Your Honor

Ali

A/N: Please as I always say, this story is fiction. Don’t use this as a basis of who’s more correct or who is wrong. Always be mindful of who you side with.

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The luminescence of the moon gleams through the glass windows. They both don’t know how they end up in one bed again, but none of it mattered. Mahimbing silang nakayapos sa isa’t isa, dinadama ang tibok ng puso ng bawat isa.

Hanggang kailan kaya ito matatapos? Alam nilang malayo na ang kanilang narating, pero malayo pa ba sa paroroonan? Sobra.

Ni isa sa kanila hindi alam kung saan sila pupunta. Ano pa ba ang saysay nitong relasyon na ito? Bakit pa ba tayo nagmamahal ng mga taong imposibleng mahalin? ‘Di bale, gagawa siya ng paraan, pero magiging sapat kaya? She doesn’t even know what her true intentions were, so paano?

Alice stares at the older woman who was glowing, she was sleeping peacefully beneath her touch. 

“I’m sorry po.” bulong nito sa sarili. 

Nagdadalawang isip siya kung tama ba pairalin ang nadarama. She was acting on impulse last night, and she admits that she somehow regretted it. Her brother was right—wasn’t he always?—things will not end up great between them. Kahit siya ayaw na ng gulo.

“Pero gusto ko siya…”

It will probably turn to worse before it even gets better.

She wants to be honest, but how? Not when she’s already deep into this mess her family brought her in—but she can’t blame them, she wanted to be a part of it too. Hindi din naman niya ginusto ang maging alkalde, pinilit lang siya dahil sa kaniyang maamo at simpatikang itsura. 

Most of her stories were apocryphal, the truth is she was one of the people to manage Hong Sheng, the POGO hub raided in Bamban. She was also great friends with Zhang Ruijin and Baoying Lin, her business partners on Bao Fu inc. She was also a part of the Fujian Gang, an organized crime syndicate group. She was also involved in Lucky South 99, a POGO hub in Pampanga. 

However, she wasn’t lying when she said she couldn’t remember about her childhood at all.

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She was three years old, when she saw how her father hit her mother in the head. He was doing it effortlessly, as if her mother was nothing but a ragdoll, a dirty piece of cloth.

“Tama na po, parang-awa niyo na…” Her cries were heard in their large house in Barangay Virgen delos Remedios. Comically, it was raining as if there was an introduction to a villain character. 

Thunder and lightning roars around their house, and it was too loud, too scary for the young Guo Huaping. What’s more scary was his father, Jian Zhong Guo aiming a gun on her mother’s forehead.

“Tapusin na natin ‘to. Wala kang kwenta.” He says.

And in a blink of an eye, there was blood everywhere. Guo Huaping held herself tightly at what she saw, her eyes widening. And to make things worse, Angelito faced her, his gun was aimed towards her. 

“足够了!” (That’s enough.) Li Wen Yi interjects. “我们不想一天内处理两具尸体” (We don’t want to dispose two bodies in a day.)

“她没用” (She’s useless.) Angelito spat. 

“She will have her purpose someday.” Li Wen Yi says. 

At the age of 3, she moved to China, and spent most of her life there. There was nothing much to do since she was homeschooled. Most of the people she talked with were her father’s employees—many were trafficked.