Montergo Series I: Dancing With Fire

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

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Since the day we confirmed that we're together, parang araw-araw na ata kami nakakatanggap ng invitation para sa interview raw namin ni Zak. But we declined it dahil sa schedule.

We also received a lot of comments regarding our relationship. Some were happy for both of us, some were just flowing with the situation while some were not happy about it. Nakatanggap din kami ng mga hate and love comments from the netizens.

Hanggang ngayon ay di ko pa alam kung sino ang kumuha sa amin ng litrato ni Zak nang araw na iyon.

Tinitigan ko ang laptop ko habang nakahiga sa kama ko. It's my day off, and that's why I decided to check the video that was posted three days ago, hapon na at sigurado akong nasa Company pa si Zak. I am reading the comments. My curiosity will kill me if I don't do this ilang araw mo ng pinipigilan sarili ko na basahin... however, as I read their comments, I can't stop scrolling down and reading more.

"Kaya pala siya yung female lead sa bagong project. Malakas kapit niya ehh." Basa ko sa isang comment na nakakuha ng atensyon ko. It has hundreds of replies, parang piniga ang puso ko dahil doon.

"She doesn't deserve to be there."

"Mayayaman nga naman, hindi na lang siya gumawa ng paraan..."

Isa yun sa nakita ko dahil sa daming likes at thumbs down na reaction sa comment. But I just laughed it off since they know nothing. I read a lot of hate comments iyong mas napunta doon ang atensyon kaysa sa mga positive comments. I refreshed it... my eyes dropped down on a new comment.

"Ginaya niya dapat kapatid niyang si Scarlett, her sister is much better than her, she's humble, kind, and such a benevolent person, why can't she be like her?" Hindi ko namalayan na binabasa ko na ito ng malakas. Bago lang, it was commented four minutes ago by a used under ItzIzzy.

"Aray!" I hissed when I felt my palm hurt. I checked it and bit my lips when I saw blood. Hindi gaano kalaki ang sugat at kaunti lang din ang dugo na lumabas, ngunit kitang kita ang porma ng kuko ko sa palad, hindi ko man lang napansin na nabaon ko ito.

I sighed, I stood up and walked towards the bathroom, I washed my hands there, kinuskos ko ang sabon nang ilang ulit sa sugat hanggang sa mag-manhid, biglang nanlabo ang mata ko, nanlaki mata ko ng may biglang tumulo na tubig sa kamay ko kahit na nakapatay ang gripo. I looked up at the sanitary mirror, and I found myself crying. Tears were streaming down my rosy cheeks.

Yumuko ako at pinagpatuloy ko ang paghugas sa sabon na natira sa kamay ko habang umiiyak.

"W-Why can't I be like her?" I asked.

I crouched and cried my eyes out. Palagi na lang siya ang nakikita, even dad only sees her as her daughter. P-Paano naman ako? Everyones eyes are on her, sa kanya lamang. Paano ako lulugar? My sobs echoed throughout the bathroom, tanging hikbi ko lang ang maririnig.

I was shocked when the bathroom door suddenly opened. I looked up and saw Ate Kisha with a worried look on her face. Her eyes were dropped down at nakasalubong ang kilay niya.

"Ate..." mahinag tawag ko sa kanya.

Lumapit siya agad sa'kin at niyakap ako nang napakahigpit. She caressed my back as I continued crying on her shoulder.

"Shh... I'm here, Ate's here." She comforted me as she continued to caress my back.

"Ate Kisha, am I not enough?" I asked her. "Siya na lang palagi ang nakikita nila, why? I always get compared to her. When will they see my value?" I asked.

"No, shh. you're enough. Bulaga lang sila." She responded.

"Bulag o nagbulag-bulagan?" My question made Ate Kisha flinched.