"Ms. Akira, the bar will open soon." Napatigil ako sa pagta-type sa laptop ko nang marinig ko ang boses ng lalaki na kasama ko kanina. I don't even know his name because I forgot to ask earlier.
Tinignan ko ang orasan sa laptop ko at nakitang 8:00 PM na. Normal time to open a bar. I sighed and nodded my head. 12 hours na akong nandito sa area, and I still haven't finished the program that I am doing. Kinailangan ko kasi ng tulong ni Leila para sa mga information na kailangan ko which is saved on the computer in the island, at kinailangan ko ring isulat at ilista lahat ng kakailanganin.
I saved the program that I am currently doing and closed my laptop. I haven't eaten my dinner yet. Ngayon lang din ako nakaramdam ng gutom. Nagpa-deliver lang kasi ako ng lunch kanina and it was simply salad and coffee.
Ibinalik ko ang laptop sa bag ko at tumayo. I stretched my back a little before wearing my jacket. Kinuha ko na rin ang bag ko and helmet na nasa table at lumabas. I was welcomed by waiters fixing the table. This is the private part of the bar, which only DWS members can visit to enjoy. Ang ground floor naman ay for normal customers.
Kahapon pa ako nakarating sa Pilipinas, but it's already evening kaya nagpahinga nalang ako at ngayong araw sinimulan ang trabaho. After receiving Sir Dmitri's task, nang hapon din na iyon ay nag-ayos ako ng gamit at nag-book kaagad ng flight para makaalis. Sir Dmitri also made sure to inform Papa about that para raw hindi ako bigyan ng ibang gagawin at makapag-focus sa pinapagawa niya, and I thanked him for that.
Lumabas na ako agad ng underground ng bar at bumalik sa taas. I bid my thank you to the man who accompanied me earlier and informed him na babalik ako sa mga susunod na araw.
As I went to the parking lot, I stared at my big bike, specifically at its back part. Hindi ko napilitang mapatiim nang makita ang mga gasgas no'n.
Earlier this morning, on my way to Classico Bar, some kid bumped it.
"I'm sorry—" Mabilis na hinubad ko ang helmet na suot ko at tinignan ang lalaki pagkababa niya ng kotse niya. Natigilan ito sa pagsasalita at napaawang ang labi habang nakatitig sa akin. I slightly tilt my head. What is his fucking problem?
"Next time, keep your eyes focused on the road." Tinalikuran ko siya at tinignan ang likurang parte ng big bike ko. I saw a scratch on it that made me close my eyes tightly. This is a brand new BMW model! I can't believe na sa ganitong paraan pa ito nagasgas.
"U-uh, I can pay for that scratch." Nabalik ko ang tingin ko doon sa lalaki. Nakakunot na ang noo niya habang nakatingin din sa gasgas na ginawa niya.
"No need," I answered. Isinuot kong muli ang helmet at sumakay sa bike ko. I quickly drove off, leaving that student on the road.
That is what happened earlier. I woke up early as usual so I wouldn't encounter any traffic on my way to the bar, pero iyon naman ang na encounter ko. My day was almost ruined, pero hindi na iyon ang inisip ko dahil may trabaho pa akong dapat gawin, so gladly, that didn't bother me for hours.
On my way home, hindi ko na kinailangan pang magbukas ulit ng GPS dahil natandaan ko na ang daan. Even though there was some light traffic, the drive was smooth and quick.I am riding a motorcycle kaya madali lang makalusot sa mga dadaanan.
I am currently staying at Casa El Fuego. My Mama's family's mansion is now under my name since I am her only child. I called the caretaker of this place before going to PH to inform her about my stay, and gladly, Manang Nita made sure that my stay would be wonderful since she also informed Fuego's lawyer and accountant, who are managing and financing this place, about my arrival.
Actually, DWS offered me a place to stay and offered me everything that I need, but since it's been years since I last visited the house where my Mama lived before moving to Japan, I thought it was time for me to stay at my mansion.
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DWS III: The Vixen (UNDER REVISION)
General FictionIn order to gain the life, and the revenge she wanted, she made and turned herself into a person that she didn't thought she would be. She is THE VIXEN. - Carrying all the pressure of being an Iwasaki, Akira grew up as his father's puppet. His words...