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CHAPTER 8
"Nag-iinarte lang 'yan para mag-alala ka sa kanya at para siya nanaman ang kaisa-isahan tao na nakakuha ng atensyon mo, Rake."
"Jessica, it's not just like that. Something really happened to her."
"Because you are fucking hitting on her again! Hindi kana natuto!"
"She's fine, Mr. Alicante. This is a result of an overwork, lack of sleep and lots of---"
"Inshort: over fatigue, right, Doctor?"
"Yes, Mr. Alicante."
Sobrang nakakairita ang mga boses na naririnig ko. What's more irritating was; my freaking hand couldn't move. I guess there's a freaking dextrose attached to it.
"Mr. Alicante, can I talk to you alone?" said another annoying voice.
"Sure," and there was an irritating tone again. "Jessica, bantayan mo muna siya. We'll be back."
"As if I have a choice," the ugly voice answered.
I tried to swallowed. Because hell, tuyong-tuyo na ang lalamunan ko, and this freaking idiots not even offering some water to me. When the door shut that's when I popped my eyes open.
"Gising na pala ang mahal na Reyna."
Bumungad sa akin ang isang babaeng nakapusod na parang labandera. Her eyes were gray, like a dog. Her eyebrows were not properly trim and her lipstick, God, bakit parang matanda ang labi niya?
"Kamusta naman ang pakiramdam mo, Madam?" sarkastikong tanong nito sa'kin.
Minasahe ko ang isang kamay ko, I ignored her and and sat. Nahihilo ako and my head was throbbing so bad.
"Sa tingin mo ba maniniwala ako sa kaartehan mo? God. Stop acting. Wala na sila. Hindi uubra sa'kin 'yan." The ugly duckling said to me. She crossed her arms and raised her horrible brow.
"I don't know what you're saying, dear," I said. Tumayo na ako at dahan-dahan itinapak ang paa ko.
Hell, it's been what since I felt alive like this? I couldn't remember at all. But damn, it felt so good to actually feel every life in my body.
"Masarap ba, ha?" humarang siya sa harapan ko.
Tinaasan ko siya ng kilay. Hell, this ugly one was rude. Pangit na nga ang mukha, pangit pa ang ugali.
"Yes, of course," sagot ko sa kanya. "Hindi ko na maalala kailan 'yong huli," I told her while looking down to my feet.
Tumawa ito ng mapakla. Tinaasan ko siya lalo ng kilay. I didn't get it. Why was she acting like that when I did nothing?
