Losing To Win (Lost Series #1) | Completed

Chapter 8

LTW 8

Win
 

Ugh. I hate myself.

Did I really ask for my boss’ permission to leave?

Just because of that woman pouting as if a duck?

I mentally groaned. Looked like I’d be in trouble as Ms. Maggie, my boss, agreed.

Sa totoo lamang, wala akong planong kausapin na siya matapos ang nangyari kahapon. I just didn’t want trouble (for my own dictionary says Felicie means trouble). Yup, at first— okay, I’d be honest, I thought of her the entire night. It was just that the confession I heard from her was something I couldn’t ignore. How could I?

We were not even close, yet I found out that she possibly had cancer. And to think that I was the first one aside from her doctor to know that was. . . it was as if I’d be responsible of taking care of her.

I wasn’t up for that. Madami na ‘kong problema pa.

So I told myself to never cross the line. I’d just keep her secret and act like I heard nothing.

But upon seeing her at where I was working, I realized how terrible liar I was to myself.

I crossed— no, okay I’d just say I stumbled on the invisible line. Tama, ganoon na nga.

Kaya matapos ko siyang sabihan na sasamahan ko siya, mabilis niyang tinapos ang kaniyang pagkain at pinuntahan ako.

Si Flash yata ‘to.

“Tara na,” aniya habang nakatayo sa harap ko.

Pambihirang ngisi ‘yan.

 
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“Seriously? Ikaw lang ang taong kilala ko na ayaw mag-arcade games. Tara na kasi!” she said, forcing me to get inside Timezone,

We were just standing outside the entrance, and she was persistent dragging me inside. Ang kaso, ayaw ko nga.

Ang ingay pa lamang mula sa loob at tila sumasayaw na mga ilaw ay nakakaliyo na. Masyadong magulo.

“Win, bilis na.” Then she took my arm which made my eyes draw big.

The invisible line, she was crossing it too!

As someone who didn’t want to be closer to her (but agreed of being with her, ugh), I hastily withdrew my arm from her grip.

“A-Ayoko nga, sa i-iba na lang,” I said as I averted my gaze from her. Pambihira, why was I stuttering?

“Para namang tanga ‘to. E saan?” For a— wait what were we? We were basically not strangers to each other. . . but we were not even close to be friends. Uhm, acquiantance? Ugh, no. That sounded too dramatic. Whatever, my point was she talked too casual and harsh that if she was a picture, she would be the non-filtered one.

“Let’s just go to the bookstore. I’ll buy you a book of communicating etiquttes, you badly need that.” Then I turned back from her with my hands in the pocket of my jacket, and started walking away. Like a brat she was, she jolted beside me with loud footsteps and annoyance was visible on her face. “Wow ha. Sa ‘yo pa talaga nanggaling ‘yan? Kaya pala gan’yan ka kausap ‘no? Parang tanga—”

“Stop cursing!”

“Luh? I am not! Nagputangina ba ako?”

And my jaw dropped. I looked at her, and she was already grinning as if she won on something. Seriously? Walang patutunguhan ang usapang ‘to.