THE RICH MAN'S POSSESSION (book 1):de Lucca Brothers

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Mahinang sinikmuraan ko sya. Nawalan kasi ako ng masasabi dahil sa huli nyang pahayag. Pakiramdam ko umalsa lahat ng dugo sa mukha ko. Umiwas ako ng tingin sa kanya.

"Ang bayolente mo talaga kamahalan. " He commented. Ngunit kita ko sa peripheral vision ko na pinipigilan nya lang mapangisi. Kung hindi lang talaga sya nagdadrive ay kanina ko pa sya sinabunutan.

"Kung anu-ano kasing mga pinagsasabi mo jan."I murmured in a whisper.

"You're saying something? '' he asked

"Wala. Bakit 'kako kamahalan ang tawag mo sa akin?" I said half true. Curious din talaga ako sa tawag nya sa akin.

Ilang beses ko na ding sinabing wag nya akong tawagin ng ganon pero patuloy parin sya. I really wanna know the story behind that word 'kamahalan'of him.

"Wala naman." He said briefly.

''Pwede ba yun? "

"Oo kaya, random talaga ako mag isip." He said.

Nagkibit-balikat ako at tumahimik na lang. Pero tila isang haplos ng kilabot ang yumakap sa akin nang mamagitan sa amin ang isang nakakabinging katahimikan. At hindi ako mapakali. So I decided to break the silence.

"Uhmm, can I ask you something? " Tinignan ko sya at tinansya.

"Shoot."

"Uhm.. Its... its hard living alone... How did you... I mean, how did you survived? " I asked. I look at him to see his reaction. Noong una ay tila nag isip sya, ngunit kalaunan ay ngumiti syang muli.

Nagkibit balikat sya bago sumagot.

"Living without an identity, you mean? "

"No offense meant----"

"I know, kamahalan. Im not gonna take that against you. " he said with a smile."Pero nahahalata na kita ha? Ang dami mo nang tanong tungkol sa akin." Nakangisi nyang sabi. Umingos ako.

"Never mind. " sabi ko.

He chuckled.

Nagpatuloy sya sa pagmamaneho.

"Well, I was just a baby when someone dropped a basket in front of an orphanage. Yes, inside that basket is a baby, just like the cliché story,." He paused and shrug his shoulder. " So I stayed in that orphanage for what? Six, seven years? Yeah I guess. Then, a couple came one day and took me. They gave me their names. They gave me food, clothes, shelter, good education. They loved me just like their own. I was blessed right? Nakahanap ako ng mga taong nagmahal at tumanggap sa akin. " I heard him took a deep breathe. I was just listening to him. I dont know what to feel. Pero isa lang ang alam ko. This man in front of me is something.

Nagpatuloy sya.

"People say, I'm such a lucky guy..." he paused a bit then continued. " Indeed I am. But still, every night. Sa tuwing matutulog ako. Pakiramdam ko parin kulang. There's a spot in me that needs to be filled. Theres something missing. And I know what is it. My real identity. " Muli syang tumigil at huminga. ''Sometimes, I would ask myself, why? I mean. Over 8 billion people in this world why me? Hanggang ngayon ay wala pa ring sagot. So I just have to live with it. " Nagkibit-balikat sya. "And be happy for what I have."

Isang katahimikan ang pumagitna sa amin. I want to break the silence but I cant find anything to say.

Suddenly I heard him chuckle... Napatitig ako sa kanya.