How To Be A Single Girl 101 (Baka Girls #1) [Completed]

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Nasa loob ako ng isang bar sa Ortigas at kasalukuyang tinutungga ang pangatlong baso ko na ng vodka martini. Nag-iisa lang ako ngayon dahil sa kadahilanang di ako masamahan ng iba pang mga BAKA. Ayaw man nila akong iwan mag-isa, wala naman silang magagawa. Bukod sa kagustuhan ko rin ito, may mga kani-kanila silang mga responsibilidad na dapat gawin. Si Jasmin kasi kailangang umuwi ng maaga para makapag-empake. Pupunta siya sa isang outreach program ng mga dentista kung saan mang sulok ng Pilipinas ‘yun. Si Ann naman ay may biglaang trial sa isang kasong hinahawakan niya. As for Aly may deadline itong kailagang habulin para maipasa yung bago niyang libro sa kanyang editor. Si Charlyn naman ay pinatawag ng kanyang mga superior upang mapag-usapan ang mga changes na dapat gawin sa library na pinagtatrabahuan niya. Samantalang si Bee naman ay kasalukuyang may shift sa hospital ngayon kaya heto ako, nag-iisa. Nagpapaka-emo sa gilid.

“Damn it. Damn it. Damn it all to hell.” Simula nung ipinamukha sa akin ni Greg na talagang wala na kami ay hindi ko na mapigilan ang sarili kong magmura. For almost a month, ako lang pala itong si tanga na naniniwalang space lang ang kailangan niya. Ako yung tangang umaasa na maaayos pa namin ang lahat pagbalik niya. Pero, mali. Tama nga silang lahat, sarili ko lang ang pinapaniwala kong may happy ever after pa kaming dalawa ni Greg.

“Miss, kung sino man siya.. he’s not worth it.” Wika sa akin nung babaeng katabi ko.

 “Yeah. Right,” I snorts “Nasasabi mo lang yan dahil wala ka sa katayuan ko.”

She just gave me a smile – a smile that doesn’t mean na kinakaawaan niya ako kung hindi yung ngiting nagsasabing naiintindihan niya ako.

“Here, take this,” May inabot siya sa aking isang stationery paper. From the looks of it, matagal na ito at talagang nagamit na ng husto. May mga punit na din at crumpled na masyado. “Maybe it will help you just like it did for me.” And with that, she walked away.

Hindi ko alam kung anong nangyari pero tiningnan ko lang yung papel at inilagay sa bag ko. Besides, wala namang mawawala sa akin kung ilalagay ko lang ito sa loob ng bag ko at alam ko din namang bukas ay makakalimutan ko na ang mga nangyari dito. Ang hindi ko alam ay sa kapirasong papel pala na ‘yon ay magbabago ang aking buhay.

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I don’t remember much of the rest of the evening  - either the  last vodka martini I drank obliterated it or the depression that set in once I realized Greg and I are really over wiped it from my mind. I don’t really know which. I do remember falling into bed mostly clothed and thinking to myself it would have been a good idea to take a couple of aspirins and a glass of water as a pre-hangover precaution. I congratulated myself on being not too drunk that I thought about such practical thing. Unfortunately, I was too drunk to actually do it, so I awoke with a pounding headache and a mouthful of sticky sour taste.

That is the last time I go out drinking on a weeknight, I decided, as I rolled out of bed, missed the landing altogether, and hit the floor with a thud.

“Ow,” I said to no one in particular, rubbing the hip that had made contact with my wooden floor. I lay there a minute, sprawled out on a ground, suddenly too tired to do anything but to breathe and even that took effort.

“I am not going to take another drink as long as I live,” I swore to my ceiling fan, which looped lazily about in slow circles, obviously doubting my conviction.

I managed to pull myself from the floor, only to have the blood rush suddenly from my head, causing my vision to cloud over with white stars. I stumbled about my bedroom and landed in the bathroom, where I took my first look in the mirror.

If that wouldn’t sober up a person, I don’t know what would.

For one thing, I think I was pretty much a shoo-in for the “Woman Who Looks Most Like Cousin It” award. My hair is particularly vocal in the morning and the fact that I was long overdue for haircut helped it reach new levels of frightening.

I put my hands to it, trying to smooth it down a bit, and I cooed at it, as one would to a hysterical woman in the next seat on an airplane. It didn’t do a bit of good. Only something as drastic as a strong shower woul make a dent.

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Once I showered, I started feeling more in control. Bits and pieces of the night before came back to me.  Firstly, I really did drank myself to death last night. I lost count on the vodka martinis I drank. Second of all, a beautiful and striking stranger talked to me like she knows how mesirable I am. The nerve! And lastly, She handed me a piece of paper and she says something that it’ll help me. Kung papaano, yun ang hindi ko alam.

Numbly, I got dressed which I must tell you is a very dangerous thing to do while having a hangover. I supposed I should be grateful that I actually put on a skirt and a shirt in the same color family – which is blue – so I can’t be too upset that instead of the usual sleek, strappy sandals I wear with skirts I chose clunky, awkward loafers. I considered it a victory in my fuzzy state of mind I remembered shoes at all.

As I wait for a cab to get me to work, I can’t get my mind off that piece of paper the woman gave me last night. There is that certain feeling that’s telling me I should  look for it. But then, a cab was approaching so I immediately the shrugged feeling off and hailed the cab.