Hindi lahat ng nasa paligid natin ay totoo, minsan hindi natin namamalayang nabubulag tayo sa kagandahan nito- katulad na lamang ng paglubog ng araw, pa'no natin nasasabing ito ay tapat gayong mayroon itong tinatagong kadiliman sa t'wing ito ay lumilisan.
Lies. We all deal with lies, it is inevitable- may it be for a good or bad reason. Some things we just cannot say out loud, will only be kept by ourselves. Lying is always a matter of choice. Telling truths may not be easy, but would you be brave enough to face it? Not everyone, I guess.
Naantala ang aking pag-iisip ng kung anong bagay nang may narinig akong tawag galing sa malapit na kaibigan. Narito kami ngayon sa isang eksklusibong yacht party na kasalukuyang sinasabayan ang sunset. Maingay ang paligid, maraming bisita ang nagkalat sa bawat parte ng lugar, they have their own kind of groups and infinite topics.
Just by observing the crowd, you'll notice that those people are known to be socialites and some were celebrities, mga panauhing may masasabi sa buhay. Must be the reason why this party's a bit huge.
"Trin, lika dito. Join us!" Pagtawag ng kaibigan kong si Dria, na kasama ang isang grupo na hindi gaanong pamilyar sa akin. Naglakad ako patungo sa lugar na kinaroroonan ng grupo ni Dria at ipinakilala nya ako sa mga ito.
I feel so out of place. Ito man ay nakagawian ko na, meron parin kung ano sa aking nagtutulak na hindi ako dapat nandito. There's still this sense of unbelonging. Wearing my white bandeau top and a denim shorts that matches my simple accessories while letting my natural wavy dark ash blonde hair down. I may be physically belong, but mentally out of place.
Never mind, I'm overthinking things again.
"Trin, this is Van, Tessa, ..." pagpapakilala nya sa grupo na hindi ko halos matandaan ang pangalan sa dami, ngunit nilahadan ko ng kamay ang bawat isa.
"And, this is Trinity." aniya sa grupo upang ipakilala ako.
"Trinity, hmm... seems so holy like your body." said jokingly by the man who I don't remember the name.
"Don't mind Andreau, playboy talaga yan." I heard Dria said beside me.
I drunk the vodka on the table after the waiter served another set of alcoholic beverages. Medyo nahihilo na ako dahil sa mga nainom ko, though it wasn't on my plan to get wasted tonight. Perhaps, a last shot would do.
As I sip my martini, my eyes darted on a man slowly walking towards our group. Looking so dashing in wearing a white floral shirt with aviators on it and pairs up with a khaki beach shorts.
"Hey, Gio. Happy birthday!" I greeted happily as I hugged him and gave a peck on his cheek. Binati rin siya ng aming grupo at iilang kakilala sa paligid ng namataan ang presensya niya. Of course, this is his party, anyway.
"Thanks, Trin." he said and immediately sat beside me and slid his arm on my bare shoulder.
"So clingy, Gio ha!" ismid ni Dria na medyo hindi na matukoy kung normal pa ba marahil sa dami ng nainom.
"Dria, you're drunk!"
"No! I'm not, duh! Anyway, I'll just go to my other friends. Enjoy the night!" umirap pa ang mata na tila nanunukso at lumipat sa kabilang table na medyo hindi pantay ang lakad.
Ingay at tawanan ang maririnig sa aming grupo. Nang magsawa ay nagsi-alisan rin ang iba at lumibot sa ibang kaibigan nila. Bilang nalang kami na narito sa table si Gio, ako, at ang dalawa pang lalaki sa ngalang Russel at Benjamin ata. I'm not really good at names, gosh.
They were so engrossed with what they are talking about, while I'm just busy showing some great attention to a cocktail in my hand- na parang may kung anong interesante doon. Bumaling si Gio sa akin ng mapansin ang paninitig ko sa inumin habang minamasdan ang galaw ko.
"Still fine?" he asked while sipping on his drink
"Yeah. Just... a little tipsy." saad ko
We are in the middle of a calm sea. The yacht will go back to the port later in midnight, as announced earlier before the party even begins. The night is getting deeper and so as the people getting wilder.
Booze, neon lights and loud music. Mga bagay na halos maging buhay ko. Ano pa bang bago sa mundong ginagalawan ko. Things like that should be normal, so I could... fit in.
Tumayo ako mula sa couch dahilan ng paglingon ng iilan pati na rin ang mga kasama namin sa table. I didn't intend to get their attention, I just feel the need to go in the powder room. Hindi naman nagtagal ang ibinigay nilang atensyon sa presensya ko, they immediately go back with their thing.
"Uhm... s-sorry, I'll just go to the powder room." excusing myself on our table. I need to freshen up and sober my ass
"I'll come with you" napabaling ako kay Gio na agaran ko naman tinanggihan
"No need, kaya ko naman." slowly walking out of the table
"I insist, Trin" pagpipilit nya ngunit bago pa ako masundan ay pinalibutan na siya ng isang grupo dahilan kung bakit nakawala ako sa kanyang paningin.
"Dude, happy birthday! Melissa's been finding you!"
"You're here lang pala, Gio! Happy birthday, I've missed you!" dinig kong sabi nung isang babae sa maarteng tono, bago ko tuluyang nilisan ang pwesto. Melissa? Not really sure.
Umihip ang malamig na hangin ng panggabi, habang marahan kong tinutungo ang powder room. It's quarter to eleven, mayamaya ay dadaong na kami pabalik sa port. Mapayapa ang lagay ng dagat, tila umaayon sa nangyayaring kasiyahan sa gitna nito.
Diretso ang lakad ko kahit medyo hilo na, I'm not gonna drink like this anymore. I hate hangovers. Well, it's Gio's birthday- so I have an excuse. Whatever.
Tinatahak ng aking mga paa ang magarang sahig ng yate, the powder room is on the corner and unfortunately, a crowd is on my way dahilan kung bakit mahihirapan ako tumungo roon. Nevertheless, I continue walking pass the crowd- ngunit bago ako tuluyang makalagpas ay bahagya akong nasagi ng isang panauhin na wari ko ay may tama na ng alak.
"Oh my gosh, Trin!" before I could even began to realize what the heck is happening, I already fell to the sea.
The coldness of seawater embraced my body as I let myself drown in depth. I know how to swim, but I can't save myself right now- my body feels numb that I can't even move. I slowly close my eyes not wanting to give up on my dear life- but hoping, that someone might save me from drowning.
