Balam

PART EIGHT: YNA (Section 1)

Happy birthday to Teacher Norgen! She had been my adviser in third year. It's feels so nostalgic remembering our days. I apologize if I post this chapter late. I have been busy these past few days. School stuffs. Requirements. Quizzes. Pre-finals. Oh Lord, college life is so stressful.

This chapter is dedicated to the co-creator of this story Charie Grace! She's Yna Grace here. I introduce new characters again. They're short-lived, they'll pass by.

Here's Pocholo as Joaquinn and Natashia as Misha. I use up your surnames without permission. Peace. Here's your long chapter everyone. Keep on reading. Thank you very much!

-- CONAN E || TheNextOne

PART EIGHT - Section 1

Yna

A noise disturbed her sleep. She heard her phone was ringing. She picked it up sleepily. "Hello?"

"Yna..." the caller breathed her name. Hinintay niya kung ano pang sasabihin nito pero marahas na paghinga lang ang narinig niya mula sa kabilang linya.

Tiningnan niya ang caller ID. It’s Derrick. Bakit ito tumawag?

"Hmm?" She yawned. Tanging paghinga pa rin ang narinig niya mula rito. "Derrick, I’ll drop this call if you’re not going to give me a good reason why you’re calling me at this hour.” She glanced at the clock on her bedside table. It was two in the morning.

"Patay na si Abby," rebelasyon nito’t muntik na niyang mabitiwan ang telepono sa gulat.

Sandaling nanaig ang katahimikan sa kanila bago siya nakapagsalita. "You’ve got to be kidding me." Sinapo niya ang noo. Her mind must be playing tricks with her. Madaling araw pa’t dalawang oras pa lang siya nakakatulog.

She worked overtime in a late television show as a newscaster. 

 

"Yna..." He spoke her name as if he was explaining to a child. "Magbibiro pa ba ako ngayon? Sa ganitong oras? Sa ganitong dahilan? At kay... at kay Abby pa?"

That alerted her. Hindi nga iyon tamang pagkakataon upang magbiro. Alam nilang dalawa iyon. She sighed and got up. "Tell me your exact location."

"What the hell happened?" sapo sa noo niyang tanong nang makita si Derrick na tulalang nakatitig sa kisame. Nasa waiting area sila ng isang pribadong ospital.

"Patay na nga si Abby," kaswal na sagot ni Dale. Namuo ang kamao niya.

Gusto niyang sapakin ito, ngayon din. 

"I'm not asking you." Umirap siya bago itinuon ang atensyon kay Derrick. "Anong nangyari?"