Pretty but Deadly

Chapter 19: Latter Option

I don't know how long I'm staring at this crumpled black paper. Fucking hell! It's been what? A week? Yeah. It's been a week since I received this letter from an unknown source. But I can't still get over about it.

Hindi ko alam kung sino ang nagbigay, kung anong motibo nito, saang organisasyon siya galing, at anong kailangan nito sa akin. Wala akong ideya. I don't even know if he's telling the truth. Kilala niya raw ang ulo ng Clemente Mafia. Nakilala ko na rin daw ito. It might be true. Or not. Ugh! I don't really know! Damn! It's like a riddle, a mystifying, misleading, and puzzling letter posed as a problem to be solved.

Though one thing is for sure... He knows almost everything about me. He knows who killed both of my parents. And that's one of my deepest, darkest secret I didn't share to anyone, except Max and accidentally, Gazelle. Of course, they didn't tell it to others, right? Or not. Oh, crap! I'm not entirely sure of everything. This is so fucking frustrating!

My thoughts were dit'ssurbed when I heard three knocks from the door. I quickly put the letter inside the pocket of Katy's pants that I borrowed. Or should I say, she let me borrowed. She has been lending me some clothes this past few days. Wala naman akong sinasabing pahiramin niya ako dahil kayang-kaya kong bumili. But anyways, hayaan na lang natin.

"Come in." Wika ko kay Katy. Well, I supposed it was Katy. Dalawa lang naman kami dito. And if it's the demon, he's not fond of knocking. Magugulat ka na lang andito na siya sa loob.

But to my surprise, Chris entered the room. Oh, I forgot about him. "Hi." Nakangiting bati nito.

I just stared at him, not returning the smile. "What do you need?" Taas-kilay kong bungad sa kanya. His smile didn't drop nor falter. Okay, I'm clearly showing him that I'm the kind of person that you should not approach. But why he's still this friendly?

"I'm paying you, girls, a visit. And also, giving some groceries." Still smiling. Wala na akong nagawa ng umupo ito sa kamang kinauupuan ko rin. "Are you find here? Do you want to transfer to a much more bigger place? My house is open for the two of you." He said with concern. It's happening again. He is too generous that I'm becoming suspicious. Ang alam ko ay siya rin ang nagbabayad dito sa tinitirahan naming apartment.

"Ayos na ko dito." I dismissed him. It's better if he leaves now. I'm not into this 'kamustahan'.

"Sigurado ka bang ayaw mong umalis doon sa restawran na pinapasukan mo? Tanong niya maya-maya. Nagtataka ko itong tinignan.

"Why?"

"Ah, nothing. I just think that you'll have a bigger opportunity in my company." Saad niya.

"I'm find being a waitress." Tangi ko sa pangalawang pagkakataon. Opportunity? I'm not looking for big opportunity in a job. I'm craving for my own freedom. Maaaring di na rin ako magtrabaho. I've already earned lots of money years ago in my bank accounts. And being a waitress is just a cover-up. I can drop that anytime I want. Kung sabagay, walang alam ang kausap ko tungkol sa totoong nangyayare.

I thought he'll stop this nonsense conversation. But no, this time he became serious.