VIEWPOINT

Chapter Six

     The errand this morning is so tiring that I just went to sleep after arriving at the mansion in Calamba. There is so much to do but my desire to sleep gets priority. I went home by 2:00 PM; I sleep then wakes up right by this very moment. It is already dark, 7:30 PM. I get out of my quarters and meet with the other members of the family in the dinner hall. They are all eating; less people are on their places tonight. I wonder what happened today that lessen the volume of the people who eat here every day by as much as 30 percent.

     Suddenly Mrs. Madella stands up and proposes a toast.

    “For Ecclesiastes! For single handedly carrying out the shopping duties!” She announces.

     Everyone cheers except for the PSS members. After that, I am forced to stand up near the pureblood members of the family and say a speech.

     Such formalities, I hate this, but there’s nothing I can do about it.

     “It was nice to carry the duty as a shopper. It was nice in Manila.” I say.

     The words that I just said make my tongue dirty. I didn’t mean any of those words to begin with. I’ll just have to pretend that I enjoy it so they won’t question me any further.

     I eat faster than I used to. This is for me to get out of the dining hall as soon as possible. I don’t like the idea of being the center of attention, not in a room as large as this one. Where most of the people present have fix attention to you.

     I finish eating and immediately walk outside the dining hall, to the hallway. There are still people who greet me so I go outside the mansion, to the spot where I usually hang out, beside the mango tree.

    The wind is chilling. The night breeze here in Calamba is so pure and fresh. What a breather compare to the dirty and stinky Manila. The atmosphere just turn from crimson red to dark blue as the sun sets in that very moment. The lights off the balcony are immediately lit and lights engulfed the area where I am sitting into.

     I turn my gaze to the door, only to find out Aiza walking towards me. She hands me my gun. What a surprise because it can be noticed that it is polished and is a good as new. She must have cleaned it and polished it, another one of her weird hobbies.

     “Hey, thanks.” I say to her.

     “Don’t mention it.” She replies in a low voice.

     I look inside the gun, the ammunition is complete. Even the bullets are polished. I can’t believe her. I give a weird look at her but she is facing away from me to see it.

     As I observe my personal weapon, my memory flashes back into the silver desert eagle. It is like the one in my frequent nightmares. What could have possibly happen in that event? I’m not even sure if it is true, or maybe the act of violence and my involvement in using guns is haunting me through my sleep.

     It is getting darker and mosquitos are trying to eat me alive so I better get inside the mansion this instant. I proceed into the Personal Secret Service Quarters just to witness quite a formation in the seats.

     “What’s going on here?” I ask

     “An S Class Task.” One of the members tells me.

     An S Class Task is a very rare mission for the Personal Secret Service, and only chosen members are allowed to the task. Those who are very skilled not just physically and mentally but also emotionally are the only ones who can perform these tasks. I was told that there are certain task wherein the family are trying to use the PSS to assassinate a certain person or groups of people.