Untamed Desire (Filipino)

Chapter 1

I’M Brianna Chanel Martina isang successful na fashion designer sa Italy. Half Italian- Half Filipino ako because my mother is an Italian while my father is one of the Top Successful Filipino Businessman in the world.

Masasabi kong mayaman ang pamilya namin. Pero hindi naman kami gaya ng ibang mga mayayaman na arrogante at di-makatao. Tumutulong ang pamilya naming sa mga Charity Events and Orphanage.

Limang taon na akong nandito and wala pa sa plano kong bumalik muli ng Pilipinas dahil narin sa mga bagay bagay na gusto ko ng kalimutan dahil parte na yun ng aking nakaraan na ayoko munang balikan.

May kapatid ako si ate Celestina Joyce Martina. Kasal na siya at nasa Pilipinas bilang isang kilalang model. Her husband’s name was Adrian Alesandro Dimitriou nakilala siya ng ate ko when she was in Greece para sa isang Pictorial ng isang kilalang magazine.

Nagdate sila then di naglaon nagpakasal din. I think they were good together pero maraming ‘di alam si ate tungkol kay Adrian. Wala akong balak na sabihin kung ano iyon dahil maayos naman ang lahat at para na rin sa ikabubuti ng lahat.

“Ciao amore come stai? “.

He’s Shane one of my friends here in Italy. He’s gay. Sayang lang at magandang lalaki pa naman ito pero mabait ito and masarap kausap.

“Sto bene, grazie. “, I said and smile on him.

I’m fixing my things when he came.

“You’re going home?”, he said.

I put my phone on my bag and look at him.

“Yes, why?”

He pouted.

“But it’s too early. Let’s go for a drink? You know at the same club.”

She laughed.

“As if I didn’t know why you wanna go there. It’s the GUY right?”

“Well, he’s hot and you can’t blame me.”, he said and laughs.

"I can't join you right now Shane. You know I'm busy with the fashion event.", I said.

Namewang ito at tumawa.

"Fine! Fine! Whatever. Just make sure that you'll join me after your busy days, amore. Ok?"

Wala na akong nagawa at tumango na lamang dito at tumawa.

While we’re having a little chitchat when someone call him.

“Mi scusi. “, he said I just smile on him.

Before I leave I plan to check some of the gown designs para sa darating na event nagagawin naming when my phone suddenly rang.

“Hello? “, I said.

“Brianna! You need to comeback here… Your sister is missing and no one knows where she is!”

“What?! “, gilalas ko.

I was literally shock and I drop my phone. Parang nanghina rin ang mga tuhod ko kaya napaupo ako.

Paanong nawawala ang ate ko samantalang nung nakaraan ay tumawag pa sya sa akin para mangamusta? I need to find her. I hope na walang mangyaring masama sa kanya.

Where are you ate Ina? What really happened?

NANG malaman kong nawawala ang ate ko at walang nakakaalam kung nasaan sya ay agad akong nagpabook ng flight papuntang Pilipinas. I was so anxious about my sister gone missing. I don’t have any idea why would she do that. She didn’t told me anything. Sigurado akong walang anumang problema ang ate ko.

Wait…what if she has a problem? But that’s impossible. Mabait ang ate ko at kahit kaylan man ay wala siyang nakaaway na kahit sino man.

Pagkatapos ng tawag na natanggap ko ay agad akong nag-impake ng mga gamit ko. Ipinaayos ko na rin sa secretary ko ang mga kakaylanganin sa Fashion Event dahil hindi na maaari pang ikansela iyon kahit wala ako sa mismong event, the show must go on.

I packed my things early in the morning dahil mamayang hapon ang flight ko. I make sure that everything was settled pati ang maiiwan kong trabaho dito sa Italy para pagdating ko sa Pilipinas ay ang paghahanap na lamang sa ate ko ang aasikasuhin ko.

I was wearing a gray pants and pink turtle neck long sleeves pair with my red five inches heels. I put my hair on a messy bun and wear my gold butterfly necklace.

I was busy fixing myself ng may biglang tumawag sakin. Kinuha ko ang phone ko sa aking bulsa at ini-loud speaker ito dahil inaayos ko pa ang iba pang mahahalagang bagay na kaylangan kong dalhin. It’s an unknown number.

“Hello? “, I said pero ‘di naman sumagot ang tumatawag sakin.

“Hello?”

“Hello? Who’s this?”

Maybe isang prank caller lang to.

“Hello? If you’re not going to answer me don’t call me again. Wala akong time para sa mga prank caller ok?!”, pagsusungit ko.

I’m confused right now at iniisip ko ang pagkawala ng ate ko wala akong oras sa ganitong bagay.

Akmang papatayin ko na ang tawag ng bigla itong magsalita.

“Brianna…”

Napahinto ako sa ginagawa ng marinig ko ang boses ng tumawag sa akin. He sound so familiar. His voice sounds like HIM.

“W-Who are you?”, I become nervous but I composed myself and asked.

He’s deep baritone voice lingers through my ear.

“It’s been five years…you already forgot me?”

That makes me speechless. I couldn’t utter any word. My body becomes cold. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to say.

Hindi imposible…imposibleng tumawag siya sakin. He’s the last person na gugustuhin kong makausap. Matagal na ng huli kaming mag-usap pero ‘di ko makakalimutan ang boses na iyon.

Akmang sasagot ako ng bigla itong magsalita muli.

“I can’t wait to see you again…I miss you. “, then the call ended.

Hindi ko alam kung bakit pero bigla na lang nanghina ang mga tuhod ko at kusa akong napaupo. Bakit sya tumawag? If it’s about my missing sister why would he said those words? What does he mean? Unti-unting nanumbalik sa aking isipan ang mga nangyari noon lalo na ang gabing iyon, ang huli naming pag-uusap.

Umalis ako ng Pilipinas para ipagpatuloy ang pangarap ko at lumayo para na rin sa ikabubuti ng lahat. Seeing them happy makes my heart scattered into pieces. Yung makita ang taong mahal ko na may kapiling ng iba ay hindi ko na kaya pang makita. And yes, I escape from the reality at nagpatuloy na lang ng aking buhay dito sa Italy, for the better.

I let tears escape my eyes. What is happening now? I thought everything was ok. How come na nagyayari ang mga bagay na ito?

Ilang taon na ang nakalipas gusto ko ng kalimutan ang nangyari noon ang pagkakamali ko na matagal ko ng pinagsisihan…pero bakit ba sya nagparamdam ulit? Bakit?

I thought my feelings for you is gone...but why do I feel this way again?

Why did you said those words to me again A-Adrian? My sister’s husband…