Moonstruck: Divulgence

DIVULGENCE 03

𝓙𝓪𝔂𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓩𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓼

I was pacing back and forth, having second thoughts. Nagdadalawang isip ako kung hihingi ba ako ng tulong sa kaniya. He's a close friend of mine, but he's too annoying and too clingy. These past few days, hindi na kami masyadong nagkakasama dahil na rin may sari-sarili kaming pinagkaabalahan.

My phone rang three times. It's an unknown number. As a Deputy Police Chief, I don't usually ignore unknown calls because there's a possibility it's an important tip from an anonymous citizen, though I'm an undercover police officer. No one knows my real identity as a DPC except for my colleagues.

I answered the call and waited for him to talk. I inserted my left hand into my pockets and tapped my right foot on the ground.

"Jayshin Zacharias," he said from the other line. Wait. How did he know my name? Nobody knows my real name aside from my friends and co-police. I'm using Hanzo whenever I introduce myself to anyone for precautionary purposes. Hindi ko kilala ang lahat ng tao at ang pakay nila sa akin kaya itinatago ko ang pagkakakilanlan ko.

They know me as Hanzo Zacharias, a businessman. Hindi nila ako kilala sa propesyon ko bilang parak. They may know me by the name of Hanzo, but I have never been to any business events. Kaya wala silang ideya sa hitsura ko.

"And you are?" I asked from the other line.

"Alucard Zialent, a detective from South HQ," he introduced himself. Nakuha niya ang interes ko ng banggitin niya ang 'South HQ'. Isa siyang detective kaya hindi nakapagtatakang kilala niya ako, marahil ay batchmate ko siya. His surname, Zialent, is a bit familiar.

"Anong kailangan mo?" I queried directly to the point. Hindi ko siya kilala o kaibigan kaya hindi nakakasiguro akong hindi siya tumawag para maki-pagchismisan lang.

"I'll send the location. See you." No more than that, and he ended the call. Gaya ng sinabi niya ay nakatanggap ako ng mensahe sa kaparehang numerong ginamit niya.

Nag-ring ang phone ko pero hindi na galing ang tawag kay Alucard kundi kay Vale. I was about to call him earlier to seek help, but it seemed like he's the only one who needs a hand.

"Hey Jayshin," he greeted with a glee. "I have been calling your number for the nth time but it says the line is busy. Whom are you talking to, huh?" Then his mood suddenly changed, from happy to annoyed one.

"Hey," I greeted him back, grimacing.

"You know Alucard? I forwarded your number to him since he asked for help. He's a friend of mine kaya hindi ko siya matanggihan. And you know, you are the only person I know that can lend him a hand aside from Brint but he said he's busy applying for Head Forensic Analyzer," he babbled from the other line.

Now understand, kaya pala hindi natanggap ang pinsan ko sa YG Forensics. Kasedohan ba namang mag-apply bilang head? Malamang hindi siya tatanggapin.

"He called earlier; that's why my line is busy," I explained, tapping my feet on the ground.

"Oh, is that so? Saan ka? Nasa coffeeshop ka na ba?" he then asked. What? Don't tell me, na sasama siya?

"Nasa labas ako ng unit mo," napapahiyang sabi ko. Bakit ba kasi ako nandito? Hihingi sana ako ng tulong sa kaniya para mag-apply bilang Dean sa WCIS. Kung 'yon lang ang paraan para makakuha ng impormasyon at makontrol ko ang nagaganap sa paaralan, I will take the risk, kaysa naman sa maupo lang ako at manood.

"Sinusundo mo ba ako?" nakangising sabi niya pagkabukas ng pinto. I hissed at him and turned my back. Nagsimula na akong maglakad palayo sa kaniya. Sa dinami-dami ba naman ng p'wede kong hingan ng tulong bakit siya pa? Simply because of his name, Havier, is damn powerful.

Bahala siya sa buhay niya. I tapped the down button of the elevator and went inside. It was about to close when he entered.

