Angel's Mission (Taglish)

Chapter 1

Kabanata 1

Sabi nila, You Only Live Once (YOLO). That’s why you need to seize every moment. Every time the clock starts to tick make sure to make wonderful memories and leave a markable step behind.

That’s my one and only motto. And that’s why I’ll keep myself busy all the time. Parties everywhere. Shopping everywhere. Hard liquor everywhere. Smokes everywhere.

That’s the definition of life for me.

“Another shot of tequila.” Walang gana kong utos sa bartender. Habang nilalaro yung huling shot glass na ginamit ko.

“Sigurado po ba kayo, Ma’am? Marami-rami na rin po ang nainom nyo. Baka kung mapano po kayo.”

Napaangat ako ng tingin sa bartender matapos marinig ang mga sinabi nito. Sa tingin ko ay hindi nalalayo ang edad nit okay Dave. Maayos at desente ang itsura nito kumpara sa mga ibang bartender na nakilala ko.

Mukhang bago ang isang ito. Ngayon ko lang ito nakita. At ngayon lang din may kumausap sa’kin ng maayos sa lugar na ito. Ang tipikal kasi na senaryo para sa’kin ay ang mga simpleng pambabastos ng mga tao dito. Mula sa simpleng pagtitig hanggang sa pagsasalita.

Sanay na ako sa mga taong ganun. I know way too well how to play with those kind of jerks anyway.

Tinaasan ko lang sya ng kilay ta binugahan ng usok mula sa sigarilyo ko.

“Why do you care? Just get me what I want.” Mataray na sagot ko dito.

He tilted his head and I followed his gaze. Napatingin sya sa mga naunang shot glasses na ginamit ko. Kahit ako ay hindi ko na nabilang kung nakailang baso na ba ako. What I’m sure is I’m always the first customer of this bar.

“I have money and I can pay. Just get me what I want or do you want to be jobless after this?” Pananakot ko dito nang hindi pa rin sya gumagalaw sa harap ko.

“I just-“

Galit syang tumingin sa’kin. And then within a second his facial expression became soft.

“Nevermind.” Mahinang sagot nito. At tumalikod na para kunin ang order ko.

The way he looked at me earlier. I can’t explain what was that and I’m not really sure kung pag-aalala ba ang nakita ko sa mga mata nya or I’m just seeing things.

I guess it’s the latter one. Hindi ko naman kilala ang taong ito para mag-alala sya sa’kin.

Instead arguing with him I just focused my eyes on my surroundings.

Kanya-kanyang grupo ang mga taong nandito. Nagsisigawan at nagtatawanan. Most of the people are dancing and drinking in every corners while there are some who are just flirting.

I totally don’t mind if I see them naked and making out in front of me. The hell I care about them and I’m used to it already.

I’m more comfortable in this bar than in my own home. For the past three years, this place has been my comfort zone. If the owner allowed me before to rent one of the VIP rooms here I’m willing to make this as my apartment.

Pag sa bahay kasi, I feel suffocated every time. May tao man o wala. I just don’t like being there. Feeling empty and alone.

“One shot of tequila.”

“Thanks.” Sagot ko sa bartender at agad inubos yun.

“Generation nowadays.” Sabay talikod nito sa’kin.

“And what do you mean by that?” I asked.

Sumusobra na ang isang ito. Ayaw ko na sanang patulan pero nauubos na ang pasensya ko.

“Oh, nothing. Don’t mind me.” He answered then crooked a smile.

“Don’t you know who I am?” I have no intentions para ipamukha sana sa taong ito kung sino ako pero pinipilit nya ako.

“I know you. Christina Elise. The rich, stubborn and narrow-minded lady of the Sandoval, right?”

And then it happened, I just found myself slapped this arrogant bartender.

“Yes, I’m stubborn and narrow-minded lady but you don’t have the right to judge me. Did you think that the generation you’re talking about is having fun drinking all night and get drunk? Uuwi ng lasing sa bahay, magsusuka, matutulog at magigising kinabukasan? It’s not just simple like the way you think it is. It’s more than that. You just know my name but you don’t know me and you don’t know my f*****g story.”

