On His Roster (Aviación #1) Completed

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Wala akong mukhang ihaharap sa kanilang lahat ngayon lalo na sa mga katrabaho at sa aming mga kaibigan.

I've been really critical of girls who flirt and who are slutty or mistresses who have destroyed families. I've been nasty to Andrea and have even spoken hurtful things behind her back whenever we discuss a certain subject in our group or when I'm chatting with Yoni.

I've been quite resentful of my dad for abandoning us to live with his mistress and for being such a neglectful father. I was detested by my mother and her relatives since I was the one who saw my dad's stupidity. 

Tapos malalaman ko lang na ako pala ay isang kabet din at sumisira ng pamilya at nasaktan ang asawa na ngayon ay buntis pa at dala dala ang kanilang anak.

Without thinking twice, I quickly prepare to return to Dubai, disregarding my team and my job. I had an illusion when I was leaving the hotel that I would take his license, destroy it, and then, while walking home, empty his wallet and disperse its contents across the next mile of road, included all of his cards, cash, coins, and licenses. I tossed the wallet into the creek, empty.

Even though I'm currently slowly dying inside, I suppose that by not doing it in real life, I was being kind in a way. I can't stop crying, which is why my eyes are already burning and my chest hurts so bad.

Even after thirteen hours, I still think about the exact time it happened every single second. I felt disgusting and filthy because I thought I had destroyed a family, even though I did not witness him doing it or fucking his wife on the bed.

I was lying back with half of my body on the bed and the other half against the wall. When a text message arrived, my phone lit up. The brief description was enough to convey a very lengthy story, but I had to open the chat window between sobs to see everything.

We'll talk once i am back in Dubai. I will explain everything, ask anything, Av.

-Deuce

Let me explain...

Yan talaga ang mga salitang lumalabas sa mga bibig ng mga manloloko na nahuhuli. Siguro dala na rin ng galit at umaapaw na sakit ay agad akong tumayo at nagsuot ng jacket.

Alas nuebe na ng gabi pero lumabas pa ako at pumara na ng taxi kahit naka gray na longlseeve at pajama lang.

Hawak ang cellphone, wallet at susi ng apartment ni Deuce ay nagmamadali akong pumasok at hinahanap ang mga papeles sa kaniyang lamesa. Marami akong nakikitang mga sulat dito at ilang mga papeles na dati naman ay wala akong pakialam.

I have a right to know the complete truth and to know the situations I'm placing myself in, so if I want to stop things correctly, at least I should know that.

Nasa kusina ako at halos nagulo na nga ang mga papel doon at nakalatag lahat sa counter habang iniisa isa ko ang pagbasa sa mga sulat.

Pagod na pagod na akong umiyak kaya kahit ang boses ko ay wala nang lakas, mugto ang mga mata at parang naka autopilot nalang ang katawan. Buong byahe pabalik dito sa dubai ay panay iyak lang ako sa eroplano.

Yoni happened to be in the aircraft i was in and she's returning back to dubai as one of the crews so she kinda have an idea of what happened to Deuce and I.

"Do you think it's better or worse that they care after?" wala sa sarili kong tanong sa kaibigan. Alam kong sa lahat ng mga kaibigan ko siya ang mas may rational at tamang advice sa akin dahil hindi naman siya fan ni Deuce at hindi siya papanig dahil lang kaibigan niya.

Alam ko rin na hindi pabor si Yoni sa pagiging bulag sa pag ibig kaya siguradong maiintindihan niya ako ngayon na walang halong panghuhusga.

"Girl, what's worse than being cheated and lied to? Once you're pass this you'll get through anything," sagot niya. Abala ako sa pakikialam sa mga papeles ni Deuce habang naka speaker naman ang usapan naming dalawa.