"The First Meeting"

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40 years ago.

Imee's P.O.V.

"Bonget! Tara na! 11:00 PM na!"

Mahinang sigaw ko pagka daan ko sa kwarto niya, nakita ko naman siyang tumingin sakin habang inaayos ang kanyang buhok.

"Bilisan mo, para kang bakla" dagdag ko pa

"Wag mo nga akong ginaganyan kung gusto mong makaalis ngayon" pabulong niyang sagot.

"Okay fine, sorry but can we just go now while the guards are enjoying their dinners?" paumanhin ko

Inirapan niya lang ako at nagpatuloy na kami. Nang makasakay na kami ng sasakyan at naka start na ito ay humarurot na si bong ng takbo at pinagbuksan na kami agad ng gate eh pano ba kasi, kota na kami sa mga ganito kaya pinagbigyan nalang ulit.

Bumaba na ako ng sasakyan at tumayo sa labas ng bar para hintayin ang kapatid kong nag papark ng sasakyan at sabay na kaming pumasok, truth is kaya ko sinasama palagi si Bong kasi siya ang may maraming kaibigan, hindi naman ako masamang tao pero minsan lang talaga ako tumatakas para uminom at uuwi lang din naman pagkatapos like there's no time for other agendas other than drinking and only in this specific bar lang din, I just drink a bit to temporarily to escape the royal reality, like for some time I just wanna be treated as a normal person that's all. We parted ways after he saw his secret girlfriend Kris(Yes, Kris Aquino).

Gaya ng dati, ginamit ko ang alyas na Remi which is galing din sa unpopular name ko na Remedios (ugh). Umupo ako sa usual circular designed na bar at nagsimulang umorder.

"The usual please." utos ko sa bartender

"Pasensya na po ma'am di ko po alam kung alin po dito yung palagi niyong inoorder" sagot nung bartender.

I immediately recognized na hindi si Eman (The regular bartender) ang kausap ko. He had a very stiff accent in tagalog which I kinda think of na visayan siya and because the light is kinda low, I couldn't really see his face.

"Anyway, Isang Martini on the Rock." sagot ko nalang.

"Heto po ma'am, suki po ba kayo dito?"

*Gesh ang awkward niya magsalita ng tagalog he sounds so trying hard that I wanna laugh out loud, I mean Ilocanos have weird tagalog accent too pero it's been a while kase since I've heard someone with another tagalog accent*

"Why do you care? you are paid to serve, not to talk to the costumer" kunwaring inis kong sagot kahit madaldal talaga ako at naghahanapbng kadaldalan.

"Kaya nga po, ang pakikipag usap po sa kostumer ay isa po sa paraan nang pagseserbisyo" mahinahon niyang tugon.

Hindi na ako sumagot at uminom nalang. Ilang minuto ang lumipas at nagsalita na naman siya ulit.

"Ah ka kapoy pud aning manlita na kostumer oy." (Ah, nakakapagod naman tong may attitude na costumer) sabi niya

"Diay?" (Talaga ba?) sagot ko

Nakakaintindi ako ng konting bisaya, and I just happened to understand evey visayan word he said, Binggo! Bisaya nga.

"Hala sorry kaayo ma'am" (Pasensya na po talaga ma'am)

"It's okay, not a big deal tho, just sometimes, be mindful, pasalamat ka at good mood ako ngayon kundi, baka kabago bago mo palang nakaalis kana" sagot ko ulit

I can sense na he's intimidated.

"Libre ko na po ang next shot niyo"

"No need, you need the money more than I do, so keep it, you were right naman since I was just so rude about you so let me also make and amend. I'm Remi, we don't give off real names here just in case you don't know, yours?" Tanong ko sa kanya.

"Dig uhm, bawal pala totoong pangalan, Ako po si Ardi ma'am" nahihiya niyang sagot.

"So? What brought you here in manila ardi?" tanong ko, well obviously para makapag trabaho or makapag aral pero adunno like with every shots and every time we talk his voice just suddenly sounded so angelic to my ear, like I'm kinda addicted to it. Like ugh! That accent.

Naparami and naparami ang inom ko habang nag kukwento siya, He sometimes excused himself to entertain other fellas with their drinks but he never really initiated conversations with them and then turned back to me.

"Yun nga po, pinaparusahan ako ng magulang ko kasi inaabuso ko yung pag aaral ko, kung hindi ako magtatrabaho sa ngayong week ay wala po talaga akong pera" pagtutuloy niya sa usapan namin.

"So it means maharlika ka din? ugh sayang, I thought I could learn from you, too bad." Sagot ko

"Ma'am out na po ako mga 10 mins from now po, pero Ma'am tama na po siguro, masyado na pong marami ang nainom niyo" pagpipigil niya sakin

And hey I'm the eldest stubborn daughter of the President l, no one can stop me, I grabbed the whole bottle and bottoms it up. He tried to get the bottle back but he was too late, I just smiled back at him as he guided me back to my chair at the bar.

"I just wanna be normal you know, like have a dad, and a mom who's never too busy for work, travel and not discuss about the work, Succeed and have someone tell you 'Congratulations' instead of being labeled as 'Average' like why can't I have that life? Why can others have that life? I want that kind of life!" then I bursted in tears and he embraced me. Like for once in a while I've felt sincere comfort because of a hug.

"Normal life? Gusto niyo po maging normal? Hindi rin naman po ako normal, Sino bang may gustong maging normal? Ang boring naman po siguro non, We are not normal, we are not average, We are more than that and that's what makes us special from any other people."

For that night, There's a sudden rush in my body and it was the first time someone refer to me as special, first time someone made my flaws so beautiful that it sparkles when I remember them, The first time I have ever felt that someone was really there for me during my worst, I instantly grabbed his head and kiss him. And in the very night, That was the first time I also lost my first kiss to the first man I have ever love.

To be continued...


Note: Hello my responsible readers, This is for fun only guys please don't take everything seriously. God Bless us all and keep safe always. Photos are from internet web. Give me stars and reviews po so I could know if you like the story or not, see you next chapter my lovies.





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