#TWOT6
"Ugh!" I groaned in pain as I hardly held my head using my two hands.
I didn't know what happened last night but there's one thing I am certain about; I drank too much alcohol that the memories about last night were now as blurry as a mosaic filter. This is one of the reason why I somehow hate alcohol, I easily forget the events of the night after having my drinks.
I messed my hair in frustration as the annoying ringtone of my phone keeps on making noises. Wala akong planong sagutin ang tawag dahil wala akong ganang makipag-usap sa kung sino sa mga oras na ito. But I know too well. If I wouldn't pick up the phone call, the frustration I am feeling will just boil like boiling water.
"What?!" I shouted in annoyance, still half asleep.
"It's too early for that, Fleur," natatawang bungad ni Daniella sa kabilang linya.
"God, you're making my headaches worsen, Daniella," galit na asik ko sa kausap.
Mahina siyang tumawa sa kabilang linya, but stop midway when someone spoke with her. It was a voice coming from a guy!
"Who the hell was that?" I asked, now completely awake.
"Well . . ." malandi niyang sagot.
"Tell me you did not sleep with some stranger," hindi makapaniwala kong usal.
"It's not my fault you ditch him after paying our bills!" natatawa niyang sagot. "And also, he's so freaking hot that even I can't resist his charisma," depensa niya pa.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." walang gana kong sagot, rolling my eyes. "It's not like I remember him, anyway."
Daniella and I talked for a few minutes before hanging up the call. Nagpakawala muna ako ng isang malalim na buntong-hininga bago iniwan ang aking kama. I know this day will be a long day. With my father's unstoppable sermons, I'm pretty sure that time will run slowly.
I slowly walked to our dining area to see if my father was already there. And disappointment immediately filled me when I saw my dad eating silently together with my mother. Maingat na galaw ang ginawa ko para bumalik sana sa aking kwarto ng may biglang tumawag sa pangalan ko. Muli akong nagpakawala buntong-hininga bago unti-unting humarap sa silid kainan namin.
And the moment my eyes laid to Dad, his piercing eyes were already piercing through me.
"Lasing ka na namang umuwi kagabi. Saan ka na naman ba galing?" mahinahon ngunit seryoso niyang tanong sa akin.
"Ah . . . Clubbing, Dad," mahina kong sagot.
"Fleur, ilang beses ko bang sasabihin sayong kontrolin ang pagwawaldas ng pera?" tanong niya ulit.
Hindi kinulang sa paalala ang aking ama. Sa tuwing umuuwi akong lasing o umuuwi na may dala-dalang mamahaling gamit, he always reminds me that wasting too much money is like wasting something part of our life. He always told me how important money can be, that instead of spending it on nonsense things, dapat iniipon ko na lang daw ito para sa mga pangyayaring maaaring mangyari sa susunod na mga araw.
"But, Dad . . . This is what I want. Spending money is one of the definitions of happiness for me!" I reasoned out, trying to prove a point.
"Ilang ulit ko pa bang dapat ipaalala sa 'yong ang pera ay hindi basura na basta-basta mo na lang tinatapon sa kung saang inuman at pamilihan, ha, Fleur? You should know how to think rationally, anak. Maraming tao riyan sa labas ang naghihirap at nangangailangan ng tulong. Maswerte na nga tayo dahil hindi tayo naghihirap katulad nila," mahabang litanya ng aking ama.
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General FictionRêve de Gosse Series #1 | on-hold Fleur Liana Gracia was known as a spoiled brat who would do every little thing she could just to reach her childhood dream. Even if she will use other people to achieve what she desires, she will surely go for it. T...
