HOMIGEN SERIES I: "Stake To One"

KABANATA 5

Hindi ko alam ang bagay na pumasok sa isip upang pag-aksayahan ng panahon ang ganung klaseng dalaga na ni wala pa sa kalingkingan ng mga babaeng na-lilink sa'kin.

She's too ordinary to be some prospect for tryst and didn't even pass the qualifications as being marginalized fling. It took me by surprise when she stepped out on my egoistic pride. This lousy young maiden mistakenly assumed that I'm a gardener in our own fucking mansion. She's too simple and too senseless yet ironically funny and goddamn tactless!

Where the hell did she get those ridiculous idea? Aw c'mon! The mighty and powerful Michael Villaluna Ayala III wrongly identified as a fucking ground keeper? Really?

Naputol ang pagmumuni-muni ng kumatok ang sekretarya upang ipaalam ang nakahandang meeting sa ilang mga stockholders para sa isusulong na bagong proyekto ng sariling kompanya.

My business is well-concentrated on mining with some connected ventures locally and internationally. We are also the top leading corporation of different large scales of real estates in the Philippines. Too many to mention, I will just shut my fucking mouth and search my name. Some people in the social circle are being judgmental on my fucking principle about love.

Love?

I'm just being realistic about the non-existence of ridiculous pheromones and hypothalamus secretion called love.

I'm so allergic in marriage and cockaigne world of commitment. My perspective version for having the best life is sex, flirt and play.

NO STRING ATTACHED, NO REGRETS AFTERWARDS! BE FUCK AND BE GONES: basic!

Not until I accidentally ram in the soft frame of this rat girl who came from nowhere and fucking called me jutay? Where in the world did she get that vocabulary which I never heard of?

"Are we ready for a round table meeting today?" muling naputol ang mga iniisip ng magsimulang magsalita ang isang presentor ng nasabing pagpupulong.

"Go then proceed" I utterly said.

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It was Monday morning right after my business trip in US, I suddenly received a call from my mom. The old woman was trying to convince me from staying on our residence at Corinthian although I have my own place in Ortigas.

"Please son I'm only asking for a week."

"Mom there's no problem if I will spend my week at Corinth however you knew how much I'm slayin' on my hectic schedule. It'll be very hassle for me if I will drive from ortigas to makati after tons of work in the office plus the salty traffic."

These are one of our usual conversations when everytime she misses me. I'm sure, my mother heard that I came back from some business ventures outside the country.

Mr. Eduardo Xi is one of my mentor nor alliance and the old man trusted me so well about the negotiations that I must abreast which resulted from taking over the responsibilities for the new big projects in States.

"Iho I'm only asking a bit of your time. You don't even bother to at least visit me once in awhile. You're just ignoring this old woman here? Pinalaki ba kitang ganyan iho? Paanong natitiis mo 'kong hindi man lamang lingunin?" madramang pagpapahayag ng ina.

This is another goofy blackmail excuses of my celebrity wannabe mom when she wanted to request some cuddle talks with me. Whenever I have random conversation with her I also feel like I'm going back from being the six-year-old son of Elena Ayala.

"Fine you win Mom, you'll have me for a week but let me clear some things first. No parties, I mean sucked welcome party and don't even try to make it huge occasion because I'd just stayed only two weeks in US so it wasn't big deal."