Heartbeats Don't Lie (Will You Believe?) (Fame Series 8) ☑

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

If I were to choose between having an ability to read people's mind or having an ability to feel nothing, I'll choose the latter.

They say depressed people are numb, but why do I still feel pain? Why do I still feel disappointed everytime to myself? Why do I still feel pathetic and desperate?

"Uuwi akong Pilipinas, sa susunod na araw ang flight."

I arched my brow at her as I continue eating the slice of pizza I'm holding.  "Why? I thought you'll be staying out from that awful country?"

She sigh. "Phillipines is not awful-"

"But the memories are." I cut her off.

She gaped at me, and then shook her head in disbelief. Lumapit siya sa ref at inilabas ang freshmilk niya, she poured some in her empty bowl and then add cereals.

"Mom is sick, she  desperately wants me there." She said, hopelessly.

"Hmm, you sure she wants you there?" Sabi ko pa, habang may lamang pagkain pa ang bibig.

I know I'm being annoying, it's just that, I know how she exactly feels. Her Parents has never been good to her, sort of... just like mine, and now her mother is asking her back? For what? For another pain? Ridiculous. Or should I say hilarious perhaps?

"I'm not sure, siguro?" Lyka shrugged her shoulders off.

I snorted and finished my food. Tumayo na ako at nag-inat, it's already past ten, I just got home from work, siya naman ay galing pa sa school nila. She said she's done eating dinner with her classmates, but then she felt craving for cereals so she joined me. Pangalawang bowl na niya ng cereals ngayon actually.

"Well goodluck!" I said out of sarcasm.

She smirked. My shoulders immediately fell, I hate that smirk.

"Goodluck to us, you must say. You're coming with me."

"No way." I quickly commented.

Her smirk widened. "You shall come with me, Lira. It's been six years! You can't stay your ass here forever."

I remained silent. It's been six years but I still don't feel like coming back. The people I left in that country... I'm afraid they might still treat me nicely just because I'm sick. I hate that.

And Dwight... In these past years, I've been spending my sleepless night imagining the possible reactions I'll gain when I got to see him again.

And those imaginations I got, are totally not ideal, that I always ended up hurting. And my Dad, he didn't call me, not even once. That hurts me more. Did he even know I went missing? Does he ever cared at all? I am his daughter but he's acting like I'm not.... and that's making me bitter every seconds I spend. Did he regret having me?

"So you better call your friend, and tell him to not bother taking any flight anymore, kasi tayo ang uuwi, okay?" She's referring to Porn Star.

"Yeah, I almost forgot about that Porn Star." I mumbled and drank my water.

I caught Lyka staring at me intently. Tinaasan ko siya ng kilay habang umiinom parin ng tubig. She then crossed her arms with a ghost grin on her lips.

"Kailan ka ba aamin?"

"Aamin ng what?" Tanong ko.

"Na kayo na?"

I was about to comment, but she cut me off.

"Don't you dare deny it! I saw the two of you kissing! And take note, he's been coming here every month! Once a week every month! Just to what? Just to spend time with you! Kung friends lang kayo, he shouldn't exert too much effort just to see his friend. Parang kusina lang niya ang lugar na ito para sa kaniya eh, parang hindi niya kailangan ng more than 12 hours flight para lang makita ka." She said with a matter of fact tone.

I just hissed and went inside my room, not minding her intrigued questions. Well, wala naman akong sasabihin. Wala naman kaming relasyon. He is just my friend. Plainly... platonic.

We tried. We actually tried to work things out. But it didn't happen. I must admit that I have learned to like him, but I just couldn't love him. And he don't deserve that. So before we could even start something, I ended it in a brisk.

Another day came, and I needed to work again, para hindi ako mamatay sa pagkaka-bored. Alam ko namang kahit sabihin ko pang ayaw kong samahan si Lyka pabalik sa Pinas, ay wala rin naman akong magagawa. Lyka will only do something to make me agree. Kaya nagpaalam na ako sa boss ko. Though, I only asked to have a month of leave.

I felt nothing as I stepped out from the airport. I actually expected my heart to beat faster, or to feel nervous or terrified. Pero wala. I feel completely fine. Normal but in a weird way.

"Lira, didiretso na ako sa mansyon, how about you?" She asked the moment we finally settled down inside the taxi she booked for us.

"Sa bahay ko nalang. Hindi ko kayang makipag-plastikan sa Daddy mo." I frankly said.

Naalala ko kasi si Daddy sa ama niya. Kaya naiinis ako. Hindi dahil magkatulad sila ni Daddy, kundi dahil alam ko ang nararamdaman ni Lyka. I know how it hurts. Siguro kaya rin naging magkaibigan kami ni Lyka, dahil parehas kami.

Just like what we have planned. Uuwi ako sa bahay ko, at siya naman ay didiretso na sa mansyon nila. My house surely is not that clean right now, but nevermind. Nung umalis kasi ako ay binigyan ko nalang ng isang taon ang mga maids na nagpupunta sa bahay para maglinis once a week para manatili sa bahay, may sweldo rin, hanggang sa makahanap na sila ng bagong trabaho.

Tahimik at maduming bakuran ang bumungad sa akin pagkabukas nang pagkabukas ko ng gate. I locked the gate before getting inside the house.

I frowned, kung gaano kasi kadumi ang labas ng bahay ay ganoon din kalinis ang sa loob. May mga indoor plants pangang nakadisplay sa may sala. And to be here... inside the house somehow feels... strange.  Maybe Lyka called someone to clean the house for me.

Hindi na ako nag-tour pa sa bahay, dahil maliban sa alam ko naman na ang bawat sulok neto, ay pwede ko ring gawin ito sa ibang araw. For now, I am just so tired and all I need is rest.

I just hope there will be no more headaches... I just want to spend my one month here in the Philippines, peacefully.

Umakyat na ako sa itaas at kaagad na dumiretso sa aking kwarto. My forehead knotted when I smelled lemon air freshener, na para bang kani-kanina lang may nag-spray dito sa kwarto ko.

Unti-unti akong lumapit sa kama ko. I smelled the bed sheets and the pillows, it smells newly washed. Nilapag ko ang maleta ko sa sahig, at inobserbahan pa ng maigi ang paligid.

Something had changed....

"She's not here yet. Yes of course, nalinis ko na. Ang sa labas nalang ng bahay ang hindi, nagkaroon kasi ng emergency sa site kaya natagalan ako. I still have time to cook... do you know her favorite dishes?"

Natigilan ako nang bigla kong narinig ang isang sobrang pamilyar na boses, at ang mabibigat netong mga yapak papalapit. Sakto namang pag-ikot ko ay ang pag-bukas ng pinto. Revealing the owner of the voice...