His Slave

Chapter 2

I was in the middle of applying my black contact lens when I heard my cellphone rings. I blink a few times and checked myself in the mirror. As I run my fingers through my hair and meticulously scanned if my natural hair roots were groowing. Baka kasi hindi ko mapansing tumutubo na pala ang ginger red hair ko. Just to be sure. Kahit alam kong kakakulay ko lang ng itim nito. Medyo praning lang talaga ako, kapag ang buhok ko na ang pinag-uusapan.

Nang matapos na ako ay agad akong lumabas ng banyo at mabilis na kinuha ang aking cellphone at tinignan kung sino ang tumatawag, si Myr na naman. Actually nung Sabado pa 'to tawag ng tawag. Hindi kasi ako pumunta sa welcome party para sa pinsan nila Pearl.

I let out a sigh and tossed my phone in my bag. Masisira talaga ang phone ko sa kapraningan ng babaeng 'to.

She's been texting me nonstop since Saturday. Even though, I already told her I'm not going. Siya lang naman kasi ang gustong pumunta dun. I even begged to Zia to go there, kahit alam kong ayaw niya ding pumunta dun.

para lang may makasama naman si Myr sa party. Kahit alam kong for sure, magmomokmok lang 'yun buong gabi.

Lumabas ako ng aking kwarto at agad bumungad sa harapan ko si Mama. "Kain ka na."

Nginitian ko siya't tumango. She's been very busy lately with the hospital works. Especially attending conferences. Minsan nga, swerte na 'yung nagkikita kami twice a week.

Whenever she's free, she make it to a point to prepare a healthy meal for me. Kahit di naman kailangan e. Pwede namang sa Kaisei nlng ako kumain. Concern kasi siya sa mga kinakain ko. Kung dati, hinahayaan niya lang akong kainin lahat ng gusto ko, ngayon hindi na. Sobrang taba ko kasi nung unang mga taon ko sa Kaisei. She really helped me a lot to lose some weight. Pero medyo chubby pa din naman ako until now. More healthy diet and exercise to go.

I know, I sound rude that I should be thankful but ayaw ko lang kasi 'yung topic na pilit niyang pag-usapan namin.

"So, how's school?" Mom said, while I was drinking my carrot juice.

"Good." I simply replied. "Really?" she said with a doubt plastered on her face.

"Then why you're still dyeing your hair? And you're still wearing those contacts? Aminin mo nga, is someone bullying you again? Just tell me, and I'll talk to them. Or kung gusto mo, transfer ulit tayo ng school."

I chewed my lip. I already transfered school, one time. And I won't do it anymore. Lalo na ngayon na two years nlng at gra-graduate na ako ng high school. And honestly, it won't change anything if lilipat man ako ng school. Palaging may bubully at bubully sa 'kin. Lalo na 'pag nakita nila kung ano talaga ang itsura ko. Hindi naman sa kinakahiya ko, kung ano ako. Ayaw ko lang talaga ng gulo.

Huminga ako ng malalim bago sumagot, "I'm fine Ma. Hindi lang kasi akong komportableng mag-eye glass. And I just want to look... normal. And besides Ma, I'm not in elementary anymore. Mas mature na ang mga tao sa high school. So, you don't need to worry. Ok?" I said, just to assure her.

I'm older than most of the students in Kaisei. I'm actually, the same age as Pearl. Ilang taon kasi akong nahinto sa pag-aaral nun.

She sighed and went near me. "You know, you can talk to me, right?," she said and run her fingers through my hair. "Nasasayangan lang kasi si mama sa buhok mo. Ang ganda pa naman sana. Lalo ng mga mata mo."

"Manang mana ka talaga sa papa mo. Ni wala kang nakuha sa 'kin." sabi niya't sabay halik sa gilid ng aking ulo.

This is the reason why she doesn't want me to dye my hair and wear contacts. Naaalala kasi ni mama, si papa sa 'kin. I really looked like my dad. We have the same ginger red hair and emerald eyes. My father is an English. Nagkakilala sila ni Mama noong nagbakasyon si Mama ng England. Their relationship wasn't easy, since mayaman sila Mama habang sila Papa naman ay hindi at ulila na.