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KABANATA 1

HOMBRES ROMANTICOS SERIES 1:
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Scorpion Sergius Sebastos
Kabanata 1

SOMEONE TOLD HER that never regret anything that make you smile. Going against her family was the toughest decision she made in her entire life o mas mainam na sabihing natatanging desisyon na nagawa niya para sa sarili. And she's happy she fought against the tough rules.

Freedom— it's her without anyone manipulating her around.

Liberty— is being her without anyone's permission.

She's a free bird, tough enough to hear her own voice.

Being thousandfold miles away from her real world, she found a real life— a life that isn't meant to be easy. Sometimes happy, most of the times rough like as of the moment.

Nahihilo na siya kung ano’ng susunod na susungkitin mula sa make-up stationary storage na nasa harapan niya. Those cosmetics were familiar, not to mention that her family owns an international cosmetique line, suchlike how she familiarized where are the most ticklish spot of her body. The thing was, she doesn't know what and which to apply to her face orderly.

Sucked!

“Concealer.”

Bahagyang napapitlag si Mihaela nang may lumitaw sa gilid niya.

One of El Sacramento’s strippers. Makintab ang morena nitong balat. Maybe she applied Glycerin or baby oil to achieved shiny skin. Maliit ang mukha nito, maganda at maayos ang kurba ng katawan. Typical stripper. Full of streaks, she wore that sinful erotic dancewear elegantly.

Does it mean, ganoon din ang isusuot niya mamaya sa entablado? Tila papanawan siya ng ulirat.

Kung bakit kasi hindi niya ipinaglaban ang karapatan niya bilang tao, bilang babae sa harapan ng nuknukan sa kaguwapuhang lalaki na iyon? Sana ay wala siya sa  kritikal at nakakadisgusto na sitwasyon na iyon.

“Amateur, aren't you?” Ito ang sumungkit ng concealer sa storage. Nagprisenta itong ayusan siya.

“Hindi ka marunong mag-make-up sa sarili mo?” Parang hindi ito makapaniwala.

“I’m sorry?”

The friendly woman flashed a fascinated smile. “Sabi ko na e, spoken-dollar ka. I'm just asking if you don't know how to apply make-up? I'm Gigi.”

In all honesty, she doesn't speak English fluently. Her grammar constantly sucked. Hindi naituro sa elementary at sekondarya ang naturang lengguwahe. Mas gamay niya ang Romanian, Gagauz, Ukrainian at Russian na siyang karaniwang dyalekto sa loob ng castelul din Grozu. Pangarap niyang makapag-aral sa ibang bansa ngunit hindi siya makawala sa kamay na bakal ng kanyang ama.

She shyly nodded as a confirmation. She never tried to learn it, simply because her honorable father paid a glam squad to do it for her most of the time. “I am Mihaela.”

“Even your name is beautiful. Sosyal! You have an outstanding facial structure with a gorgeous natural skin. You don't need a full-packed make-up, dear. Light will do.”

“Thank you muchly, Gigi.”

May mahikang taglay ang mga kamay ni Gigi sapagkat sa loob lamang ng fifteen minutes ay nag-transform na ang mukha niya. Kung nasa kastilyo pa siya ay hindi siya magdadalawang-isip na i-hire si Gigi para mapabilang sa glam squad.

“Fantastic! You're awesome, Gigi.” She  exclaimed like a jubilant child.

“Don’t mention it, Mihae— Jezz. Can I call you Mimi instead of Miheala, if you don't mind? I'm sorry. You're name's a bit accentuated and expensive.”