Solita [Completed]

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This chapter may contain words, events, and illustrations that might trigger readers traumatic experiences.

I gather all of the things I've scattered on my desk to put inside my louis vuitton bag pack. The time is 3:30 in the afternoon. I have to go home this early, even though it's not dismissal yet.
 
My father and his political alliances will visit Lolo later for the upcoming passing of the candidacies of every politician, and I have to meet them also since my older brothers are busy lately at work.
 
Wala naman akong alam riyan pero ang sabi ni Lola kailangan kong ipakita ang suporta kay Papa. Habang tumatagal unti-unting nararamdaman ko ang pagmamahal ng aking ama, ganun pa man hindi parin maalis sa aking puso ang mga panahong nasaktan ako sa pagtanggi niya sa akin bilang anak.

Ang gusto ni Mama ay mapalapit ang aking loob kay Papa pagkatapos maayos ang gusot sa pagitan nila. I respect him, I call him my Father pero hindi kami close gaya ng typical na pamilya.

Sinabihan ako nila Lolo at Lola na tama na yung okay lang ang relasyon naming mag-tatay.

Tatlo nga ang aking birth certificate dahil magpinsan ang aking magulang.

Oo, anak kami sa kasalanan kaya hindi maaaring malaman ninuman kung sino at anong pangalan ni Mama.

Everyone knew that my mother, Thrace, is married and has a son with her husband, which people believe is only my Kuya Seleucus.
 
She agreed to not put her name on one of my birth certificates so people wouldn't have any chance to figure out that she and Richard Salem, her cousin and stepbrother at the same time, had a relationship and had four children.
 
Kumbaga ay hinati nila kami.
 
Si Kuya Ptolemy, Kuya Lysimachus, at ako, tatlo kaming anak kuno ni Papa sa hindi mapangalanang babae habang si mama ay kasal sa hindi rin alam kung sino ng mga madla ang asawa niya at ang tanging anak lang nila ay si Kuya Seleucus.
 
I gave them a hundred points for how amazingly they hid our true identities.
 
 So complicated....

"Arsinoe." Tumigil ako sa pag-aayos ng gamit.

Tumingin sa kaharap.

"Girl! Can I borrow your phone? I have to text my driver. My phone's dead batt."

Paki-usap na sabi ni Mavi na nakangiti ngayon sa akin.

She's one of my........ friends, until I find out that she's backstabbing me because her Dad was my father's revival in politics.

Akala niya ata, ng babaeng ito uto-uto ako para hindi malaman ang sinasabi niyang paninira sa akin.
 
She took my kindness as stupidity, so she must face my wrath.

She'll know later, and she deserves it.

"Too bad my phone just shut down. Dead battery too, Girl. Dead."

Making my voice sound so sad and repeating the word "dead" two times. The audacity of her asking something even though she's burning me from behind—what a great friend!
 
Lumabas na ako ng room to call my driver and tell him to park the van Infront of our building. Sa hallway pa lamang ay marami ng bumabati at ngumi-ngiti sa akin.

I tried to smiled back.

I don't like attention in general, but blending with people makes me feel like a normal person.
 
"Arsinoe!" Hindi ako lumingon, I'm not friendly, Kaya kung randomly mong tatawagin ang pangalan ko at magpa-papansin sa akin, I'm not fond of it. Partikular sa mga ka-edarang lalaki na hindi naman pagkakaibigan ang gusto, higit paroon.

Dumating na ang aking sundo, bumaba ang tatlong bodyguard upang alalayan akong pumasok sa loob ng Van at bago pa ma-isara ang pinto I saw how Mavi was crying while Greta was pouring a bucket of dirty water on her head.
 
Know who you're messing up with, bitch.