Sinuyod ko na ang buong siyudad, pero hindi ako kaagad nakahanap ng trabahong maayos na pwede kong pasukan.
I looked at my lower arm to check the time. Twas already 7:00 pm and here I am standing at the side of the street wishing for an angel to come here and save me from all this madness happening.
I felt weak, I felt hopeless. I just sat there hugging my knees, thinking how to survive. I have 500 pesos in my wallet, I think my bank account is empty.
Why am I even fighting? I could easily end this suffering, but why am I still moving forward when I can just stop. Or am I just...lonely? Hindi ko maiwasang makaramdam ng awa sa sarili ko.
I was daydreaming about me living in luxury with the people I love, who do I love? They were already dead.. If living in luxury was already hard to achieve, living with people I love was the most impossible quest. I was thinking deeply, when an expensive looking car stopped in front of me.
I looked up wondering who it might be. The driver's seat opened to reveal a tall young man who's slightlh older than my age wearing a long sleeved black polo shirt with black slacks. I noticed him wearing that designer leather shoes matching with his leather Prada belt.
Itinupi niya ang sleeves niya hanggang siko, kaya napansin ko ang kaniyang mamahaling relo. Nahiya yung 500 pesos sa wallet ko.
He opened his door to the backseat, then he looked at me raising a brow. We were staring at each other making eye contact for about 15 seconds. I was confused on what the hell is he doing so I tilted my head and moved my brows. Telling him indirectly that I don't understand.
I think he understood what's on my mind kaya nagsalita na siya.
"Are you gonna go inside or what? he asked boringly.
"Bakit naman ako sasama sayo? Hindi naman kita kilala," I said while breaking the eye contact
He sighed exaggeratedly, at padabog na isinara ang pintuan ng backseat.
"Whatever you please," he said boringly.
Na-realize ko na ito lang ang opportunity ko para umusad. Whether this guy has good or bad intention, I'll have a chance to move forward.
Iikot na sana siya para pumasok sa driver's seat pero hinabol ko siya para pigilan.
"Sama ako," pagmamakaawa kong sinabi pero lowkey lang.
Para akong batang iiwan ng magulang pero ayaw mag-paiwan. Hindi ko maiwasang ihalintulad ang sarili ko sa ganoong sitwasyon dahil kahit ako ay hindi nakilala ang boses na lumabas sa aking bibig.
Nakita kong sumapo pa siya sa kaniyang noo at may narinig akong hiyawan sa hindi kalayuan. Pilit ko itong inaaninag pero masyado nang madilim at hindi gaanong maliwanag ang mga ilaw sa paligid.
"Just.. get in," he said drastically.
Pumasok ako sa loob at pinakiramdaman ang paligid. Inaalam ko kung ang pagsara ng pinto ng kotseng ito ay mas magiging miserable ba ang buhay ko? O may bumukas na bagong pinto? Bagong oportunidad sa buhay kong wala nang patutunguhan.
I looked outside the window, thinking why I got in this car. Even though he's a stranger, I never once felt the regret of going inside this car. I was just thinking how did I end up like this.
I looked around the interior of his car, my hands felt the leather material used in his seat. I looked around and I saw the logo of a Masseratti a type of lamborghini it the box between the driver's seat and the shot gun seat, I'm not yet sure. I can't ignore the smell, it smells like Lysol lemon scent. PFFTT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. Lambo kotse mo, tapos pabango mo lysol salamat nalang sa lahat.
BINABASA MO ANG
Ever A Never After
Non-FictionThis is a story about a normal girl who isn't that normal at all. It would've been a lot easier for her if that guy didn't caught her attention who will be the reason of a bitter or sweet ending. Her untold story will unfold once she get the taste o...
