Promises are Meant to be Broken

Epilogue

Golden brown wavy hair, thin brows, long lashes, brown eyes, pointed nose, glossy lips and rosy cheeks.

Those were the words to describe the lady I'd fall in love with. My Alana Brielle de Guzman.

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Breaking News: Mr. Arthur Gomez arrested for stealing their company's money—

I turn off the TV after watching that trash news. They were broadcasting the fake news! My father is not a criminal. Napagbintangan lang naman siya.

"Anak, kakain na—" my mother stop speaking when I stood up and started to walk away. "Where are you going?"

"We need justice, Ma," I was clenching my fist while heading outside of our house. I need to do something!

I didn't notice that I walk the distance from our house to where my father were in right now. Hindi ko napansin ang pagod sa paa ko kahit na sobrang layo nitong tinahak ko.

"What are you—"

"Pa, you're not belong here. You're not a criminal!" I frustratedly told him and I even clenching my fist because of anger. "Please come back... home."

He sigh and his face soften. "Did you eat already?"

My lips parted, so stunned to speak. Why all of a sudden... he asked me that kind of question? Mas inuuna parin niya kaming isipin kaysa sa kalagayan niya.

"K-kakain na po sila nung u-umalis po ako sa bahay," I stuttered and even swallowed the lamp in my throat.

"You?" I shake my head as a response. "Abo naman... dapat kumain ka muna bago mo ako dinalaw dito. Naku, talaga kang bata ka."

Napakamot na lang ako sa ulo at napapahiyang umiwas nang tingin sa kaniya. I don't know if he's concerned or he's just making fun of me.

But honestly, my father is the most kindest person that I've ever met in my life. He always prioritize our family. He gets along with my friends. Mabilis siyang makasundo kaya marami siyang kaibigan.

I just have one question, sa katangiang mayroon si Papa sa buhay, ganiyan ba ang magnanakaw?

"Kumusta si Tito Art, tol?" George asked when we finally have our free time. I don't want to talk about my father outside, but they were my friends. My new treasured friends.

I just known them last last year, but it seems like we've been together for a very long time.

"May matino naman bang attorney si Tito Art?" Lumi crosses her arms over her chest when she stood in front of me. Madaldal ang isang 'to.

"He's fine." I answered in a bit few words.

Hindi na rin naman namin pinag-usapan pa ang tungkol kay Papa. I'm just glad na hindi na nila pinahaba iyon. Maybe they notice how I respond to them. They will just let it slide, but they're worrying just like me.

I already planned where to go after class but still thinking about my friends. Kung tutuloy ba ako sa pagbisita kay Papa o isasama ko ang mga kaibigan ko? Pero ang layo kasi ng Bataan dito.

"Don't worry about others. Go on without us," I stilled when someone whispered those words in my back. Nang lingunin ko kung sino ang nagsalita ay dire-diretso lang siyang naglakad papalabas ng room dala-dala ang mga gamit niya.

She's the only one that I haven't talk a lot. She's a silent type of a person. My enemy.

"Race!" Hindi ko nilingon ang tumawag sa akin. "Nakita mo iyong kuting mo?"

My forehead slowly creasing while turning my head towards Lumi. Kuting ko?

"Lumingon din si poging lamig! Alis na kami, ha? Iyong kuting mo..." she winked at me that creeps me out. "Hanapin mo," she added before walking away.