"Pretty Little Promise's"

Chapter 65 Cause it Hurts

Risa:

Lasing na naman ako magdamag sa sobrang dami kong nainom and i cant still walked nahihilo parin ako but no other choice kase may appointment meeting ako kay senator Trillanes ...

Agad akong nagmaneho papunta sa trabaho

Sumaglit rin ako sa mga employees ko na ayusin ang service nila ngayon dahil malamang sa malamang may masasabi na naman ang donyang yon.

I was leaving the building and heading to the parking lot when I bumped into my wife.

She didn't say a word, didn't even apologize. She completely ignored me, like I wasn't even there.  Not even a glance.  She was so cold and unresponsive. 

apaka Immature ...........

I immediately drove on to senate building para doon ganapin ang meeting

Naiirita na ako sa dami kong gagawin

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Mag 8:00 pm na ng matapos ko lahat ng mga cases na iniimbistigahan at syempre ang meeting .

ang tagal pa rin ng araw ko.  Tapos na ang meeting ko kay trillanes, tapos nag-review pa ako ng mga cases.

My head throbbed, a dull ache that mirrored the gnawing anxiety in my gut.

Pati aircon sa kotse, parang hindi na sapat para mawala ang init ng katawan ko.

Pulling into the company parking lot, I felt the familiar knot of dread tighten.  I needed to know where Alice was.  Grace, my secretary, was hunched over her phone, her fingers dancing across the screen with an infuriating nonchalance.

"Grace," I began, my voice sharper than intended, "What time uuwi ang maam mo?"

Her head snapped up, eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and apprehension.

  "I... I guess tomorrow, Ma'am," she stammered, her gaze darting back to her phone as if it held a more compelling story than my query.

The throbbing in my head intensified.  The exhaustion, the pressure of the day, the gnawing uncertainty about Alice's whereabouts – it all coalesced into a volcanic eruption of frustration.

"Grace!" I roared, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet office.

"When I'm speaking to you, I expect your full attention. I am your boss.  You are my secretary.  This isn't a negotiation."  The words were harsher than I intended, but the raw, bitter exhaustion fueled my outburst.

Her shoulders slumped.  "S-sorry, Ma'am," she whispered, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

I took a deep breath, trying to regain control.  "What time will Alice be arriving back?" I asked, my voice calmer, but the underlying tension remained palpable.

"I... I don't know, Ma'am," she replied hesitantly. "She didn't specify a time.  They're providing service at a resort..." her voice trailed off.

The resort.  The image of Alice, far away, working late into the night, fueled a fresh wave of weariness.  The exhaustion wasn't just physical; it was a deep, soul-deep fatigue born from worry and uncertainty.  The thought of driving to Davao, to that distant resort, felt like a monumental task, another burden added to the already overflowing weight of my day.  But I had no choice.  I had to see her. I had to know she was safe.

Pagod na nga ako ,Kasama pa ng iba ang asawa ko

Wala akong choice kung hindi pumunta sa davao kung saan nandodoon ang resort na pinag service'san nila