Beauty From The Pain. (On-Going)

CHAPTER 2

A/N: IOI's JEON SOMI. Siya si Amara, okeh? Ganda ganda niya, ih. :P

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AMARA'S POV

"Goodnight, Love."- I kissed him on his lips as I removed my seatbelt and opened the side door of his car.

"Take care."- I added.

"Hmm.. Matulog ng maaga, ah? Bukas mo na lang asikasuhin 'yong aasikasuhin mo."- he said softly, looking so concerned about me.

'Why? Why are you like that?'

He is now fooling me for having someone already, but, he still cares about me. Sa mga salita niya, sa mga binibigkas niyang matatamis na salita, sa mga pag-aalala niya sa akin at sa pag-trato niya na parang tunay niya akong mahal. It seemed so real.

Bakit pinapakita niya pa ring ako lang talaga ang mahal niya? Sa kaka-gan'yan niya, naguguluhan ako lalo kung niloloko niya ba talaga ako. Pero, sa tuwing maiisip ko kung paano silang mag-tinginan ni Claire, naglalaho lahat ng mga magagandang bagay na naiisip ko sa aming dalawa.

'Darn it. So much pain to handle.'

"Okay po. I love you."- I smiled at him sweetly as I hopped out from his car.

Tinanguan niya lang ako tapos pinaandar na niya ang kotse niya. My smile faded when I could only watched his car driving away.

'Hey, young man. You forgot to say 'I love you, more'.'

I let out a big one sigh. Iintindihin ko na lang siya, 'yon naman lagi ang ginagawa ko, eh. He fucking knows about my happiness, and saying he loves me, too, was one of those. Palagi niyang sinasabi sa akin 'yon dati, na mahal niya ako higit pa sa pagmamahal ko sa kaniya. Haha.

Pumasok na lang ako sa bahay at sinalubong ako ni Yaya Gina.

"Ako na diyan, hija.. Kumain ka na ba?"- she asked me as she held my things from my hand. I nodded at her question, because I already ate my dinner, with Miguel. 

Seriously? For all of cheaters, I would say that he is the sweetest one. I mean, nananadya ba siya? Hindi ba't niloloko na lang niya ako, pero bakit pinapa-ramdam niya pa rin sa kin na espesyal ako sa kaniya?

Shit. What the hell, Love? Naguguluhan na ako ng sobra.

"Sila Mommy ho? Are they here already?"- I asked her and started walking at the receiving area.

"Ah, oo, hija. Kanina pa sila nakauwi, mukhang hinihintay ka nga nila, eh."- sagot niya, dahilan para mapakunot ang noo ko

Hinihintay nila ako?

"Where are they?"- I looked at her.

"Nasa office po sila."

"Sige po, matulog na po kayo. Ako na po ang bahala kapag may kailangan man po kami."

"Sigurado ka ba?"

"Opo, yaya.. Sige na, matulog na po kayo. Goodnight po."- I smiled

I made my way there to my Daddy's office, and as I expected, they are here. Kitang-kita ko si Mommy na naka-upo lang sa couch, habang si Daddy naman naka-upo sa recliner niya't may binabasang clear book, or should I say documents for their work.

Kumatok ako sa may pinto kahit na nakapasok na ako. I caught their attention as my Mom motioned me to come over, while giggling.

"Nandito ka na pala, baby. Hindi ka man lang nagsasalita?"- I chuckled when my she pouted her lips a little.

Naglakad ako patungo sa kanila at binigyan sila ng tig-isang halik sa pisngi.

"Hinihintay niyo daw po ako?"- I asked politely.

Sinenyasan ako ni Daddy na umupo sa harap ng desk niya kaya sumunod ako. Umupo din si Mommy sa tapat ko at tinignan ako na parang may good news silang sasabihin sa akin.

"May pag-uusapan tayo, sweetheart. Hehe."- that was my Mom.

Hanggang ngayon hindi pa rin nawawala ang pagka-mahinhin at pagka-jolly niya. Yeah. Minsan mahinhin, minsan rin jolly. Hindi na ako magtataka kung kanino ako nag-mana. Lol.

"And, this is important."- I can hear how stern my Dad's voice.

"About what?"- I sat properly on my chair.

May inabot sa akin si Daddy na black clear book, 'yon 'yong binabasa niya kanina. No'ng una nag-taka ako kaya tinignan ko lang siya, hanggang sa sinenyasan niya ako ulit na buksan 'yon at basahin.

I did what I was told, so, after looking and reading the papers, my eyes automatically became wide opened. It widened really big!

"A contract?! Dad!"- I exclaimed.

It is a fucking contract or agreement. I am just a first year college, but, I know for sure that this is an agreement for becoming a model.

Bullshit?

"You suits there, baby. Hihihi! You're sexy, attractive, gorgeous and have a fairy skin, plus a perfect height!"- medyo napangiti ako sa compliment ni Mommy pero hindi ko pa rin ma-process sa isip ko ang gusto nilang gawin o ipagawa sa akin.

"So, do you mean ipapasok niyo ako dito?"- I asked, still confused.

"Why not?"- masyadong seryoso si Daddy to the point na nakakunot noo na siya.

Oh my God. What's the meaning of this?

"I'm still studying, Dad."- I tried to be sound calm.

"And, so?"

"Dad! Hindi ko hilig ang rumampa at magpa-picture sa iba!"

"Problema ba talaga 'yon, Amara Irish?! Edi kahihiligan mo!"

"Hon."- Mommy quickly held my Dad's hand to cool him down.

"Ayoko po."- deretsong sagot ko sa kanila. I could see their eyes reacted to my answer. In just a snap, my Dad's temper became wilder.

I placed the clear book to the center table, confirming that I'm refusing their will.

"Amara, that's an offer for you. Hindi ko magawang tanggihan 'yan sa board members at board of directors natin sa kumpanya. Nangangailangan kami ng model. Kung pwede lang na maghanap nalang kami ng iba ay ginawa ko na, kaso hindi, eh. We badly need your help para sa mga matataas ang kumpanya kesa sa atin, Amara. Please."- he stared at me in his very authoritative voice.

But, that doesn't scare me.

"Wait, Dad. Offer? Offer for me? But I couldn't see that you're offering. You are forcing me, instead!"

"Anak, please.. Magmo-model ka lang ng mga products. Pag-bigyan mo na kami ng Daddy mo."- pagmamakaawa ni Mommy. Hinawakan ko siya sa braso niya.

"Pero, Mommy.. You know that I don't like modelling."

"Amara naman, pumayag ka na, oh?"- paki-usap din ni  Daddy. Tumayo ako at tinalikuran sila.

"Just recruit instead of forcing your daughter to become one.. I'm busy Mom, Dad. Goodnight."

And, then, I stepped outside of their office, not minding about their feeling because of my answer.

I already surrendered my dream of becoming a nurse. Ano pa ba ang gusto nilang gawin ko?

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