The Angel's Portrait ✔

Chapter 14

"Mauna na ako mga ineng. Maraming salamat Isabel."- nakangiting paalam ni nanay Edna.

"Mag iingat po kayo."

Lumabas na ito at tumungo sa tarangkahan dahil naaninag na namin ang papalapit na bulto ni Tatay Lando.

Gusto ko pa sana itong ihatid hanggang duon pero hindi ko alam kung bakit parang nawalan ako ng lakas magmula ng sabihin sa akin ni Aniela yung tungkol duon.

Pagkasara ko ng pintuan ay nakarinig na ako ng pag tikhim mula sa likuran ko.

I clenched my jaw and shut my eyes. I was controlling my annoyance that was starting to build up in my whole system as of this moment.

I turn to her and walk past her, but she's quick enough to grab my arm.

"Can we talk?"

Tinanggal ko naman ang kamay nya sa braso ko.

"Saka na."- mataman na sagot ko at muling humakbang.

"Aria--"

Padabog akong humarap sa kanya. Hindi naman nagbago ang reaksyon nito. Parang expected na nya na ganun ang gagawin ko.

"I'm so fed up with different information today, Aniela! I don't even know what to believe now! So, can you just please stay away for now? I want to have some time with myself!" - I blurted out in frustration.

Napasuklay pa ako sa buhok ko sa inis ng makaramdam kaagad ako ng konsensya.

Tinalikuran kona sya bago pa sya sumagot . Mabilis akong nakadating sa kwarto ko. I locked myself there.

Matagal na yata akong nakahiga sa kama ko pero lipad pa din ang isip ko.

Bumangon lamang ako ng maisipan kong pagtagpi tagpiin ang impormasyon sa isip ko.

I got myself a paper and a ballpen, and I quietly sat in front of the window.

Cursed portrait

Life and Death

Guardian Angel: Human

Cellphone ko naman ang nilabas ko at nagtipa sa search bar.

The Angel's Portrait

Maraming lumabas na impormasyon. Pero litrato ng katulad ng sa portrait ang hinanap ko.

Pahirapan pa nga dahil hindi ko makita.

"Got yah!" - I said, halfway between a shout and a whisper.

I tapped the screen, but I ended up frowning.

"Seriously?"

Made in 1989. 
Lost in the year of 2013

So it was lost? I thought it was thrown away. That's why my parents found it.

The portrait was inspired by the Greek-Roman period where angels possessed an image that is breathtakingly beautiful just like the goddesses.

It was named the "cursed portrait" because the painter believed that his work would come to life once someone with a pure heart owned it. And for the record, he's fond of fantasy. Something magical or beautiful that will eventually turn destructive.

The portrait was lost, and whoever finds it will face two fates.

It's either life or death.

(A/N: This is a made-up story about the portrait. There's no such thing existing on Google. Just so you know. I have a broad imagination.)