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Chapter 2

Angel Aphrodite Moretti

"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" My voice echoed through the whole house which is filled with silence earlier.

"Angel! Hija, buti nakabalik ka na." My mother said with a frightening look on her face.

"Mom, what's wrong? May nangyari ba?"

"Anak, your U-Uncle Felix, w-wala na siya." Nanlaki ang mata ko sa sinabi niya.

"W-What do you mean, Mom? Like, d-dead?" I stuttered. Kahit na may ginawa siya sa 'kin, nangingibabaw pa rin ang lungkot ko dahil sa nangyari.

She nodded. "Kanina lang namin nalaman ng Dad mo. May nagpadala ng sulat, it stated there na he committed suicide." I gaped at her. W-what? H-how?

"How did you know that it's a suicide?" I'm still confused. Wala namang rason kung bakit niya gagawin ang bagay na 'yon, unless he felt guilty on what he almost did to me. But still it's not an excuse to do so.

Mabuti nalang at may tumulong sa 'kin kaya hindi natuloy ang binabalak niya.

"He gave his goodbye at his letter, he apologized on what he did on us, on you. Which I'm entirely confused, what he did to you."

"I don't know, Mom." Buti nalang hindi ako nautal, baka sabihin niya nagsisinungaling ako. Hindi ko muna ipapaalam sa kanila ang nangyari sa 'kin. Not now, napakaeventful ng araw na 'to. Nag-away pa kami ni Dylan kanina.

At isa pa may nakilala pa akong babae.

Earlier

Nakakabwisit talaga si Dylan! Hmp! Ako pa talaga sinisi!

"Here. You might need it." I looked up and there I saw a familiar face. Parang familiar siya sa 'kin pero hindi ko alam kung saan kami nagkita. May inaabot siya sa 'king panyo.

"Do I know you? I mean, have we met somewhere?"

"I believe we haven't." She smiled apologetically. "I just happen to saw you here crying, alone."

"Oh, thank you." Kinuha ko ang binigay niyang panyo at agad na pinunas sa basa kong pisngi.

"Would you mind me sitting beside you?"

"No, not at all."

"You know you can talk to me." She blurted out. Ang ganda pa ng pagkakasabi niya with her recognizable italian accent. Somehow, I find italian accent weird pero kapag sa kanya, ang sarap pakinggan.

I know I have an italian last name but I'm half-half. Half Filipino and Half Italian, but I was born here in the Philippines, not in Italy.

"How should I know? Hindi naman kita kilala." I uttered.

"You know what they say, 'Don't talk to strangers'. Well, if we don't talk to 'strangers', then everyone would still be a stranger? Right?"

"You have a point there."

"If you don't talk to people you don't know yet, you will miss out on so many opportunities."

She added. "Making connections with people is an essential skill. You'll go far if you can approach someone and befriend them. That is one of the most valuable qualities to have in business and in life."

She sighed before continuing. "Take a look at it from your own point of view. Would you rather be drawn to the attractive individual who lights up the room and treats everyone as a friend, or the quiet, introverted person in the corner? Would you rather put your money into a confident boss who avoids eye contact and can't out-yell a mouse?"