Be Mine

Chapter 32- Begging

Sa lahat ng naghintay at bumoto. Sa mga mahal na mahal kong followers. Sa mga kaibigan kong sinabotage ang laptop ko para lang makita ang story ko sa wattpad (Febby and Ry) , sa mga readers na naglagay sa reading list nila ng be mine, sa mga nagmmessage sakin at sinasabing mag-update na daw ako.. MARAMING MARAMING SALAMAT PO!

Pasensya na kung ito lang ang kinaya ko ngayon. After this hell week bubusugin ko kayo sa update! PROMISE YAN! 

SINONG TEAM JAKE DYAN? Para sa inyo to. Huehuehue :3

Godbless everyone. Pray for me, sana makapasa sa finals sa Accounting. 

-Ainelabs

May pagkakataon talaga na "tang ina" nalang ang masasabi mo.

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CLARENCE JAKE’S POV

Kasalukuyan akong nakaupo sa tabi ng kama ni Steff habang pinagmamasdan siyang natutulog. Nasasaktan ako sa mga nangyayari, nasasaktan ako para sa babaeng mahal ko.

Hinaplos ko ang pisngi niya kung saan siya sinampal ni Tito Clark, she quietly whine. Fvck. Halata ang pasa sa mukha niya. And pain suddenly cross her face.

“Bry...” she moan. Akala ko gising na siya, pero mahimbing pa din ang tulog niya. I can’t help myself from crying.

Steffie, bakit ba hindi mo ako mapansin? Parang awa mo na oh. Ako naman ang tignan mo, ipinapangako ko sayo, hinding-hindi kita sasaktan tulad ng ginagawa niya ngayon.

A tear escape from her eyes. Tnginang buhay naman! Hanggang sa pagtulog ba nasasaktan ka pa din nya?

Bakit ba kasi hindi nalang ako? Ano bang meron siya na wala ako?

FLASHBACK

I’m here at the playground alone. I was wallowing because my mom scolded me.

Why? Because I’m inviting her to talk and spend time with me but she’s always busy.

I always try to get her attention, I often put myself into trouble just for her to notice me but I guess even if I die right now, she’ll still choose to stay at our company, working overtime.

I am Clarence Jake Seo, 14 years old. My mom is a Filipina while my Dad is a pure Korean. My dad died 3 years ago due to car accident. We choose to stay here in Korea because of our company that my dad built.

I hate talking to anyone since my father passed away. He is my bestfriend, my hero, my teacher and my strength. He’s the only one who talks to me a lot. My mom, since the very beginning, doesn’t like me already, I don’t know why but I believe she has a valid reason. And despite of being cold, I still love her. She’s my mother after all.

But everything changed when a talkative annoying cute little  girl approach me.

“Annyeonghaseyo Oppa!” she lively greeted me and I just narrowed my eyes on her. Who is she?I don’t usually talk to strangers. Psh. “Hayyy! Ang sungit naman! Kainis! Lahat nalang ng bata dito ang susungit! Wala na ba akong makakausap ng matino? Gusto ko lang namang may makausap e. Bored na bored na bored na ako! Hayysss!” woahh! She talks so fast! How can she do that!?

I wanted to let out a chuckle because she thought I can’t understand her. But I don’t want her to think that I’m welcoming her to chat with me.

She exaggerately sit by my side. She’s cute, there’s no doubt about that. I guess I’m just a one year older than her. She’s wearing a black leggings, a white boots and a pink coat.