Little Miss Player

Little Miss Player-Chapter 12 (Flash Back)

This story is going strange. Way stranger than I intended to. @_@

The flashbacks are shorter now as well.

Chapter 12

Senior Year

The dinner at Wesley’s place had gone as smooth as any normal dinner. Mukhang wala namang conflict kay Mr. and Mrs. Growler. Maari kayang figment lang ng imagination ko yung nakita ko? But I have the proof!

Oh, by the way, pagkauwing-pagkauwi ko nang gabing ‘yon, tinago ko yung CD sa safe.  Hindi ko siya dinestroy.

A week after, medyo may nagbuild up na pagkailang sa’kin sa tuwing kasama ko si Wes. Don’t get me wrong, we’re still together and I’m still serious about that. Naiilang ako sa kaniya dahil sa nalalaman ko. Alam niya kaya yung tungkol doon? Mukha naman wala siyang kaalam-alam sa ginagawa ng dad niya. I had tried to tell him once, but I failed. So I promised I wouldn’t tell him for the moment. Maybe some other time na lang kapag naging evident na yung issue.

However, while I was having lunch with him sa school na kaming dal’wa lang, nagulat na lang ako ng bigla niyang buksan yung topic tungkol sa dinner.

“Know what Angela, my father can’t stop complementing me about choosing such a beautiful girl to be my girlfriend. I think he’s gotten in love with you already,” tumawa si Wesley. Ako naman, medyo nagtayuan yung balahibo sa may neck ko. Feeling ko kasi may meaning ‘yon. Err… I shouln’t really think about bad thoughts.

“I’m glad bot sila sa’kin,” I answer.

Nag-nod si Wes, “Yeah, in fact may wish nga ang parents ko. That’s if papayag ka.”

I raise an eyebrow, “Anu naman ‘yon?”

“They want to meet your parents.” He says.

“Ano??!” Medyo gulat yung boses ko.

“Why does it sound like a bad idea? It’s okay if you don’t want to.” Nagfrown si Wes while saying that. I knew na binigyan niya ng meaning yung reaction ko. Pero hindi ko naman masabi sa kaniya na I don’t like to meet his dad. . . not that I already regarded him as a bad person, pero tuwing masasagi talaga sa utak ko yung napanood ko, lagging pumapasok sa isip ko nay un na yung worse infidelity na nawitness ko. I mean, it’s not new at all, but I’m sure I’ll feel uneasy whenever I’ll have to deal with Wes’ dad again.

“Hey, I don’t mean to—”

“No, really, maybe you’re not yet ready na ipakilala sa’kin parents mo, well are you?” tiningnan niya ako sa mata. This is another first. I can see na he does want to meet my parents.

“Sunday afternoon. That’s the only time na hindi busy si mommy at si papa,”

“Does this mean you want me to meet them? Don’t get me wrong, I’m just thinking. . . baka napipilitan ka lang.”

I shook my head, “No. I mean it. I’m not hesitant in fact.”

“Great. Free din ang parents ko ngaSunday. It’s a deal then?”

“Yeah,” I muttered though deep within I didn’t wish to make this happen.

***

Kinausap ko sina Mommy at papa on Friday before the Brunch on Sunday. I already told them my boyfriend’s parents want to meet them. Pumayag naman sila thought they didn’t bother to ask who they are. Friday night ko pa lang nasabi sa kanila na we’ll be meeting the Growler’s.

“What? The Growlers of G&H Company?” My mother asked with quite an astounded look.

“Yes ma. Bakit my problema ba?”

“You shoul’ve informed me earlier para naman nakapagpaready agad ako ng something special for Sunday.”

Just what I thought. Parang ako lang talaga ‘tong si mommy. Grabe yung want sa sense of preparation.

“Good evening papa,” ang batik nang dumating siya sa receiving room.

“Ma and I were just talking about the Growler’s visit.” I said.

Binigyan ako ng look ni papa na medyo may pagka-astounded din. What? Is there something wrong here, or preparations lang din ini-isip niya?

The next thing I knew, both of my parents exchanged intuitive look and so I was sent helplessly to my room.

***

Sunday afternoon came and soon dumating na din sina Wes sa place namin.

He greets my parents courteously. Ginireet ko din parents niya though hindi ko naiwasang panindigan ng balahibo when Mr. Growler gave me and my mom a friendly hug.

I’m not sure if imagination ko lang pero did I just see my mother flinch at his touch?

I try to shrug the thought off while trying to sink myself into the conversation.

Mostly, puro business pinag-uusapan nila. Great. I know naman umpisa pa lang na ganito na kakahantungan nito.

So nung natapos yung lunch, Wes and I made an escape. I brought him to the backyard and we sit there staring at the pool.

“Why so quiet?” Tanung ni Wes, “May bumabagabag ba sa’yo? I’ve noticed na parang lagi kang nasa deep thinking the whole week.”

This is the perfect moment, isn’t it? Na sabihin ko yung lahat sa kaniya. Pero hindi ko magawa.

“Wes, what if you’re parents didn’t like me for you? And vice versa?” I blurted out.

We gave me a sad look, “Why would you think that?”

“Just answer the question,”

He shrugged, “Well, our parents are out of this matter. I mean the relationship between the two of us, they don’t have a say on that, really. Why don’t your parents like me?”

I shook my head no, “Of course not. Guess I was living in what ifs these past few days. Hindi ko alam kung bakit. Siguro naninibago lang ako, you know, I’ve never been in this kind of thing before.”

“Don’t worry. I understand.”

Iniwan ko si Wes sa may backyard to get some drinks sa kitchen. While walking my way there, I contemplated the things he’d said. Yes, tama siya, walang say ang parents namin kung ano man ang meron sa’min kaya hindi dapat makaapekto yung matters concerning, well our parents.

I think I should really bury the scene I’ve witnessed inside a hidden part in my brain.

I walked back papuntang backyard dala-dala yung drinks nang bigla na lang may narinig akong faint scream. Yung shriek na parang biglang pinigilan. Because of the gnawing curiosity in me, I survey the perimeter hanggang sa marating ko yung music room.

Medyo naka-ajar yung pinto dun.

Hindi naman ‘to iniiwang bukas ah?

Sumilip ako dun dahan-dahan, and I was yet again shocked with what I saw.

My mom and Mr. Growler.

Kissing behind the piano.

I tried to shake my head to test whether I was just imagining things but no, I was not. ‘twas really happening.

Without second thought, I run for the control room and found myself doing the same thing I did in the Growler’s mansion.

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Remember sa isa sa mga earlier present chapters? Nung father lang ni Angela yung nabanggit niya and not her mom? Well, this has something to do with that.

Okay, kung medyo na-intense-an kayo dito sa chapter na ‘to, check niyo yung bago kong story: “It started with a bet, Now I’m in-crush with a Gay?” Light yung feel nung story na ‘yan. Hindi seryoso, dahil hindi ko din trip magseryoso habang sinusulat siya. :3

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