A Wife For A While

C H A P T E R 5

Beware on grammatical errors, typos, and spelling.

————

CALINA EMBER SLOANE'S POV

"Ano ba sa tingin mo ang ginagawa mo dito, ha?" Higit niya sa kanang pulsuhan ko nang makita niya ako sa mismong lobby. Hila-hila niya ako palabas.

"What are you doing here, whore? Hanggang dito ba naman hindi ka pa rin tumitigil kakasunod sa 'kin!" He yelled in front of me. Napa yuko na lang ako.

"Damn! Ano yuyuko ka na lang at hindi magsasalita? You'll always act like a victim. Tingin mo ba madadala mo 'ko sa mga arte mong iyan, huh! Kung nandito ka para sirain ang araw ko pwes, makakaalis ka na." Taboy nito sa 'kin.

Hindi ko naman talaga intensyon na puntahan siya dito kung wala akong kailangan. At wala rin naman akong balak na sirain ang araw niya. Wala lang akong choice. Kung ano lang kasi ang susundo kay Mommy Celestina, eh baka hanapin niya sa 'kin ang asawa ko. She knows her son's OJT schedules. Tsaka isa pa nandito ako to stop him na dalhin si Hanna sa bahay.

"P-pero kasi…" nag-aalangang sambit ko.

"Kasi ano? Just look at yourself, whore. Damn that fucking dress you wore. Look at those bastards who're looking at you. You're such a slut!" Napatingin ako sa mga taong nakikiusisa sa amin.

He talked about my outfit. I'm wearing a black short skirt revealing my white and flawless skin, and a pink crop top sleeves, matching pearl earrings, necklace, pair with black leather shoes, and shades. I'm fabulously gorgeous.

Napayukom ako ng parehong kamay. Hindi na ako kapag pigil pa. I crossed my both arms under my chest and raised my right eyebrow. "Why not. This kind of style suits me so well. Don't tell me, nagseselos ka? Don't worry, they are not my type. And obviously we're married so don't mind them. Mind me," I casually yet shakingly said.

"Fuck! Calina. Saan ka kumukuha ng lakas para umakto ng ganito." I whispered to myself while directly staring at him without a blink.

"Such a big time whore," Irita at wala sa mood na sagot nito.

"I don't care if they're staring at you. Jealous? To whom? To you? You're an insane bitch. Let them stare at you like a whore. I won't fucking jealous to someone like you." Insulto nito sa 'kin.

"O-okay." Tipid at nahihirapan kong sambit. I tried to compose myself but my own body betrays me. I'm obviously shaking as hell. Not because of people looking at me but for my husband's stares.

Tingin niya pala lang… he obviously judging me. Like a piece of trash.

"Just stay away, bitch." He replied.

Tumalikod na ito at akmang hahakbang na palayo ng kaagad kung hawakan ang laylayan ng suot nyang tuxedo. "The heck! I SAID DON'T TOUCH ME." he yelled and pushed me away from him.

Napaupo ako sa kalsada sa ginawa niya. Kalmado at nanginginig akong tumayo sa harap niya. "Ano bang hindi mo naiintindihan sa sinabi ko? Stay away from me and don't touch me! Bingi ka ba o sadyang hindi ka nakakaintindi?"  He frustratedly yells at me.

"I touch you because I just wanna say to you that you're doing with me at the airport."

"Airport? For what? You know what… you're crazy." Insulto nito sa 'kin.

Again, I coldly stared at him. "Are you done? Tapos ka na bang insultuhin ako? Kasi kung oo. Just get in the car for sure your mother is waiting for us." I replied.

Hindi ko na ito nilingon pa. Naglakad na lang ako papasok ng kotse at hinintay siya sa loob. I saw him may kausap sa phone. I'm pretty sure that's his mom. Maya-maya pa ay naglakad naman ito sa direksyon ng kotse at sumakay na rin.