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Chap 18

Yoshiro's POV

Finding out that my family is a mafia is not surprising. Sa totoo lang may mga hinala na din ako dati pa na we're part of something big dahil sa mga biglaang pag-alis at paglilipat-lipat namin ng bahay noon. Nakikita ko din sila nina mom na nakikipag gun fight almost everytime na lalabas kami. And, they won't bother training me for combat if there ain't any reason. Yung dahilan kung bakit hindi namin kasama si mom ngayon is because someone killed her as she and my dad secure for safety, for me. I blame myself for her death. Nang dahil sakin dad lost her but dad told me not to blame myself because they're both glad of having a daughter like me. Nag research ako tungkol sa mga grupo o sa grupo na humahabol samin noon taking every clue I can remember from that time. At malapit ko na malaman kung sino-sino sila.

"Hey Yoshiro" it's the annoying bitch again, I just ignored her and continued sketching. Napansin ko na tatapunan na sana niya ng tubig yung sketchpad ko kaya nilayo ko ito agad having my table get poured by a coffee.

"Bakit ba napaka suplada mo?" she asked irritably

"Di ba obvious? I hate you" sagot ko at nilagay sa bag ko ang mga gamit ko

"Kiara stop messing with her" awat ni kuya sa kanya

"Then stop siding with her, you know I need you" pagmamaktol niya but I didn't care at pinunasan ko nalang yung table ko with tissue

She's been setting traps for me everywhere; my table and seat, sa CR, sa canteen, sa garden, anywhere I go. She just won't give up. Hinahayaan ko si kuya to do things based on his judgement. Who am I to tell him to ignore his so-called friend anyway?

"Kuya, JCR lang ako" pagpapaalam ko and left, wala din naming teacher eh. They're becoming tardy these past days. I sat down on my swivel shair at pinagpatuloy ang pag-eedit ng mga articles. At the same time, naghahanap na ng mga butas ang mga tao ko against that bitch and in no time baka magsimula na ding masira ang image niya dito sa school. I mean, sira na pala image niya dito from the very beginning because of bribing the teeachers for them to give her the JCR. I dagdag mo pa yung mga traps niya at foul plays sa bawat activity namin.

"Sis..." sinundan pala ako ni kuya dito

"Bakit?" I asked without looking back. Sa PC lang ako nakafocus.

"Bakit ka umalis?" he asked sounding like he's sad or something

"Obviously because wala naman tayong teacher this period and instead of dealing with that bitch gagawin ko na lang trabaho ko dito" that question kinda irritated me

"Sweetheart--" napalingon ako sa narinig ko and saw dad on my door way. Wala si kuya don. He's using a voice changer.

"Dad, pano ka napunta dito?" I asked curiously

"I mean, why are you here? You—" I rephrased when I remembered na death anniversary pala ni mama ngayon and he cut me off

"We" he corrected

"We should be there" makukumbinsi na sana ako na si dad nga yun but I noticed something different so I fished my phone sa bulsa ko at tinawagan si dad. It was answered, and my real dad in on the other line.

"Dad, san ka ngayon?" I asked while looking at the fake one in front of me. She balled her fists and bit her lip sa inis. That's right, she.

"Be there" sabi ko kay dad and ended the call

"Bilib din ako sayo Kiara, magaling ka pala sa impersonation" I told her at lalo siyang nanggitgit. I took my bag and things at in-off ang PC saka naglakad palabas and locked the office.

"Dad doesn't have big bumpers on his chest" bulong ko sa tenga niya at mas lalo pa siyang nainis to the point that I can see her eyes preparing for water works