Chapter 22: Galit
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"What are you talking about?" I asked, brows furrowed as I was trying to calm myself.
Marcus arched his brow and said, "You know what I am talking about, Ms. Perfect."
Ycca scoffed. "Shut the nonsense, Marcus. Pinag iinitan mo na naman si Mari."
Marcus chuckled. "Pinag iinitan? Imulat mo nga 'yang mga mata mo, para naman makita mo kung ano talagang nangyayari sa paligid mo."
"What the f**k are you saying?" Ycca asked again, brows furrowed.
"Ask your friend. Tutal, ang hilig mo namang makisawsaw sa hindi mo naman problema," Marcus said instead.
"Shut up, Marcus." I said. I don't really understand why he's being like this--he and Anthony.
"Shut up, bakit? Ayaw mong malaman nila ang pinag gagagawa mo?" He asked, smirking.
My brows furrowed even more. "I don't know what you are talking about," I said, shaking my head.
Marcus laughed humorlessly. "Syempre, i-di-deny mo. Sino bang kriminal ang umamin?"
Kriminal?
"Kriminal?" Aila voiced out my thoughts. "What the f**k are you saying, Marcus. This is a serious accusation."
"What are you talking about, bro?" Anthony asked as well.
Marcus looked at me from head to toe, and the way he did it, it was so offending. Para bang isa talaga akong kriminal sa paraan ng pagtitig niya sa akin.
"Ask her," he then said, pointing at me, before he left us in the quarter.
"What the hell is he talking about?" Ycca asked me.
I shook my head. "I... I don't know. I have no idea."
"Marcus said you did a crime. Mari, have you done something wrong?" Aila asked as well.
Shocked that she asked me that, I answered with an eye-widened. "No. I never did anything wrong! Why would I do that?"
"And why would Marcus said that if you really didn't?" Anthony butted in. Hindi ko alam kung bakit nandito pa siya at nakikisabat pa sa usapan namin.
"Because your friend is an insecure f*****g asshole, Anthony!" Ycca answered.
Anthony smirked. "Hindi sinungaling si Marcus, Rebecca. Siguro nga insecure siya--totoo, pero hindi yun mag iimbento ng kwento para sa walang saysay na bagay," he answered. "Kaya kung ako sa'yo, sisimulan ko nang tanungin 'yang kaibigan mo. Baka sa huli, mapahiya ka lang dahil pilit mo siyang pinagtatanggol 'yung taong marumi naman pala ang kalooban," he added and I cannot deny that his words pierced through me. My heart aches from all these.
"I told you, I am not doing anything wrong!" I yelled. "I am not keeping anything!"
I have never been accused of something I haven't done, but to be accused of something O have no idea, it hurt and humiliated me at the same time.
"Syempre, hindi mo aaminin 'yun. Kwento mo 'yan, buhay mo, malamang hindi ka aamin kung gaano ka karumi," he spat.
My eyes are moist from hearing that.
"Anthony, sumosobra ka na!" Aila butted.
"Isa ka pa! Akala niyo may mapapala kayo sa pagtatanggol niyo sa babaeng 'yan."
"For Jesus' sake! Bakit na ang i-insecure nyo? Para kayong hindi mga lalaki!" Ycca said.
But I was too hurt for these accusations that my mind started to haywire. That before I could think twice, I already stormed out of the quarters.
"Mari!" I heard Ycca and Aila called me but I was really blinded by my anger that I cannot control myself anymore.
I searched for Marcus in all the parts of the hospital that he could possibly go to until I found him at the lobby, having chit chat with the nurses in the nurse's station.
"Marcus," I called him.
He turned to me and arched his brow.
"Let's talk," I told him. "In private." I added.
I heard the giggles and teases from the nurses at the station. Someone even said, "Someone's getting a confession."
Marcus and I ignored them.
"What do you want to say that you cannot tell here and right now?" He said as he turned his attention to his clipboard.
"In private, Marcus," I repeated and I knew how I sounded demanding.
"I don't have time to talk nonsense, Amaris. If you cannot tell it right now and right here, then, just forget it."
"They don't have to hear what we have to talk about," I told him.
"Why not? Is it something so serious or is it something people shouldn't know?" He arched his brow.
"Marcus," I called out.
Marcus snorted and said, "Hindi mo ako mapapasunod dahil lang ganyan na ang tono mo, Amaris. Hindi ako katulad ng mga kaibigan mong uto-uto."
"Ohhh..." Someone commented.
"Hindi kita inuuto, Marcus. I just want to talk to you in private," I told him.
He smirked. "Bakit nga hindi mo pa sabihin dito kung gustong-gusto mo akong makausap."
"This is a private matter, Marcus."
"Private? Bawal may makaalam, bakit? Anong itinatago mo na hindi nila pwedeng malaman?"
"Marcus..."
"Umm... Excuse me, Dr. Arzadon and Dra. Claveria, mukhang seryoso 'yang pinag uusapan niyo. Baka gusto niyong sa loob na lang ng quarters nyo yan pag-usapan?" Liza, a staff nurse butted in.
But Marcus shook his head and said, "It's nothing serious, Nurse Liza. Ewan ko lang kung bakit hindi pa sabihin nitong si Amaris 'yung gusto niyang sabihin dito. Sinasayang pa ang oras ko."
Hearing that, the little amount of patience left to me suddenly evaporated. "You really want to talk about your issues here like we're some unprofessional individual, huh?"
"Issues? Unprofessional?" He asked. "If there is someone who has issues here and is unprofessional, I am hundred percent sure that it was not me," he said.
"You're already being unprofessional by accusing me of something I have no idea about, Marcus." I told him.
"Ang kapal mo rin talaga ano?" He said. "This made me wonder how long you have been scheming all the people around you, us."
"Scheming?" I asked in disbelief.
"Oh, itatanggi mo parin? Come on, Amaris. Bakit kasi hindi mo na lang aminin?"
"Wala akong aaminin, Marcus."
"Sinungaling. Hindi na ako mag tataka kung sa marumi mong paraan nakuha lahat ng achievements mo."
"What the hell are you talking about, Marcus?" I asked for the nth time.
Marcus sigh exasperatedly. "Cut the crop, Amaris. Hindi mo na ako madadaan sa pa-inosente-inosento mo. Nadiskubre ko na ang baho mo."
"Wala akong ginagawa, Marcus. Kaya kung pwede, ipaliwanag mo sa akin 'yang ibinibintang mo dahil hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit galit na galit ka sa akin!" I can no longer help but raised a voice.
Marcus scoffed. "Walang ginagawa? Talaga? Tangina..."
"What's happening here?" Dr. de La Costa suddenly spoke from behind.
"Doc, ano po, may dapat po atang pag usapan sila Dr. Arzadon at Dra. Claveria sa private," Liza answered him.
Marcus shook his head. "It's nothing, Doc. Walang saysay lang na bagay."
"Dra. Claveria?"
I shook my head. "It's nothing, Doc. I'm sorry."
I thought I was already fine with Marcus being this mean and rude at me. I thought I wouldn't care anymore, but I was wrong. Hearing all his accusations and him being this disrespectful hurt me so much.
I don't remember doing something to deserve this. I have never been disrespectful to anyone to receive this kind of disrespect.
I have always been kind, considerate, and respectful. So, why?
Why no matter how kind I am to them, they always return it in a way that will hurt me?
Why do they have to do this to me?
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