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“𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝘂𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗼'𝗸𝗼!” I begged on him. Pero mukhang ayaw niya na talaga.
“𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁,” he coldly replied. “𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁.”
“𝗔-𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗺 𝗸𝗼, 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗻𝗴𝗮𝘆𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴...𝘁𝘂𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗼'𝗸𝗼,” kumbinsi ko pa.
“𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘆𝗮𝗱𝗼 𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗹𝗶𝘁.”
“𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲, 𝗜 𝗮𝗺...” balik ko. “𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝘀𝘀.”
He took a sip of red wine. We were in a VIP room of a five-star hotel.
“𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁?” he asked.
“𝗞𝗮𝘀𝗶 𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄 𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗴𝗮 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝗴𝗮𝗱𝗼.” I replied.
He's Jasper Hawthorne, the most renowned and skilled lawyer in the Philippines. In all the cases he handled, he never lost, even when his client was guilty. But for an unknown reason, he stopped taking cases.
“𝗛𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶 𝗺𝗼 𝗮𝗸𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗮 𝘀𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗺𝗯𝘂𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗮 𝗺𝗼 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀, 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮.” He coldly said.
“𝗛𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆. 𝗜𝗸𝗮𝘄 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗮 𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗸𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗼,” I pleaded again. “𝗣𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁*𝘆 𝗻𝗶 𝗚𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗮 𝗸𝗼 𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗴𝘆𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘆𝗮.”
Natahimik kaming dalawa ng ilang minuto.
“𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝗲, 𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝘂𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗮? 𝗕𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗼 𝗮𝗸𝗼,” anya. “𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁?”
Dapat matuwa na ako kasi sa wakas pumayag na siya, pero ang problema naman kung saan ako kukuha nang ipambabayad sakaniya. Tama siya, wala nga kong pera.
“𝗛𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶 𝗸𝗮 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼 𝗯𝗼𝗯* 𝗱𝗶𝗯𝗮? 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶 𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗽𝗶𝗻 𝗻𝗮 𝗸𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗼 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻.” Walang emosyon niyang puna pa sa sinabi.
Natahimik ako sa sinabi niya, dahil lahat ng lumalabas sa bibig niya, tama. Naging bob* nga ako sa part na, humingi ako ng tulong niya tapos wala akong pera na pambayad sakaniya.
Kung may mas magaling lang attorney na 'to, hindi-hindi ako lalapit sakaniya. Pero wala akong choice.
3 months ago, kitang-kita ng dalawang mata ko kung pano patayin nang mortal na kaaway ni papa na si mr, Gatchalian ang papa ko. Kung hindi niya ako itinago sa cabinet, baka nasa langit narin siguro ako ngayon.
