Arisia Lives As A Villainess ✔

Season 2: Chapter 20

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Season 2

Chapter 20

“Arisia!” I screamed. Humahangos akong bumangon habang hawak ang aking dibdib na parang tumigil. It was like I just stopped breathing but my heart miraculously beat. Saka ako nakahinga nang maluwag nang ilang mga minuto. “Arisia?” I muttered in realization of what came from my mouth earlier. “Who in the world is Arisia?” Napakunot ako.

That name is unfamiliar but strangely comfortable when I say it. Arisia. Who is she?

Ilang beses akong napakurap bago napailing at niwala na lang sa isip ang mga iyon. I disheveled my hair and and looked at the mirror. I was frozen for a bit when I saw girl in a split of a second.

A goddess-like lady with ebony hair and emerald eyes. She was alluring.

I scoffed.

What is wrong with me? I must still be dreaming.

I nibbled my lips.

This is creepy.

I shook my head and washed my face. Nang tumingin ako ulit sa salamin ay umilaw ng berde ang aking mga mata. It was gone again. Napaawang ako at napahawak sa salamin. “This is strange. I thought I have green eyes.” I uttered. “I must be going crazy.” A chuckle escaped from my lips. “Also, why am I formally speaking?” Curious. “Whatever. Kailangan ko lang ng libro.” I reminded myself.

Right, I just need a book as my stress reliever. I am just stressed that is why some strange things are happening to me.

I went to the nearest bookstore. Deja vu. It was the same cashier who served me before I died. Napahinto ako.

Wait, I died?

I blinked a few times. Napahawak ako sa aking ulo.

Why does it feels like something is missing? Is there a loophole in my memories? Why did I say that I died?

I snorted.

Should I go to a doctor?

Casually, I shook those thoughts away. Hinablot ko na lang ang pinakamalapit na libro sa akin at pumunta na sa kahera.

“Seven-hundred thirty-two pesos.” Nakangiting bati sa akin ng babaeng kahera. I mentally rolled my eyes.

“Slow. Will it not hurt to be faster?” Hindi mapigilang lumabas sa aking bibig dahil sa tagal niyang pagbabalot.

“Po?”

“Bilisan mo.” I gave her a glare that made her jerk.

“O-Opo!” Dali-dali niyang ibinigay ang binili kong libro at ang barya. I calmly stormed out from the bookstore.

Sumampa ako sa aking kama pagdating ko sa aking kama..

“Really, what is wrong with me?” Tulala kong ani bago binuksan ang libro bago magbasa. I was invested in reading until I slept.

The next day, I had the same routine. I was reading my book while sipping on my coffee when the doorbell rang. I was confused but I still opened the door to see who it is. Bihira lang kasi ang mga kumakatok sa aking pintuan. It was just those deliveries but I remembered that I had no prior orders.

“Who is it?” Ani ko nang mabuksan ko ang pinto. A middle-aged woman who was in the verge of crying greeted me.

“I-Ikaw ba si Raji Shio?” Her voice quivered. Her eyes looked pleading and I do not like it.