Third Person Point of View
A minimal apartment with gray and white motif. There are tables and chairs designed wisely with a combination of monstera plants.
That is peaceful. Greg dialed a number. Someone picked the call from the other line.
"I wont come today." Greg started.
"Bakit?" Enrique Vero asked. "May problema sa site?"
"I'm sick sir."
"Ganoon ba. Malala nga ata ang sakit mo." sarkastikong ika ni Enrique mula sa kabilang linya. "Kahit hindi ka na magpaalam, alam mo namang hindi ka lang staff."
"For formality, nagpadala ako ng letter for short term leave."
Natawa si Enrique. "Bakit hindi pa excuse letter? O di kaya fake medical record. Tinatamad ka bang pumasok?"
Hindi sumagot si Greg. He remained steady while chewing bacons. "Just look for Aia, Enrique."
"Aba, uutusan mo pa ang principal. Isa ka lang hamak na staff."
Greg sighed and ended the call. He dialed another number again. "Nally."
"Yes?" her soothing voice answered.
"Pakitingnan si Aia, hindi ako papasok."
"Why? Masama ang pakiramdam mo? Puntahan ba kita sa apartment mo?"
"Don't. Focus to Aia habang wala ako."
"O-okay. Pero kung gusto mo ay puntahan kita pagkatapos ng klase niya."
"Hindi na. Umalis ako ng apartment. Balitaan mo nalang ako kay Aia."
Greg ended the call. He is perfectly fine, but not his situation. After eating, he went to see his room.
A woman in black is lying smoothly in the bed. She is ushered with very white skin and lucious blood lips. She is unconcious.
Psyche Altamira.
"How can she go there? She dozed a lot of sleeping phils." Greg crooked and sighed.
A knock barged in, last night. Pagbukas niya pinto ay naaabutan niya siya na nakahiga sa sahig at may hawak na sleeping phils.
"How do I contact Enrique's friend that happened to be your staff? You're a burden." he muttered.
He can't let her sleep outside, he has no choice than to take her inside.
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Third Person Point of View
"You see Reiden Jules! It's your fault!" Mang Romeo exclaimed. Eksaherado siyang nakatayo sa gitna ng carpeted floor. "Ikaw ang pinakasentro ng kaligtasan niya! Nasaan ka ngayon?! Nandito ka at nakatunganga!"
BINABASA MO ANG
When the Thunder Weren't Hush
RomansaNestled deep in the heart of a misleading forest, there stands a hotel, a funerary hotel. This stood for a measurable time but a living proof that things runs more meaningful than what it seems. Running this hotel is Dysnomia Grecen Altamira, a pass...
