ALASTAIR ARMENDAREZ

Chapter 8

ALAS

     I drunk the glass of whiskey infront of me as my gaze divert into the stage. A skinny woman dancing hungrily infront of many people inside the bar. Wearing a tiny piece of cloth covering her private areas.

I smiled bitterly as I avert my attention to it. A fucking whore who tend to use her body just to earn money!

Darn! How poor women like her. Every women out there are screaming for respect yet they didn't think what they are doing right now. They didn't think about their self, dancing infront of everyone. Kitang kita na ang kaluluwa!

“...Hey, buddy! What's up? Ang silensyo yata natin ngayon?” I glare at Atticus. “May problema ba?”

I shook my head at him and just continue drinking.

“... nothing. I just want to drink right now.” I drink another glass of whiskey.

The music is so loud. People are dancing wildly.

“Woah, dude! Seriously? I smell something...sige na spill it now. I know, you can't hide any secret from me...” I laugh sarcastically of what he said.

This fucking friend of mine really really knows me well.

“...you know our maid.” I started to talk.

“Oh! The gorgeous and innocent one? Tito Gregory's woman?” Natawa ako.

“She's different.”

“You mean....” I glare at him.

“She's not my type!” I cut him off.

Knowing this guy, a fucking tease.

“Relax, bro! Wala pa kong sinasabi. So defensive huh!”

“Gago!” He laugh at me.

“What about her then? Siya ba ang dahilan kung bakit ka nandito ngayon?”

“I want her!” Fucking bad! Really really bad. Seeing her every time makes me feel something I can't explain.

“Fuck you, dude! Gago ka ba? You insisted that she's Tito Gregory's woman yet you're interested with her?” Natawa ako. “Tangina, nainlab ka na ba?”

I keep silent for a second as I remember the night we had talked.

The night she told me about what my brother did to her, I never saw her like before. We never talk and she never notice me even if she saw me.

And I realized something. Something that I can't even explain to myself.

“Gago ka, Armendarez! Anong iniisip mo? Tangina, tumigil ka kung ano man ang plano mo sa kanya.” I face him.

“Why are you concern for her? Type mo rin ba siya, Atticus?” I ask him.

“Nababaliw ka na, buddy! Of course not!” I look away. “...I know she already proved to you that she's not one of your father's woman. Hindi ka nga babaero, Alas. Ngunit tigil tigilan mo na ang panggago mo sa mga babae. I swear, it's not good.”

I just drink my last glass of whiskey.

Napangiti ako sa isipang totoo nga ang sinabi nito sa akin. She's not a whore not even a bitch. And her intention was good. Yeah, I admit it was my fault.

“...I'm telling you, Armendarez. Huwag ang inosenteng babaeng 'yon! Just find another girl.” Atticus told me.

Nakipagsukatan ako sa kanya ng titig.

“... you'll regret it, I swear!” Naiiling nalang ako.

         I reach our house at two o'clock in the morning. I'm not yet drunk but my mouth and body smell so freaking alcohol. I went to my room straightly as I let my whole body rest on my bed.