Loving the Nation's Idol

#WTMH Roll 18: Until It Lasts

Facebook Page to read #LTNI free (even with no data): •ᴥ• Happy Virus •ᴥ•

and in Facebook Group: MARPLE DAME Stories.

A/N: ⚈ ̫ ⚈ OY! Magbasa at Mag-vote. ⭐

Enjoy!

🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

Buong katawan ni Cordelia ang nanginginig sa galit matapos niyang malakas na tinapon ang cellphone niya sa dingding ng kwarto niya. Her vision turns dark with contempt, her whole face red as a devil. Naningkit ang mga mata niyang tumingin sa labas ng bintana.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Buong lakas niyang tili sa naramdamang poot at galit na namumuo sa puso niya.

> 📱 Director Faulkner: "Mrs. Miller, I-I am terribly sorry. I called to inform you that one of your grandsons, who said to be a prince, came here to get your husband. We can't do anything since he is a royalty plus Mr. Miller was not forced but willingly approach him to be taken away. A-Also... your grandson... threatened to shut down the whole facility. Pasensiya na po kayo, Mrs. Miller, hindi lang po kasi si Mr. Miller ang pasyente namin at kung tuluyan man ipasara ang asylum ay maraming maapektuhan k-kaya... d-di nalang po naming pinigilan at hinabol ang apo niyo na dala ang a-asawa niyo po."

Sa nangingit-ngit na kalooban ay nagsalin ng wine si Cora sa crystal glass para pakalmahin ang sarili. "H-Hindi 'ata natuturuan ng magandang asal ni Jared ang anak niya. Sumasali sa problema ng mga matatanda."

Yet... she can't bring herself to drink the wine. She looked at the blood-red colored liquid on the glass. She can see on the rippled surface of the wine the faces of Francis, Arthur and Mary laughing, mocking her for being a fool.

'KATAWA KA, CORA!'

'NAISAHAN KA SA MISMONG ILALIM NG ILONG MO!'

'SA SARILI MONG APO KA PA NABIKTIMA!'

'FOOLISH!'

'WEAK!'

'YOU ARE FORVER ALONE!'

"SHUT UP!!!" She shouted at the top of her lungs and throw the glass on the wall – staining it red. "FUCK ALL OF YOU!!" Sinapo niya ang noo. "No, no... a-ako pa rin ang huling hahalakhak sa'ting apat. I... I will stand above your dead bodies.... YES! YES!" Umiiyak siyang ngumiti. "THE DEAD... SHOULD REMAIN DEAD! And those who are supposed to be dead... m-must be killed... HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!" She laughs crazily that echoes inside her whole room.

🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

MÁLAGA, SPAIN | WINERIA de MILLER

Sofia is leaning her lower body on the corner of the office table while studying the result of the newly fermented wine. "Hmm... I think we could produce 100 barrels plus before this harvesting season ends." Kinuha niya ang lapis sa mesa at may sinulat na notes sa hawak na papel.

Tumaas ang tingin niya mula sa dokumento papunta sa pintuan ng opisina nang bumukas iyon at pumasok si Santino na halatang hinahabol ang hininga nito. "Santi?"

He composes himself us beads of sweats shine his forehead and neck. "S-Sofia."

She shrugs. "What are you doing here?" Tiningnan niya ang relong-pambisig. "It's still 9AM, Santino. Di pa breaktime. Di dahil isa ka sa may-ari ay pwede ka nang ---- "