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Nadia Valiente's disappearance has always been a mystery to her friend, Marina. By how her alleged suicide took place, up to the position that she was in whilst on that river, soaked to death, felt like an unsealed package...
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MARINA
I blink, staring at the back of his dark and shiny car. Para akong tanga rito sa likuran ng kaniyang sasakyan, pero wala akong pake.
I'm going to follow the principal to his home. And yeah, I know it's troublesome to hear, but I didn't tell Aki about it.
I don't have time to tell him. And I don't know why, but I kinda want to keep this thing to myself.
After all, I don't even know if the pen I saw was really Nadia's. I mean, there could be another pens with that kind of sticker, so this entire stuff might just be one of my bullshits.
I stand up, finally getting how ridiculous this idea is in the first place. “Fuck this. I'm going home.” Pinagpagan ko ang aking sarili. I think this whole thing is just another episode of my mental illness. And that it has to stop before it even gets worse.
Bigla akong napayuko nang may bulto ng katawan na lumitaw sa harapan ng sasakyan. It's the owner of the vehicle.
His car lights up when he opens the driver's seat kaya napaurong ako palayo sa sasakyan niya.
Here's the thing: I have no idea how to enter his car without him noticing, so maybe I'm just gonna get a taxi. I don't know. I don't fucking know anything and just came up here like a mere dumb stalker.
Pansin ang pagkabalisa at pagkairita sa ekspresyon ng mukha niya habang bitbit ang dalawa niyang bag.
“Fucking bitch,” he mutters to himself with annoyance, and I can't help but to think that he's pertaining to me.
Papasok na sana siya sa sasakyan nang may biglang boses kaming narinig mula sa 'di kalayuan.
“Sir!”
Nilingon niya ito at sa isang iglap ay biglang nagbago ang ekspresyon ng mukha niya. A fake beam appears on his old and greasy mouth. “Uy, hija. Anong maitutulong ko sa 'yo?”
“I know this is late, sir, but can we talk inside your office? This is really urgent,” nag-aalangan ngunit desperadong saad ng guro na may dalang bulto-bultong mga folder.
The principal nods with ease. “Sure. Shall we go?” aya nito saka tinulungan sa pagbubuhat ang guro.
Fake. Kanina lang ay halos suntukin na niya ang salamin ng kaniyang sasakyan.
They walk towards the university, and I am left alone here in the dark.
