Ariela's POV
Hindi ko na nanamnam ang selebrasyon ng birthday niya dahil hindi ko kinaya. Oo, hindi ko kinaya ang kahihiyan at kalapastanganan ng walanghiya kong bibig. Sa sobrang sama ng tingin ng mga dalaga, nakakasira ng kaluluwa. And to add up this bitchy damsel called Aira fcking Aragon; para na yatang gusto kong ibaon ang pagkatao ko sa ilalim ng lupa, 50 meters deep.
"Well, well, well. Your name's what, dear?" Taas-kilay niyang tanong habang hawak ang isang champagne.
"A-Ariela po."
"Ikaw 'yung katulong dito diba?"
"O-opo."
She then looked at everyone with a sweet, no, a fake smile. "Pag pasensiyahan na natin siya, Tito Bart, everyone, nalimutan lang siguro niya ang kanyang posisyon dito. And......hindi naman natin masisisi siya dahil kay Sam. Okay?" She tapped my shoulder.
"Can't blame you, dear. But don't forget your job here. You can hide now. Damn far...with your broom." Bulong pa niya bago tuluyang umalis.
Luckily, napa-kalma ko ang sarili ko. Mabuti nalang ang dumating 'yung mga katulong na sinasabi ni Shane para mag-sub sa'kin. Pero sobra talaga ang asong-anghel na 'yun. Plastik! And to think na pinagtawanan ako kanina, except sina Shane at Manang Lorna. Sam? Speaking of that bastard, damn! Thinking of him make me go mad. Ano bang meron sa kanya?! Hell, tuwang-tuwa pa yatang napahiya ako. Galit ba siya sa'kin? Dahil hindi ko tinanggap 'yung offer niya na every-girls-would-crawl-for kuno? Asa talagang lalaki 'yun. Bakit ba hindi niya maisip ang pinagkaiba naming dalaw? Is he stupid?
Baka ikaw ang tanga, Ariela. Bulong ng kabila kong sistema. Oh really? Aghh! Ano ba itong naiisip ko?!
Andito ako ngayon sa garden ng mansiyon. Looking at the yellow roses are surely relaxation. Although gabi na, ang ganda pa rin nilang tingnan. I wonder what's this Sam's mother looks like. Napatingin ako sa dress ko. Sayang 'to, ang ganda pa naman. At saka itong hairstyle ko, kabog ang Aira na 'yun. Tss. Partida, light lang make-up ko, eh 'yung kanya? Espasol please. Insecure ba? Hindi ah. Tunay kaya!
Biglang nag-play ang music sa loob ng mansiyon.
Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn my back and slam the door
Nakakalungkot na malungkot at mag-isa ako ngayon. Hell, I've never been in this situation. I'm not used to this. Ni-minsan wala akong balak na maging mag-isa. Ni-minsan hindi rin ako napapahiya. At kahit na nasa misyon ako, I still can manage to have my ego in my pocket. Pero ngayon....bakit ganito? Parang ang hina ko. Para bang hindi ko kaya.
The snow glows white on the mountain tonight,
Not a footprint to be seen.
A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I'm the queen.
The wind is howling like the swirling storm inside.
Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried.
No. It's not him. Kung may nararamdaman man ako sa hampaslupang iyon, well that is only attraction - not real, not true. And it'll never be. This is a game where I should be the only one to touch the only flag at the top. Not him, not Mr. Dela Fuente.
Don't let them in, don't let them see,
Be the good girl you always had to be.
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know.
Well now they know.
Well damn. They - he already knows. And it sucks. Naramdaman ko ang isang patak ng tubig sa hita ko. Oh sake, why am I crying? Sobrang nakakatawa ka talaga Ariela. Ang babaw mo.
"Fck this tears. Fck yourself Gloss. Fck me." I whispered to myself.
I wiped my little tears and stood up. Be strong for crap's sake. For the mission. Not for this fckin' heart syndromes. Inayos ko ang sarili ko.
But there's something made me stop. Someone.
And I couldn't breath. Why?
Akala ko ba hindi ka magpapa-apektado? You just promised to yourself Ariela, few minutes ago.
"Hey." He said. Hands on pocket. Serious face.
But with one yellow-rose.
BINABASA MO ANG
How Ms. Undercover Agent Fall
RomanceIn order to catch the criminal drug-lord named Bartolome Dela Fuente; Irace Montreal, code-named Gloss must disguise herself as Ariela Lopez and should apply to the Dela Fuente Household as it's maid. However, an unexpected encounter to it's son mad...