I can’t believe I just lost my temper to this guy. Daig pa sya ng mga haters ko sa school. Maybe this is the side effect of the tequila he brought me earlier. I’m becoming sensitive and vulnerable. Medyo nanlalabo na rin ang paningin ko. Dagdagan pa ng mga usok ng sigarilyo mula sa mga taong nanonood sa’min at nakiki-usyoso.

“Hey, this will help you to calm a bit.” A random guy approached me and handed me a drink.

Kukunin ko na sana yun pero hinawakan ng bartender yung kamay ko.

Just who the hell he think he is?!

“Don’t drink this. Just go home, Miss Sandoval.”

“Let my hand go. Who do you think you are?! You’re just a bartender. And I’ll make sure that after this wala ka ng trabaho at wala ng bar na tatanggap sa’yo!”.

I really didn’t mean what I said but after hearing those. He looked hurt and slowly ley my hand go. And that’s the time the guy who offered me a drink to simply touch my waist and pull me closer to him.

Waiting for opportunity, huh.

Before I could speak again, someone from behind touched the guy’s hand before it travels to God knows were.

“Don’t touch her.”

One sentence.

Just one sentence makes my heart shiver and warmth at the same time.

Kahit hindi na ako lumingon pa ay kilalang-kilala ko ang nagmamay-ari ng boses na yun.

So, he did came huh? Akala ko ba busy ang taong ito sa girlfriend nya na kulang nalang tubuan ng buntot para maging tuko sa kanya.

“Dude, what’s your problem huh?” Tanong ni Mr. M. Short for Manyakis.

“Babe, do you know this guy? Is this your boyfriend?” Baling naman nito sa’kin. Dahilan para harapin ko sila.

“I don’t have a boyfriend. And I don’t know him.” I answered without a blink of an eye.

At kahit na kay Mr. M pa rin ako nakaharap, I saw his jaw tightened. Proving that he’s slowly losing his patience.

Hindi yata ako papaya na ako lang ang mahu-humiliate ngayong gabi. Dapat sya rin.

“See? The girl doesn’t know you dude. But if you really want her, ako munang mauuna then your turn. Or if you want we could do a threesome? What do you think huh?” Sabay hawak ni Mr. M sa balikat nito.

Wrong choice of words and wrong move.

And within a second, namimilipit na sa sakit si Mr. M dahil nabali lang naman ang mga daliri nya sa kamay.

Then that’s the time he grabbed my hand. Hihilahin nya na sana ako palabas ng lugar na yun pero hinila ako pabalik ni Mr. M.

Really? Gusto nya rin bang mabalian ng mga daliri sa isa nya pang kamay? Napaka-persistent pala nang isang ito.

“She’s my w***e. Sa akin sya sasa-“

Before Mr. M could finished his sentence. Naunahan na syang suntukin ni Dave sa mukha.

Serves him right.

“If you ever lay a finger on my sister again. I swear, buburahin ko yang pagmumukha mo.”

Then we stormed out of the bar. Leaving the audiences and Mr. M dumbfounded from what was happen.

Saka lang ako binitawan ni Dave nang makarating na kami sa parking area.

“Sakay.” Utos nya sa’kin.

“Don’t want to. Bakit ka ba nandito?” Angil ko sa kanya.

Naihilamos nya naman ang sariling kamay sa mukha sa sobrang inis sa akin. I smirked habang nakikita syang frustrated.

“You’re really testing my patience, young lady. You’re already successful for making me a scene earlier. What else do you want huh?”

“Cut the crap. We both know what I want. And that’s you.” I seductively said without blinking. And then I slowly put my hands on his broad chest.

“You’re drunk. Kung anu-ano nang sinasabi mo. Tina, I’m your brother.”

“No, we’re not. We both know that we’re not blood related at all.”

“Please, don’t say that. You’re my sister. Hindi yun nagbago mula noon at hanggang ngayon. Can we just go home already? Mom and dad are definitely worried.”

And upon hearing those words nagsimula na naming kumulo ang dugo ko.

“If you want to go home. Just go home without me!”

“Don’t raise your voice to me young lady. If mom allows you to do that to her then ibahin mo’ko. And don’t make me drag you para lang sumakay sa kotse. Whether you like it or not, we’re going home.”

I’m not really sure what’s the reason why my life is so f****d up.

One, My parents raise me all this years with their lies.

Two, I don’t know who I really am.