty things with Francia is a wasting of time.
"Your bootlace, baka matapakan mo." ani Francia.
Kunot-noo ni Irish na sumulyap kay Francia. Kasunod ang pagbaling sa tinuturo nitong paa niya. Napamura siya habang nakatingin sa sintas na nahubad. Bahagya siyang lumuhod para itali ang sintas.
"Mauna na ako," paalam nito.
Nang nasa kalagitnaan si Irish ng pagsisintas nang biglang may kung sinong sumagi sa likuran niya. Marahas siyang tumayo, ito ang naging dahilan kung bakit sumayad ang puwitan niya sa hita ng isang lalaki. Lumingon Siya dito. At ganoon na lamang ang pambibilog ng kanyang mga mata nang makita ang lalaking kasing-edad niya na-out of balance.
"Ohhhh..." his eyes were formed into circle too.
Wala naging pagpipilian si Irish. Niligtas niya ang lalaki. Alisto niyang sinalo ang baywang nito at dali-dali rin itong humawak sa balikat niya. Buti nalang medyo payat ang lalaki kaya nakayanan ni Irish ang bigat nito.
Nakatiyad ang lalaki habang titig na titig sa mukha ni Irish na may kapansin-pansin na pilyong ngiti. And while he was smiling his perfect pair of dimples was shown.
Bibitawan na sana ni Irish ang lalaki nang tinulak siya nito. She gritted her teeth in irritation. She can't believe he pushed her off. Ito pa ang niligtas, ito pa ang may ganang manulak.
Naging seryoso ang lalaki. Tumayo ito ng matuwid habang si Irish naman ay patagong sinulyapan ang kanyang kabuuhan.
Wearing a white long-sleeve shirt, black shoes, and, of course, black slacks, he looked stunning. He looks like an Italiano model that always sees on the billboards in Italy.
"Miss, next time wag kang paharang-harang," sabi nito.
Nanigas ang bangang ni Irish sa iritasyon habang nakatingin sa kawalan. She gritted her teeth again, proof that how she really wanna punch his mouth until his smile fade away.
"H'wag ka ring lampa, payatot!"
"What did you say? Lampa? Payatot?"
Nagkibit balikat lamang si Irish saka ngumisi. Wala siyang pakialam kung tuluyang mainis sa kaniya ang lalaki.
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