Shattered Pieces of Trust

Wakas

Wakas...

Everything is done for a reason, they said. That doesn't mean every reason is valid, nonetheless. My mother was killed when I was a kid, for some reason that's meritless as watering an ocean—business. All the more when my father was killed, years after, with the same rubbish reason.

Same fucking sick reason.

I scrunch my nose as little particles from fabrics flew to me. Waving my hand continuously to prevent fabrics from reaching my nose perhaps makes me look like an idiot.

"Sa labas na lang ako—"

"Matthias Leon!"

Umismid ako.

I roam my eyes at different machineries around us as Dad talk to some employee about Tito Clark's whereabouts.

Nilalakad ko ang isang pasilyo nang magtama ang mata namin ng isang maputi at balingkinitang babae. Tumaas ang kilay ko at bumaba ang tingin sa mga buhat-buhat nitong tela.

Muka s'yang hostage rito na pinipilit pagtrabahuhin.

Her figure rose to everything around her. She's still looking at me with her light brown eyes that makes her lashes look perfectly. Her thin yet flawlessly shaped brows furrowed as her roseate lips twitch at the sight of my smirk. She looks like something I can't touch because I might break, or stain her perfectly porcelain skin.

Lalo akong napangisi.

Kapag lumapit siguro ako rito, magmumuka kaming kape at gatas.

Her whole being screams opulence. Makes me doubt if she really works here. Siguro ito ang unica hija ni Tito Clark?

My question got answered when Dad walk towards me, with Tito Clark by his side who immediately yelled her daughter's name.

"Hello po,"

Halos mag histerya ako dahil tama ang nahihinula kong boses ng babae. Malamig at malumanay. Mababakas mo ang kapinuhan sa bawat salitang binabanggit n'ya.

Pwede s'yang pumasang santo sa mga play sa eskwelahan.

"Matthias Leon," I can't hide my smile as I extend my arm for a hand shake.

She looks at me coldly, even marked by a bit of disgust as if I'm making her feel weird. Napanguso ako at pinagmasdan ang babaeng ito na tinanguan lang ang pagpapakilala ko.

"Pinagtratrabaho mo ang anak mo, Clark?"

"Hindi, ano ka ba! Talagang gustong tumulong. Kahit pinagsabihan ko na, paulit-ulit pa rin! Nagsawa na lamang akong pagalitan," Tito Clark shook his head yet I can hear proudness in his tone.

My brow arched.

I was wrong then. Her angelic face just suits her character. I can't help but to smile. Seems like I should stop judging people based on stereotypes.

"Sa amin din may gan'yan e, probin-sya," I burst into laughter at my own joke.

I glance at Clamentine for her reaction, but she didn't even get my joke.

"Probin, proven s'ya," paliwanag ko.

I definitely saw her sigh before turning to me and nod as she flashed me a force smile. My mouth gape open. I tried to throw more puns and hilarious stories as we walk through their warehouse, yet still got dry responses. In the end, I just shrug it off and went with her little tour.

I can't help but to wonder how she got so timid when both of her parents are certainly a fun one.

"Aba't hindi na kami tumatanda nitong si Clark, gusto na namin ng apo!"