Torn Between Dreams and Reality

CHAPTER 49 Preparation

CHAPTER 49 Preparation

**ZOE’S POV**

“Hey sasama ka ba sa’min?” I called Rence.

(Uhm, yeah? Dito ka-yah kayo sa condo mag-praktis. And I also need to prepare for that intramurals.) Sa basketball din kasi nagpa-lista si Rence dahil wala na syang choice.

“Then fetch me.”

(Aye aye, Captain.)

I ended the call.

Sya ang pina-pasundo ko sa’kin para makita ko yung kotse nyang nabanggit sa’kin ni Dric. Bakit kaya nya ‘yon tinago sa’kin? Hmm, baka naman bago lang. Pero si Rence na kuripot? Bibili ng kotse?

‘Di naman sya nagtagal. Pagka-dating nya, ready na ako kaya umalis agad kami.

Lumabas ako ng bahay.

And I was really surprised to see a pick-up in front of me.

Infairness, gusto ko yung taste nya ha. Parang nakaka-gwapo kasi lalo kapag naka-pick-up ang guy.

“Totoo pala yung sabi ni Dric,” sabi ko sa kanya.

“About what?” he asked.

“Your car,” I replied.

“About this car? I have this since I migrated here,” sagot nya.

“Then how come I don’t know anything about this? Bakit ngayon mo lang ‘to ginamit sa pagsundo sa’kin? Bakit hindi ko ‘to nakikta?” tanong ko ulit.

“Personal matters, Zoe,” seryoso nyang sabi.

“Personal? Oh, so I’m not your best friend now?” Hindi naman sa nanghihimasok na ako sa personal nyang buhay, parang ang simpleng bagay lang kasi nito para itago nya pa sa’kin. But if he really doesn’t want to let me know, I will understand. Baka may dahilan talaga.

“It’s not like that, Zoe. Just get in the car, I’ll tell the story.” – Rence

Pumasok na kami pareho sa loob ng oto nya.

“Start,” sabi ko.

“The engine or my story?” tanong nya.

“If you can handle both, then do it.” – ako

“Okay..” he started the engine. “This is one of those things that only Zac and I know about. You know, Zoe, I’m not as a commoner as I look, my family runs our own business back there,” he meant in the US, “inherited by my father from my grandparents. My mom, also, can run her own business if she likes to because my grandparents also gave her enough funds. We are rich as hell,” he expound without sounding boastful.

“That sounds like you can buy anything even the air that I breathe, but why do you choose to live in an ordinary way?” I asked him.

“Because it’s better this way. Normal. No stress. No problems. No fake friends.” – Rence

“Fake friends?” –ako

“Yes. Fake friends who wants me to be their friend just to benefit from my family’s money. And I was always taken for granted because of that. I freakin’ hate it!” seryoso sa pagke-kwento si Rence at naramdaman ko sa pag-taas ng tono nya na naiinis sya sa mga fake friends na tinutukoy nya. Ngayon, mejo naintindihan ko na kung bakit.