"Rebel?" takang tanong ko nang ikwento sa akin ni Noah ang nalaman niya.
"Yeah, I even repeated hacking it but still ended up the same," he stated.
"Sigurado kaba hindi mo kilala 'yon?"
"I don't," sagot ko dahil wala naman talaga akong kakilala sa parehong description niya. I am not good at memorizing people's names, but I'm sure I can easily notice the dangerous ones.
"Actually, Liv, I think it's very hard for a woman to carry Isla lalo na kung isasabit pa ito sa kisame. Ako nga ay nahirapan ibaba siya duon paano pa kaya kung babae at may parehong feature lang nang katawan mo. I mean, no offense, huh, but based on the description, parehas lang kayo nang katawan, height at kahit nga hairstyle eh."
"So, sinasabi mong imposibleng siya ang pumatay kay Isla? "I retorted, making him stiff.
"No, what I mean is, kung babae ang gumawa nito maaaring hindi ang pagkakabigti ang ikinamatay ni Isla. He might have died already, bago pa siya isabit sa kisame." Natulala ako ng sabihin niya iyon at pinilit balikan ang pang-yayari nang dumating ako sa apartment.
He was hanging from the ceiling with his eyes and mouth shut. Kung totoong namatay siya sa pagkakabigti malamang mulat ang mata niya at nakabuka ang bibig dahil sa paghahabol ng hininga. Another thing is that I clearly remember a drolling of saliva on his chin. Oh my god, he must be poisoned!
"I know what you are thinking, Liv, pero uunahan na kita, walang kinalaman ang pagkain kung nalason man si Isla. Because, I assure you, imposibleng malagyan niya ng lason ang pagkain. She paid for the food even before it was served, and after that, sa akin na iyon ibibigay ng expo. Meaning she doesn't even get the chance to see or hold the food. Whoever does that might bring poison and inject your dog with it, then later hang him on the ceiling. Oo mabigat si Isla at mas lalong bibigat kong patay na siya, pero kung diterminado ang gumawa nitong maisabit siya sa kisame, mas mapapadali nga kung papatayin niya muna ito bago isabit. Hindi ko makuha kung para saan at bakit pa niya ginawa, 'yon kung nagawa naman niya ang pakay niyang paslangin ang aso. Maybe she was scaring you, or para hindi mo ma-misinterpret ang nangyari. Because if he died with poison, you might think he died due to his age, but if they hang the dog like that, malamang iisipin mo bang nagpakamatay lang 'yong aso mo?"He stated, making me gasp for air.
Nasa rooftop kami ngayon nang BSIT building ngunit pakiramdam ko ay kinukulang parin ako sa hangin habang pinakikinggan ang mga teorya ni Noah. I have a feeling that this is more complicated than a simple practical joke. The idea that whoever did this to me was aware of my past and all the painful experiences I had makes me feel afraid. Isla was hanging much like my mother had done. As though someone is bringing up my worst memories and exposing every weakness I may have.
How much money are you earning from your part-time job? "I suddenly asked when I managed to snap out of my thoughts. He looked at me with confusion plastered through his face.
"Why do you ask? "
"Just answer me," I said in a demanding tone.
"Ahm-well, I'm not a regular employee; I was fixed with the provincial lowest rate of 42 pesos per hour." He slid his two hands with his coat pocket, which is a sign of discomfort, or, should I say, offense.
"I was working 8 hours a day due to my conflicting schedule at school, so I earned 336 pesos each day," he continued, and I did my best not to show him my pity. I just know it didn't feel good, though.
"Stupid," bulong ko na sinadyang iparinig sa kaniya.
"Huh?"
"Niluluko mo lang ang sarili mo Noah. Hindi pa nababayaran ang pagod at puyat mo nang kinikita mo," I retorted but he smiles weakly.
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Детектив / Триллер[SOON TO BE PUBLISHED] Liv Miller appears to be caught in an endless loop where everything repeats itself. Nightmares, thoughts of suicide, waking up, and repeat. She's drowning in the blood of her past, which haunts her wherever she tries to hide...
