Someone's POV
“Now you will understand what I meant in the note, Zayd. Your fate is now in her hands, the girl you though that so weak,” I thought, watching them from afar.
“Master, do you want to rewrite her story?” she asked, looking at the two. “Everything is out of hand.”
“Everything is fine. She'll fall into our trap.” I smirk, thinking of what he will do to stop his master from falling into our hands. “Don't worry too much, Nanika.” I pat her head. She understands what I meant. The book open as she enter in it.
“Everything will fall on our side,” I mumbled, carrying the book in my hand.
Yuna's POV
Alas syete na ng gabi nang matapos ang banda nila Zayd. Nagkaroon kasi ng fireworks display habang nagbabanda sila.
“Ahhhh ang sakit,” pagdadaing ko sa sakit. Kung ano-ano kasi pinaggagawa namin kanina. May opening ang mga booth at bukas na ang start ng mga games. “Sana talaga hindi nalang ako pumunta.”
*ring ring ring*
Tamad kong tiningnan ang cellphone kong katabi ko lang at hinayaang mag-ring ito ng ilang beses. 'Ano siya. Pagkatapos akong pagurin sa school kakakalkad sakin kung saan-saang booth. Tapos tawag-tawag. Kanina pa akong namimilipit dito sa sakit.'
Ngunit wala akong nagawa kundi sagutin ang tawag dahil nakakarindi ang tunog nito.
“Ano na naman pwede bang papahingahin mo muna ako? Bukas ka na maging bully pakiusap,” bungad kong saad sa kanya.
“I just want to ask you if you're fine? Tsk,” sagot nito. “You had cramps, right?”
“Ano naman kung meron?” sakrastik kong sinabi habang yakap-yakap ang isang unan sa tiyan ko.
“Why are girls like tigers when they have mens?”
“Ano naman. Nakakainis ka na eh.” Kanina pa akong iritado sa kanya. Parang kung anong anghel ang sumanib pero mukhang demonyo pa rin. “Kanina pa akong naiinis sayo. Ba't ba natawag ka?”
“I'm here outside.”
“Oh tapos? Share mo lang.”
“Outside your house.”
Ilang minuto akong natulala sa sinabi niya. “Anong ginawa mo diyan— aray!” pasigaw kong tanong at daing dahil sa pagbigla kong upo sa kama.
“Hey, you're fine? I'll come in.”
“At sinong nagsabi?”
“Me, anyway it's open.”
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Alas otso na ng umaga at heto siya, bagong ligo, nakapagluto na ng almusal. Ano bang nakain nito at napagisipan dito matulog. Wala naman akong sinulat na kung ano sa libro. Hindi ko nga nahawak ito kahapon dahil kung saan-saan niya ako hinihila at hindi hinahayaang mag-isa.
“Ano ba nakain mo?” Sinamahan niya lang ako ng tingin. Iritado na yata ng ilang beses ko nang tinanong. “May sumapi ba sayo?”
“What if I tell mom that you're just faking to be my girlfriend after all you're the one who told her.”
“Excuse me, wala akong sinabi sa mama mo,” saad ko pero hindi niya pinansin.
“I received a note,” pag-umpisa nito ng topic na hindi ko naman alam. Ano ba gusto niyang ikwento. “It's written in Spanish. I received the first one when I had a freaking fever, and the next one I received yesterday.”
“Share mo lang.”
“I don't believe what it says,” pagpatuloy nito habang nakatingin ng masama sakin. Umiwas ako ng tingin dahil para bang hinihigop nito ang lakas ko. “I don't believe in magic. But this time maybe, as my life changes into something. It says that my fate never belongs to me now but in the hands of someone.”
Natahimik ako sa huling sinabi niya. 'Pa-paanong—'
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Fate's Inkwell (COMPLETED) (PUBLISHED)
FantasyYuna Alexis Hernandez stumbled upon a mysterious book hidden behind a trash can. This book had an extraordinary power - writing a person's name in it would reveal their life. By accident, Yuna wrote the name of her bully, Zayd Jaxon Fuentes, not rea...
