"DEAR SANDRO,
If one day, I'll be gone. Please look for me. Please don't give up. I'll always be waiting for you.
-Your Clarion."
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"A--no?" Hindi ako makapaniwala sa narinig ko.
"Yes. Almost 50% of the Marcoses employees and security are on our side." Julie said.
"Why... why are you doing this, Dad?" I asked my dad.
Tuloy tuloy naman ang pagpatak ng luha ko.
His face was expressionless but I can see in his eyes that there is something more than what he shows.
"Para sa hukbong sandatahan, para sa bagong Pilipinas." He answered.
"That is bullsht!" I exclaimed.
"Kaya kung gusto mo pang mabuhay si Sandro. You will follow what we tell you what to do." He said.
Bigla naman dumating si Libby na may dalang papel.
"Ito na po yung ticket" She said habang iniabot ito kay Dad.
"What ticket.. what is that."
"You are going to London."
Libby answered.
"What?!"
"No...hindi...I can't, Dad..."
"Please..."
I held onto my Dad's arms.
"'Wag nyo akong dalhin doon..."
I was literally pleading.
I don't want to go there.
Because the last time I went there I was hypnotized to forget Sandro.
"Dad.. maawa ka.."
"I will do anything... I will not see Sandro anymore just please don't hurt him and please don't make me forget him..."
I begged my Dad.
I was kneeling in front of him.
Crying.
Praying that he would change his mind.
"This is for your own good." He pulled me up.
"No Dad... please.."
"Titiisin ko ang lahat, Dad... 'wag lang ito."
I continued pleading but he just stared at me.
"Prepare her things." My Dad told Julie and Libby.
"Stay here until ready na lahat ng gamit mo."
My Dad said and then he shut the door again.
"Dad... no...!" I shouted and keep banging on the door.
Hours has passed by and nakaupo pa din ako sa may pintuan when I heard this familiar voice.
BINABASA MO ANG
Dear Sandro
FanfictionFanfiction #4 Clarion, a basher and not so fan of Sandro has been sending him anonymous letter since he became the congressman of Ilocos. Little did she know that her letters are being tracked down by Sandro himself. Anong gagawin nya kung isang ara...