"Can you shut up, Melo?" "Give me back my clothes." I firmly bargained with my sister's messy room as I searched for a certain designer item of mine.
I was genuinely not mad that she ransacked my closet without my permission. But I was furious when I learned that she used my outfit for my departure tomorrow to New York and even ruined it because of her recklessness.
"Melody!" I annoyingly yelled when I couldn't find it.
"L-Let me just it find it myself, Rhythm, please?" she begged with her teary eyes. I was getting frustrated as her. Ang kalat-kalat ng kwarto niya at puro nakakalat ang mga damit.
"Damn it!" I burst out of her room, raging mad.
Iritado na nga dahil sa kapatid ni Izaiah, ito pa ang sasalubong sa akin. I angrily slewed my study table as I screamed so loudy. I couldn't control myself. I should call Tris, my manager.
"M-Miss—"
I scowled when I heard someone's voice on my door. Lalo akong nairita, dahil hindi ko pala iyon naisara.
"What?!" I glared at her, she quickly avoided my sharp glares. Doon ko napansin ang hawak nitong isang shopping bag.
"M-May nag-padala p-po..." Bahagya akong kumalma ng makitang nanginginig na ang katulong namin.
Bumuntong hininga ako at tumayo para kuhanin iyon.
"Sino?" mas kalmado kong tanong.
"Wala pong s-sinabing palangalan iyong d-delivery man." she said. Nangulubot ang noo ko at minata iyong bag na may tatak na Gucci.
"Okay, get lost." I spat sternly that she almost stumbled turning away.
I sighed and went back to my bed. Bigla agad akong nagsisi na ginulo ko ang gamit ko sa study table— bagay na ayaw na ayaw ko.
Anyway, my eyes dropped at the branded parcel. Binuksan ko iyon, but even before get a glimpse of what's inside, my phone rang.
My eyebrows furrowed when I saw an unregistered number on the screen. Even so, I answered it with my sharp tongue.
"How thick your face is to fucking dare call my number, motherfucker?" I spat on the other line.
At first, it was just complete silence. That I thought I was talking to Death. Then I heard a low, throaty chuckle. I stopped, as well as my respiration. It was then that I felt goosebumps on my neck and arms.
"Is thay how you say thank you to my gift, little doe?" his familiar low voice told me. Agad na nag-umapaw ang hindi maipaliwanag na inis sa aking pagkatao at agad na hinablot ang shopping bag sa harap ko.
I frantically opened it and broadened my eye as I saw what's inside. I cursed mentally, over and over again with his fucking name. I cursed when I instantly felt the relief because he got the same outfit Melody ruined. He got my problem solved with me knowing anything.
"See you in New York, little doe." he taunted me, before cutting the call leaving me at loss.
"Kainaman namang ganda nari, Ritmo! Ay kintaban ang mga beads eh!"
Binasag ni Rosa ang aking pagkakatulala sa damit na kanina niya pa isinasayaw sa kanyang katawan.
"Ala ay tulala siya!" niyugyog ako ni Rosa. Napakurap naman ako at kumunot ang noo.
"Ano iyon?" tanong ko
Mahigpit ang kapit ko sa aming mga paninda habang papapunta kami sa aming tricycle. Hindi ko napansin lumilipad na pala ang isip ko.
BINABASA MO ANG
ALFAZERI SERIES 1: Lovelorn
RandomBlood... Drugs... Guns. It was the familiar pigments of my hallucinations. Nanginig ang mga binti ko at dinala iyon sa aking dibdib. A nightmare. They say it was just all in my head. But everything seems real- the merciless beast seems... surreal. ...
