SaiLem One {Head-On Collision}

Chapter 2: Wake-up Call

A/N: Helloooo!!! Ambilis mag-update.. haha.. everyday update lang??

Dedicated to my sister, jeyster!!! hehehe. Congrats sa pagpasa sa driving exam :)

Nandyan ang picture ni Cyann Mabanta :)

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Nang magising si Cyann, he’s already in a hospital suite. From the looks of it, nasa Medical City sya.  He knows ‘coz it’s the only medical institution within Quezon City that his family approves of. Grabe, his whole body ached like hell.

“O, gising ka na pala!” a guy who’s not so tall and cool greeted. Sino toh?

Lumapit sa kama yung girl na kaakbay nung guy kanina and she held Cyann’s hands. “Grabe, nag-alala kami sayo. Kamusta naman ang pakiramdam mo?”

“I…I’m okay,” bulong ni Cyann na naguguluhan. “Who are you?” di na nya naiwasang magtanong.

“Ay! Amnesia lang ang peg! I like! Hahaha,” tuwang-tuwang sabi nung girl. “Pero sasakyan ko tripping mo. I’m Pinky delos Santos. Your ever pretty bestfriend.” Tumuro sya sa lalaking nakaupo sa sofa. “And that’s my ever handsome boyfriend, Jet. Ano, naalala mo na? Arte mo ha! Hahahaha.”

Bago pa makapagtanong ulit si Cyann, may isa pang guy na dumating. Teka, he kinda looks familiar. Pero nawala ang train of thought nya nang abutan sya ng bouquet of lilies. What the freak is this shit?

“Sabi ko naman sayo, diba? Tawagan mo ako, susunduin naman kita kahit saang lupalop ka pa ng mundo para safe kang makauwi,” mahinahong paalala nung bagong dating na binata. Nginitian sya neto at na-weirdo-han si Cyann to the point na kinilabutan sya. Bakla ba toh?

“Hmp! Ewan ko ba dyan, Slater. Bakit kasi ayaw ka pa nyang sagutin,” muttered the girl named ‘Pinky’.

“Teka, hold on. Who the hell are you and what...what happened?” tanong nyang nalilito. Sumasakit pa rin ang ulo nya at wala syang maalala.

The other guy let out a whistle. “English talaga? Kelan ka pa nagsalita ng straight English? At di mo rin maalala si Slater? Dakilang manliligaw mo kaya yan.”

What the—It’s hard kayang mag-speak in Tagalog! “H-hindi ko…uhm.. ma-understand. Bakit… uhm… why am I here?”

Nagkatinginan ang tatlo nyang unknown visitors. Tila napansing wala nga talagang kaalam-alam si Cyann sa mga nangyari.

“Hindi mo naaalala? Nabangga yung sinakyan mong taxi nung Friday. Apat na araw kang comatose,” paliwanang nung girl.

“Ha? Really? How?” Pinipilit ni Cyann na alalahanin ang mga pangyayari ngunit sumasakit lamang ang ulo nya.

“May bobong tangang nakainom na nag-beat ng red light. Saktong patawid yung taxi na sinakyan mo, ayun,” sagot nung lalaking nakaupo sa malayo. Si Jet yata yun.

Why does that sound eerily familiar? “Alam nyo ba who that fucktard is?”  naiiritang tanong nya. Kung sino man yun, he’s gonna make that person’s life a living hell.

“Aahh, si Cyann Mabanta.”

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“Tangina dude, kanina sa jeep, etong si Miggy, nakakatawa!”