REVISED
Tumayo na ako at papasok na sana sa loob ng bahay, which isn't exactly, what I mean is bubuksan ko pa yung gate tapos bubuksan ulit yung front door ng bahay. And then tadah! Okay, back to the story. Biglang nag-vibrate yung phone ko.
From: 0971*******
[Ty 4 da lunch fa4r. I waz thinkng f u cn hng-out w8th me tom?]
Napatanga naman ako.
To: 0971*******
[ho u?]
Sent.
Hindi na ako nag-aksaya ng oras at daling-dali nang pumasok sa bahay kasi nilalamok na ako. Pagkabukas ko ng pinto ay tumambad sakin ang isang maliit na maletang itim, which I guess it's from my father. Aalis siguro dahil sa business niya.
"Miss Natalie." masayang tawag sakin ni Yaya Esang. Napataas naman ako ng kilay. Kung hindi sana ako nag-drama kanina sana hindi ako ganitong makikipaghalubilo ngayon. "may paparating na bisita mamayang 8 kaya maghanda na kayo." sambit niya. Napatango na lamang ako at pumunta sa itaas.
Kaagad akong ni-lock ang pintuan ng kwarto as I walked infront of the mirror.
'I'm so very fat as hell.'
I heaved a sigh and sat on the edge of my bed.
"Where have you been, Dave?" tanong ni Mommy kay Daddy.
I want to tell Mommy that I need milk, but somehow I can't disturb them.
"Bar and cheating on me again huh?" dagdag ni Mommy with a sarcastic tone.
"What were you saying Stella?" galit na tanong ni Daddy kay Mommy at nilapitan ito.
"Laura said, you were with some chic sitting on your lap while your hand were on her goddam thighs!" sigaw ni Mommy.
"You know I can't do that Stel." bumuntong-hininga naman si Daddy. "and how well do you know your bestfriend? Or how much do you know me?"
"She was my childhood bestfriend and I know her much more than you. She's always trusted. She can't lie to me." napahilamos naman sa mukha si Mommy at sinuri si Daddy. "you even have a mark of a lipstick on your neck. Not doing it to me huh?"
The memories of them fighting was just like yesterday. It's so fresh yet my father has already moved on.
"Daddy where's Mommy?" I asked. After passing out the floor last night because of their fight.
"Your mom was dead because she was driving drunk."
After a several days later, and I slowly realize that Mom wouldn't drink beer. She always hate the smell of it. Daddy was lying. He just added she was drunk, but the truth it she had a car accident. But I was unsure. I don't know what to do anymore.
"Natalie! Get out of my sight now! I don't need an ugly pig inside of my office!"
And even now, I haven't told my father the truth. The true question, is my mom was drunk and get car crashed? Or she was just had a car accident and didn't survive?
I heard a three knocks on my door.
“Miss Natalie, nandito na po yung bisita ni Mister Dave.” masayang anunsyo ni Yaya Esang sa labas ng kwarto ko.
I hurriedly walk towards my door and opened it.
“Who is it?” taka kong tanong.
“Si Doctor Tan po.”
‘Doctor?’
I'm not even sick... Or maybe it is for the business? But why am I even involved? I stopped for a second and thought, arrange marriage? Oh shit. But then, who will accept the proposal when I'm this fat? Umiling na lamang ako at pumunta na sa ibaba. And there is it my father and the doctor.
Bigla naman silang napatingin sakin, I just caught their attention. My father's face that was smiling were now bitter, but on the other hand, the doctor seemed so happy to see me.
“Meet my daughter, doc.” papakilala ni dad sakin sa doctor.
I just smiled and sat beside my dad with a distance.
“It's nice to meet you, Miss Torres.” masayang bati sakin ng doctor.
“We were discussing about your weight therapy. So you can finally meet your new mother next 2 months. I wanted you to look responsible to her eyes even to my daughter.” straight-forward na paliwanag sakin.
Para namang gumuho ang mundo ko sa aking narinig.
‘What? Weight therapy? New mother? To my daughter? What the hell is happening?’
I stood up and look at them with a disgust.
‘and I know I have no choice.’
“I will accept it but not the part of meeting your new family, DAD.” nakangiti kong sambit at lumabas na sa bahay.
Naluluha na naman akong tumingin sa kalangitan at kusa nang tumulo ang mga luha ko.
Kaya pala minsan lang umuwi ang ama ko dahil may iba siyang pamilya na ikinaabalahan. Kaya pala ayaw niya akong makita dahil may na siyang anak. Kaya pala... Wala na siyang pakialam kay Mommy.
Napatingin naman ako sa cellphone ko na vibrate-ng-vibrate. 6 messages.
From: 0971*******
[iz m Nep]
[u bc?]
[jst msg m f u wld lke 2 go out tom]
[hye u ok?]
[bc studyng?]
[srry I shldnt dsturb u]
To: 0971*******
[sry jst gt fam. prblm. Mnd f we cn mt nw? im sre free]
Maya-maya pa ay nakatanggap ako ng message galing kay Nep.
From: 0971*******
[sre mt me at da CC prk Cya]
Kaagad akong pumunta sa park na sinambit niya. Gusto ko lang maglabas ng loob, para mabawasan rin ang dala-dala kong sakit sa puso ko.
Nakita ko si Nep na nag-swi-swing mag-isa. At alam kong nagambala ko siya. Malapit nang mag-8:30.
“Nep. Sorry ngayon lang ako. Ang layo kasi dito.” sambit ko sa likuran niya.
“Who's Nep?”
Nagulat naman ako na hindi kay Nephan ang boses na iyon... Kundi kay Daniel.
“A-Anong ginagawa mo dito?” nauutal kong tanong sa kanya.
Nilingon naman niya ako at nginitian, “Helping you of course.”
BINABASA MO ANG
The Fat Girl
Подростковая литератураShe's Natalie Marie Torres, the so called "Nerdy Tabachoy". One miracle happened to her but ruined. "My weight was not the problem. It's you. Your trash attitude."
