Third person point of view.
“I hate it!” she suddenly burst out, then threw the wine glass she was holding in her right hand onto the floor.
She was suffering from envious thoughts— thinking that others were now with him. Ang lalaking pangarap niya, na pinapangarap na rin ng iba.
Without thinking, she walked toward her desk and immediately grabbed a photo frame placed neatly at the corner.
She stared at his picture, and suddenly, teardrops began falling from her eyes.
“You’re mine. Akin ka— ako ang nauna. Pero bakit parang sa iba ka pa sumasama?” she said emotionally, then slowly brought the picture frame close to her face.
And without hesitation, she gently pressed her lips against the photo.
“Seeing you enjoying with them makes me suffer in pain. Those laughter and smiles of yours are mine. But those woman of yours— mahilig makisasaw.” She paused for a moment before letting go of the photo and placing it back on the desk.
“Who should I play with?” she murmured to herself before smirking slightly.
“My plan isn’t even started yet, pero hinaharangan na agad ng dalawang tinga,” she added, then turned her gaze toward the wall where a photo of Aya and Ferrie was pinned.
She absentmindedly reached for the wine bottle resting on her table and, in a sudden move, threw it directly at the wall— right where the two women’s picture was posted.
A twisted smile painted her lips as she watched the bottle shatter on the wall, and the liquid wine slowly trickled down the photo of the two girls.
“Nasa akin na dapat siya, pero pilit pa rin syang nililihis n’yong dalawa. He even chose one of you,” she uttered, then shot a glance at the first woman’s face in the photo in front of her.
“Why? Is it because of you?” she whispered, then turned to the other woman’s picture. “Or you?”
Another wicked smile curled her lips.
“I don’t care which of you it is, but I’ll make sure you both will suffer. And first, I want to start with you. We’ll play this game— one that only I can enjoy— while watching you suffer,” she said, looking directly at the first photo on her wall.
Aya’s pov.
Wala sa wisyong tila natinag ako at naalimpungatan ng gising nang tila marinig ang tunog ng aking cellphone.
Alas-dose na ng gabi— sinong may sapak sa utak ang magte-text sa’kin ngayong oras? Ramdam ko pa ang pagka-lutang ng aking utak, dala ng antok, dahil halos anong oras na din kasi kaming nakatulog kakalaro ng Truth or Dare na inabot na ng gabi.
Dagdag mo pa ’yung pag-aasikaso namin doon sa tatlong ginawang tubig ang alak kaya ngayo’y bangingi na. Since hindi naman kami gaanong uminom ni Ferrie, kami ’yung nag-intindi ng husto sa kanila.
Agaran ko nang inabot ang aking cellphone at tila napakusot pa ng mata dahil sa liwanag na biglang suminag sa aking mga mata mula sa screen nito.
I immediately opened my text message to read it now— it’s from an unknown number. Hmm... who would it be? Nang tuluyan ko na itong mabuksan, tila natigilan at natinag ako dahil sa aking nakita.
Isang babaeng walang malay na nakagapos ang nareceive ko. Hindi ito text kundi larawan. Ilang segundo lang rin ang lumipas nang muli ulit akong makatanggap ng text mula sa number na ’yon, saying: ‘Guess who it is. If your answer is wrong, something bad might happen.’ Turan nito sa text.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Pretender
Romance- Completed. She's Aya Fenchen, an addle-brained and old-fashioned woman. She lives a peaceful life, but not until she meets Eaze. The famous idol who set her on a contract for being his girl, a contract that she can't refuse for a lifetime for some...
