Broken

Broken: Chapter 20

Salamat ulit sa mga nagbasa. Di na ako gagawa nang special chapters, pero kung gusto ni ate Jay magsulat, ilalagay ko dito. (HEHEHE). Sige na teh, kahit isang special chapter lang. 

Nagdrama na ako last chapter, so wala na dito. BAHAHAHHA

Kakaalala ko lang, englishero nga pala sa koya. Magsawa kayo sa mistakes. Di ako mag eediit, kasi YOLO. Maglalagay ako nang tagalog. BAHHAHAHA.

Teh Jay wag kang mag alala di ko ilalagay yung tunay na panganlan nung restaurant, yung A-- joke lang. BAHAHHAAAHAHAHahhahahhah. At hindi din sya naka caps lock. BAHAHHAHAH

Sorry medyo natagalan, pero hinabaan ko talaga. Pakiramdam ko tuloy masyadong konti ang chapters para ma address lahat nang conflict na nasimulan, pero lahat naman ata ay naadress ko dito. 

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Drix's Point of View

I thought that's it. 

When I opened the door and I saw is goddamned face. I knew they're going to take her from me. All my life they have been grooming me, trying to make me used to the idea they're going to use me for the betterment of the company sooner or later. 

When I was younger, I already accepted my fate. Na nabuhay ako para sa kapakanan nang company na sinimulan pa nang lolo ko. It's kinda fucked up for a little boy to know this. That is, until I met her. Our parents are friends at hindi maiiwasan na umattend kami nang iisang party. Mas naging madalas ang pagkikita namin nang lumipat kami sa subdivision nila. 

She's probably too young to remember, but I've always felt protective of her. The first time I saw her was in a party when I was just 7 years old and she's 4. She was running around by herself not caring about being stepped on. She collided with many legs and fell, but she just dusts herself and continue. 

Yes, maybe that's why I've been drawn to her. Her spirit, her fire. The reason why she acquired her nickname. Amazona talaga. She pushes through and does whatever that is need to be done. 

I drummed my fingers against my chair. I really can't focus on the movie in front of me and just look out the window, hoping that I can speed up the plane. Fuck, I miss her.I don't even  know how she will react, will she be happy? Knowing her, I bet she'll be hella pissed off but whatever she feels, I know I'll be happy to see her again.

This is like diving head first into the unknown. Well, this is the same feeling I felt when I broke off the engagement. My family, especially my Dad of course didn't appreciate my decision. To put it simply, I was disowned. All the shit that I have, cars, gadget and whatever was taken. My mum cried and begged me not to leave but I only have one life. And I want to spend it with her. 

From that point on it was really hard for me. I had to take jobs that I never even dreamed before I would do. There came a time when I was walking along the streets of New York with nothing but a dollar. It was tough. Lucky for me, before I was thrown out by my dad, I built quiet a network of people. Favour after favour, nakatayo din ako sa sarili kong paa. I started a small restaurant business, with a friend. During it's early days, I worked in the restaurant as a crew; cleaning tables and manning the till. Shit like that and it doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is I made it, and I'm on my way back to her.

Maybe I could say that I'm a self made man now but I will never be able to do it without her. The constant thought of her pushed me through. Whenever I want to stop and just give it up and comeback to my parents and succumb to their plan for me, I think of her. I remember all the promises I yet to make come true, her tear stained face when we are forced apart, her dedication when we tried to make our own path and gambled to runaway...all that, plagues my mind, then I continue to push through.