The Pen Behind The Popular Writer

Chapter 19

Sir Yance's unsolved case of his late friend who committed suicide.

Malakas ang kutob niyang hindi lang talaga pagpapakamatay ang nasa likod ng insidenteng iyon. Alam niyang hindi lang basta-basta ang pagpapakamatay ng kaibigan niya.

Mystery writer ang kaibigan nito.

If I were to ask, I could see the similarity of his late friend to the dead critic of Prisoned Imagination.

But the writer of the novel I copied was TinyDust while Alastair's pseudonym was AceStair Romance. Puwede niya rin namang ibahan pero ang hinala ko ay magkaiba rin sila ng nagngangalang TinyDust.

I cupped my face in my exhaustion after all those thoughts that've been running throughout my head. I already have a very possible evidence to help Sir Yance, but that's not completely helpful.

I wanted to help him.

And at the very least possibility, I needed to free myself from Alastair already. Taking that manuscript I've found from his room was the best help for me now.

Dumating na ang araw ng Book Appreciation at Book Advertisement event kung saan kailangan kong i-represent ang kailan lang na naimprintang nobelang ipinasa ni Alastair, gamit ang account ko.

He was beyond happy to know that the story about my life was put to physical copies and made a lot of people to read it.

Sa sobrang saya niya, sumama siya sa akin para harapin ang camera at ang publiko. Yes, right at this moment, a lot of eyes were looking at me with the unfamiliar guy, sitting beside me.

Katabi ko si Alastair ngayon para sa Book Appreciation event. Pero hindi 'yon ang inaalala ko. Every time I could think of the book about myself, the thought of Tita Rosalie and Tito Ernest, reading my works made me feel anxious.

Sigurado akong isinulat ni Alastair na totoong magulang ko sila at pinasama niya silang dalawa nang sobra doon. Pati na ang mga umampon sa akin, pinasama niya sila nang sobra kaya siguradong nagtatanim na naman ng matinding galit ang mga 'yon sa akin.

Wala na akong pakialam. Magalit sila kung magalit, hindi ko ikamamatay ang mararamdaman ng mga taong iyon sa akin.

"I offer you the sincerest gratitude I can ever give. Thank you for all your support to Jasryl." I flinched in my surprise when Alastair held my shoulder to lean me closer to him. Nagsasalita siya ngayon sa harapan ng mga tao at sa camera.

Just look at that very wonderful look in his eyes. Filled with success.

"Maraming salamat dahil minahal ninyo at inilaan ninyo ang suporta niyo sa pagsusulat niya ng mga nobela. Nahantong man ang mga ito sa mga isyu, nagpatuloy pa rin kayo. That's the reason why Jasryl didn't stop writing as well."

Oh, yeah? I thought I didn't stop writing because a very psychopathic writer pushed me to continue?

Just look at that happy and nice-looking face he's showing. He really was good in pretending, in manipulating, in solving cases and writing.

Solving cases?

"Ano pong masasabi ninyo, Mr. Alastair Roman? Na kayo ang tinutukoy ni Mis Jasryl sa nobela niyang nakilala niyang savior niya matapos ang lahat ng mabibigat na pasaning kinaharap niya sa buhay niya?"

Nagbigay ng malambot na halakhak si Alastair at ako itong nabigla sa tinanong ng interviewer. Sino ang savior ko sa kuwento? Siya?

Right, he was the boyfriend in the story but him, having a good figure in the novel made me me want to puke right now.