"Bakit mo ko iniwan? Don't you know that's rude?" he snorted, loosening his tie.

I hissed and waited for the elevator to land on the ground floor. Inis ko siyang pinanood ng siya pa ang naunang sumakay sa Maybach ko. Sa driver's seat pa talaga. The audacity!

"Umalis ka d'yan, Vale!" I spoke in a firm voice.

"Gusto ko lang namang i-try itong sasakyan mo," he grimaced and pouted as if I would fall for that.

"You're a reckless driver, baka makabangga ka pa," I said, irritated. Marahas at sapilitan ko siyang tinulak papuntang shotgun seat.

"Fuck!" Wala akong pake kahit mauntog pa siya ng ilang beses.

"Gusto ko lang masubukang makapag-drive ng mumurahing sasakyan. Like you know, hindi ko pa kasi na-try," he said, annoyed and caressing his head.

He talks normally, but he sounds like he is bragging. Normal na sa kaniya ang magyabang kaya na-immune na rin ako sa ugali niya. And to tell you frankly, ako lang ang kaibigan niyang nakakatagal sa ugali niya. Let's just say na ako lang talaga ang kaibigan niya.

"Mumurahin? You're calling my Maybach mumurahin? Damn, this costs a billion dollars, dude," hindi makapaniwalang bulalas ko at inis na hinarap siya. Everyone cannot afford a luxurious car like mine.

"That's cheap, dude. Naghihirap ka na ba?" he then asked and put on his seat belt.

Napamaang ako sa sinabi niya, kumibot ang labi ko pero pinili kong 'wag na lang magsalita. Wala namang patutunguhan ang pakikupag-usap ko sa kaniya.

"Anyway, hindi mo ba ako kukuning lawyer para sa pagkuha sa rights at custody ng anak mo?" he opened the subject while gazing at me in the rear view mirror.

"Prosecutor ka, hindi ka lawyer," inis na sagot ko at hindi man lang siya tinapuanan ng tingin.

"All prosecutors are lawyers, dude. I'm a prosecutor slash lawyer. Lahat ng klase ng law inaral ko, personal injury, immigration, criminals, general practice, civil, tax, and any types you can think of. That's how talented I am!" he started bragging.

Oh, c'mmon! Here we go again. Hindi ko alam kung anong pinaglalaban niya kaya hindi na lang ako sumagot. Mas gusto ko pang matulog kaysa marinig ang pagbubuhat ng bangko at pagbibigay puri niya sa sarili.

"Sometimes I admire myself, isa akong inspiration sa mga kabataan ngayon. Ang talino ko diba?" he queried, praising himself. How I badly wish na sana dala ko ang headphones ko.

"Palibhasa walang pumupuri sayo. Ano 'yan self-support?" pangbabara ko sa kaniya na ikinangiwi niya.

He hissed. "I'm just stating the facts," he argued defensively.

"Yeah, you're stating the fucks," I smirked, mocking him.

"Nice joke, Jayshin," he giggled.

"Joke? What the fuck? Hindi 'yun joke," I hissed at him while he's still laughing his ass off.

Nag-park ako sa parking space na provided ng coffee shop para sa mga customers. Hindi naman kami nahirapang hanapin si Alucard dahil nagtaas kaagad siya ng kamay ng pumasok kami sa glass window ng mamahaling coffee shop.

"This coffee shop is so cheap!" Vale said, annoyed. As expected from a pompous rich kid.

Alucard Zialent, a police detective from the South HQ, showcased his gratitude for my presence.

"How about me? Hindi ka ba magte-thank you sa akin?" sabad ni Vale na nakatayo pa rin.

"Oh, thanks, Vale," he said with a thick sarcasm. "Have a seat," he invited, pointing to the chair beside me. Nag-aalangan siyang nagpalit-palit ang tingin sa upuan at kay Alucard.

"Masyadong cheap ang upuan na 'to. Wala ba silang resin na medieval style?" pagde-demand niya.

𝚁𝚢𝚔𝚎𝚛𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