The Evening Star (Ongoing)

Chapter 1 (Kaia)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, businesses, incidents etc. are either the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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I woke up feeling groggy and lightheaded. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. Ano bang ginawa ko kahapon? I scanned the room and— ha?, wait nasan ba ako? The room is unfamiliar and mas lalo pang di pa ako nakapunta dito. I can't remember what happened basta alam ko na di ako lumakad papunta dito.

I started panicking and stood up. I checked my clothes, good thing suot ko pa. I started by finding my things and nakalagay lang siya sa bedside table, wait...

Oh shit. Naaalala ko na. Pumunta ako kahapon sa isang bar na malapit sa condo ko kasi di ako makatulog kakaisip kung paano ba 'ko makakukuha ng pera para sa mga kapatid ko. Di ko pa kasi sweldo, bago lang din ako bumili ng groceries at nagbayad ng upa para sa condo. Oo nga pala.

I scanned my surroundings again, di naman mukhang sketchy. Ang ganda nga pero mukhang wala masyadong nag-sstay dito na kwarto. May nakita akong pintuan na mukhang papunta sa CR kaya pumasok ako, umihi ng saglit.

As I looked into the mirror, my black hair is disheveled and my eyes are quite watery. Napa 'o' nalang ang bibig ko.

Kahit walang ligo ang ganda ko parin hehe, just kidding, mukha akong tae.

I finished washing my face, nag gargle na rin ako and tried to make myself look presentable enough.

Nang akmang lalabas na ako sa kwarto may lalakeng bumukas ng pinto at napatingin sakin. It's him, yung lalakeng nakausap ko kagabi sa bar. Di masyado klaro ang mukha niya kagabi pero looking at it now, I realized na ang gwapo niya.

Tall, olive skin and his shoulder length hair is in a half bun. Para siyang lalakeng na-iimagine ko pag nagbabasa ng libro. Gwapo siya pero not exactly my type.

Sumilip ako ng konti sa labas and oh my gosh, ang aga na pala. Not to mention we're in a penthouse.

"Uhm, hi, I'm sorry for bothering you pero I need to go home. Ang aga na ma le-late na ako sa trabaho." I blurted out. Nahihiya ako sakanya, he's intimidating.

Silence

"S-sir, thank you for bringing me here, di mo ako iniwan sa bar, pero, I really need to go home, baka magagalit sakin ang mga ka trabaho ko." I pleaded.

Silence

"Sir—"

"Are you done?" He asked. His low, deep voice sounded nice in my ears. He doesn't look annoyed though, just simply asking a question.

I just bobbed my head, not trusting myself to speak.

He nodded, "Good, follow me." The man walked with ease and confidence like leader, kung baga, para bang sure na sure siya sa ginagawa niya. I scanned his body, he's just wearing a plain white shirt paired with grey pants.

If I stood next to him, hanggang balikat o leeg lang siguro ako, not to mention I'm quite tall. We walked silently through the house. I surveyed the furnitures and the paintings, ang gaganda nila lahat but my eye caught one particular painting.

It's a painting of a luscious green field, filled with bright flowers and a small hut. The painting is a great contrast to the neutral colors of the house. I like it.