"Kreza! This is serious" lahat ng staff ko nandito sa condo unit ko at abala sila sa pagsagot ng mga tawag na sunod sunod galing sa mga reporters, endorsers, project managers and other people who are nosy for the shit scandal that was just dropped.
"I just told you John. None of it is true. I slapped him at the bar because he kept touching my butt!" I have been explaining the same thing over and over to John, my manager who happen to be my cousin also.
"Well guess what? The pictures don't say so."
Ipinakita sa akin ni John ang picture kung saan nasa bar sofa ako habang tumatawa at sa may tenga ko naman bumubulong si City Mayor Davis of Los Angeles, CA.
I swiped and saw another picture kung saan parang tinatapik ko yung side ko sa upuan para makaupo si Mayor Davis.
Umirap ako kay John and kaagad na tumayo para kumuha ng tubig.
"I am not a mistress for godsakes John! He joined me that night kasi nagkita kami sa club. I was one of the models of his company, don't you remember? Alangan namang tanggihan ko sya na huwag tumabi sa akin diba?" I sipped water habang pinapanuod si John na nagaalab na nakatingin sa akin.
"So this is what happen. You got to the club. Mr. Davis came and wanted to join you. You let him join you for drinks but he became touchy that led you to slap the motherfucking mayor right in front of all the people on the club!" nagiinit na ang ulo sa akin ni John.
I get it. He is the mayor of LA, it is a big deal.
"Hindi ba dapat ang pinagkakaguluhan nila ay si Mayor? Why am I at fault here?" napasabunot sa buhok si John sa mga sinabi kong iyon.
"Mrs. Davis sent a statement on the media telling that you charmed her husband and then slapped him. She accused you of being a mistress! Now all our sponsors, commercial and projects are halted! Our agency president wanted you out his company because YOU FUCKING SLAPPED THE MAYOR OF LOS ANGELES, KREZA!" sigaw ni John na dahilan kung bakit natahimik ang mga tao sa buong condo ko. They were all afraid of John.
"Kahit ilang beses ako magexplain sayo, hindi mo ko paniwalaan. This is useless. I will be sleeping."
I walked out and entered my room. Nahiga ako sa kama and I opened my phone.
"Fucking slut!"
"Did she sleep her way up?"
"Mayor's wife deserved better."
I read the same hate comments on my latest instagram post. I sighed and dive to my bed. I heard a knock and saw John entered my room.
"I'm sorry for earlier Kreza." mahinahon at kalmado niyang sinabi.
Pinikit ko ang mga mata ko at nagkuwaring hindi siya naririnig.
"This is serious because this is politics Kreza. They can create news, they can distort the truth, they can show what's on their favor and hide what will be fatal to them. Mali tayo ng kinakalaban. It's best you leave LA and go back to the Philippines. Your explanation won't have a fight here." pageexplain ni John.
I was just at the bar, having a drink, wanted to enjoy myself. I just defended myself from being sexually harassed and then I lost everything. How fucking unfair!
"How about our staffs?" nagaalala kong tanong kay John. Una kong naisip na baka masisante din sila because my agency wants me out.
"I don't know as well." malungkot na sabi ni John.
"John, find ways to make them stay sa company. They can work with other artist. Then yung mga masisisante talaga, bigyan mo ng twice ng final pay nila. Sa aking savings mo na lang kuhanin." I owe my success to them. I owe it to John and all the staffs.
Tumango tango naman si John.
"I will be selling all my properties here in Los Angeles. Everything. So I can pay for all the breach of contracts and the employees' final pay. Please arrange this for me." bumangon ako sa pagkakaupo at tiningnan si John.
Tinabihan nya ako sa kama and hinawakan ang likod ko.
"I will talk with our family's attorney. Best na umuwi ka ng Pilipinas. Stay there until this issue dies down then we'll together figure out the rest." niyakap ko naman si John.
My mother and father both died on a car crash when I was young. I was raised by my Tita Jollyn - John's mother who is the sister of my mother. We have a sugar mill plantation in Batangas pero ang nagmamanage na is si Tita Jollyn.
I have no interest in the business and so is John. We both dreamed of the spotlight that's why at the young age of 25, I became the top model slash endorser here in the States. All thanks to John's effort and Tita Jollyn's support.
All I have left in Batangas is our old mansion. John suggested I stay there for a while. Tita Jollyn also prepared the mansion upon my return. I have two house helpers, one bodyguard, a gardener and a driver.
"Thank you for choosing Philippine Airline. Welcome to the Philippines." bati sa akin ng mga staff sa lobby ng airport sa NAIA.
John was left in LA to deal with everything and expected na magtatagal pa sya ng tatlong buwan bago makasunod sa akin dito sa Pilipinas.
"I should have left at least one car." I looked around the drop off area of NAIA and dito pa lang traffic na.
I saw people staring at me so I wore my sunglasses and pulled my luggage on the side.
My phone rang and I saw Tita Jollyn's name. A smile crept to my face.
"Our princess Kreza, how's your flight?" malambing na tono ni tita.
"Tita its very tiring. The weather in Manila is not helping." pacute kong sabi sa kabilang linya.
"Yung susundo daw sayo is on pickup level 8, look for the black montero sport there. Ingat okay? I prepared a feast for you here."
Pag ka-end call naglakad ako papuntang level 8. Nasa level 7 pa lang ako nakita na ako ng driver na sinasabi ni tita.
"Ms. Kreza, ikaw na po ba yan?" sabi ng matandang lalaki. He seemed familliar.
"Manong Isko? Omg. Manong Isko, tama ba?" he smiled at me. Mang Isko is our family's driver for years.
"Akala ko nakalimutan mo na ako maam sa limang taon mo sa ibang bansa." napakamot ulo siya habang kinukuha ang mga maleta ko.
"Mas lalo ka po kasi naging gwapo manong. Hindi ko kaagad namukhaan" natawa naman kami parehas.
"Tawagan ko lang po si Maam Jollyn na nakita ko na po kayo. Nandoon po ang sasakyan." sabay turo nya sa naka-park na sasakyan na black sa may harap ng poste ng level 8.
"Sa unahan na lang po ako sasakay Mang Isko. Madami dami pa po tayo pagkwekwentuhan" tinapik ko naman ang kanyang balikat at naglakad na patungo sa sasakyan.
I opened the passenger seat and doon umupo. Weird because there is a driver. I was about to look kung sino nasa driver seat ng napansin ko sa window si Mang Isko na nilampasan ang kotseng sinasakyan ko.
Heck nagkamali ako ng sinakyan!
I looked at the driver beside me and to my horror...
"Cisco?"
BINABASA MO ANG
Last Night (Batangas Series)
RomansaKreza Dyne, a famous international model, suddenly became bankrupt due to a scandal. Her life had turned around in just one night. All she had left is their mansion on Batangas. She took this opportunity to escape the whole controversy. Not knowing...
