Mistakes We Can't Laugh About (Loser #2)

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Percy Ezekiel Mendoza

You've got some nerve. The last time I checked, you were all over your boy toy. And what made you think I'd accept you? There was nothing you could offer me but headaches. Just do your own thing and stop bothering me. You've been doing that for years.

Also, you worked as a psychologist at VDMH, but you'd take whatever position I offered you? The salary for psychologists at that company should be big enough for you to pay off your debts, so what exactly do you want? I don't believe you're just guilty.

Iyon ang bumungad na email sa akin kinaumagahan. I expected it already. Hindi naman siya ganoon katanga para agad na payagan ako. But of course, begging was a part of my scheme. At least, letting him know he had the upper hand would make him assume he could use me however he wanted.

Dahil ganoong uri ng tao siya. He wanted people to worship him as if he were a god. He was a conceited and manipulative jerk who could not acknowledge his mistakes. Kapag nagpakita ako ng takot at pagsunod sa kanya . . . he wouldn't think I had a trick up my sleeve.

Amari Sloane Mendoza

I am guilty. I've been seeing clients and patients every day, but I can't shake this heaviness in my chest. I want to work as a psychologist for your firm, not just for the higher pay but also for this feeling.

Kung sakaling sa ibang posisyon ninyo ako ilagay, ayos lang po sa akin. Kahit mas maliit ang sweldo. I will just look for a job that I can do part-time to cover my debts. Basta maalis ko lang po ang bigat sa dibdib ko. I couldn't live longer with these regrets.

"Nangnang, dito ka ulit tulog mamaya?" tanong ni Gayle na halos kagigising lang din.

Ngumiti ako. "Gusto mo?"

"Opo, nangnang. Pasok lang ako school tapos play na tayo, ha?"

Pinanliitan ko siya ng mata. "Sure na ba 'yan? Tinulugan mo nga ako kagabi, eh."

Ngumuso siya. "Sabi ni Mimi po, eh. Bawal daw ako makulit kasi po sad po ikaw."

Like a storm's leftover debris, the painful memories of last night poured down on my head. Kung paanong ang mga tanong sa utak ko ay napalitan ng takot, kung paanong ang mga sagot na hinahanap ko ay natagpuan lang sa pamamaalam . . . at kung paanong ang nag-iisang lalaking nagtyaga sa akin ay napagod na rin.

Dumamba sa akin si Gayle at pinugpog ng halik ang pisngi ko.

"Yabyu, nangnang. Pag nag-play po tayo, pahilam ko sa 'yo peybolit ko na doll . . ." aniya pa.

I forced a smile before pulling her up into my chest. "I love you, Gayle. Na-a-appreciate ka ni ninang."

"Pishtail mo po ako?"

I chuckled. "Oo . . . kaya tawagin mo na ang mommy mo para mapaliguan ka na niya."

Excited na excited siyang tumalon sa kama. She even swayed her hips and shouted "Mimi" as she walked out of the room.

Nang mawala siya sa paningin ko ay muli kong sinilip ang cellphone ko. Hindi naman ako nabigo dahil nakita kong may email na si Mr. Mendoza.

Percy Ezekiel Mendoza

We're not hiring psychologists at the moment. With your poor credentials and reputation, you could only get into the janitor's wards.

I sighed when I realized that he wasn't going to make things easy for his own daughter.