Segundo, Sigurado | Pilo

Chapter Eleven

Three weeks had already passed yet the clock seemed to be paralyzed and a destined melody that echoes through her heart kept singing. It's the bitter taste of tears merged with the sweet ache of a broken vow and a signed divorce paper. Loren wanted to pray, but the sky felt so empty. She couldn't remember how many beers she had devoured these last three days, perhaps fifties? hundreds? thousands? but fuck it she couldn't care less— she had lost her motivations in life. In between those weeks, she wasn't the best state of herself but no one seemed to noticed except Migz. Migz was the only one who noticed her and without any thoughts he gave her warmth when she had no one to dive in to. But then she carried herself and faced everything— she still have a game to play.

Loren took her last exhale of smoke before she twisting it on the sink, leaving a pile of ash on the surface. She took a sigh as she painted her lips with the reddest shade of mac lipstick. Her cheeks were emitting rosy color, the tint of her eyes seemed browner than it actually was. She kept her hair down— letting her waves fall right into places. And once she was finished doing her business, she went out and drove up.

She wore a black dress; it wasn't that revealing, but it is fitted so much on her silhouette. Migz invited her to his big party, at first she was hesitant but Migz insisted and so, she agreed. She finally reached her destination and parked her car, only blocks away from Migz's house. The crisp air kissed her face as stepped out of the vehicle—  making her hair fly. The sky was starless but the moon stayed. She reached a gate and behind that was Migz's big house. A guard opened a gate for her and walked through the pavement, a deafening music could be heard from afar and that made Loren's eyes glimmer in excitement. The party was in no doubt, a majestic and a lively one.

"Oh, shit." Her smile dropped in disgust as she saw who Migz was talking to. He was talking to a bunch of people she's familiar with, and one of them was Pia cladded in plain cherry red dress with a cocktail clinging on her hand, they were standing before the event bar. It was her first time again seeing her flesh to flesh. Loren, beneath that cool wall he was depicting were the million screams and the want to go home and sleep. 

What was I expecting? Migz is her friend too.

"Reg!" Migz shouted in glee. He left his pals and walked towards her to welcome her with a warm hug which Loren reciprocated. 

"Hello! Happiest birthday, Miguel!" 

"Thank you ganda, akala ko hindi ka pupunta e." The man gave her a smile— a smile that made his dimple go deep and eyes disappear.

"Well, I can't miss your birthday celebration."

They chat a little bit and proceeded to where their pals was. Grace, Imee, Risa, and Pia. They waved at her and she gave them a smile.

"Hello, I missed you ladies." She spoke as she went to kiss all of them, except for the other woman, she gave her a handshake instead.

"Wasn't expecting to see you here." Loren gave Pia a dirty smile and eyed her up and down.

"The feeling is mutual, actually." Pia spat her words, and Risa was looking at Loren— commanding her silently to kiss Pia but she shook her head and shrugged it off.

Loren excused herself and  towards the event bar along with Risa, on the other hand Migz and the three ladies went inside his house. "Hello, one shot of dirty tequila, please." The bar tender nodded and started to make her drink. She glanced at the event, there were lots of individual drinking and munching their foods. The neon lights and mirror-balls hanging above made the party even more majestic, the loud music it may not be her type but it was still making her want to dance.