DS #4: Our Bloody Life

Kabanata 7

I go home defeated. I stomped my feet and then walk without any strength. Bagsak ang balikat ko, nakanguso ang mga labi ko.

Cholo’s POV

After closing the door, I hurriedly ran towards my couch. Nakapatong dito ang damit na susuotin ko. I have a work after recovering, hindi man lang ako nagkaroon ng sapat na leave. My lips pursed. A black leather jacket paired with pants and black shoes. This is what I am wearing during my work. My work isn’t that easy yet not hard as well. That time when I got wound was because of unexpected enemy.

I slide inside my jacket the small knife and behind me was guns. I needed two reloaded. I opened the door and looks around. Walang puweding makakita sa ‘kin lalo na ang doctor na ‘yon. Sobran kulit niya and I can’t stand by that. Nakahinga naman ako ng maluwag dahil wala. Lumabas ako ng bahay at sinara ito. Nakarinig ako ng pagbukas ng pinto.

“O, magtatrabaho ka na?” an irritating voice crept into my ears.

Napapikit at hindi makalingon sa gawi niya. This woman…I really hate her guts. I gritted my teeth.

“Ganito ba ang suot ng mga undercover?” tanong niya ulit. Nagulat na lang ako na nas likuran ko na siya hawak ang itim na bag na suot ko. Bahagya akong lumayo.

“Hey! Stop it and go home!” I exclaimed. I held my backpack close to me. My forehead creased. She is pouting her lips again. I groaned rolling my eyes. Here we go again, her drame. Tinaas niya ang plastic container na hawak niya, probably a food again. She loves cooking.

“Sayang naman ‘tong niluto ko, Cholo. Ipinagtabi kita kasi baka magutom ka mamaya,” she said, pouting her lips. She stared at what she is holding. She has this aura of convincing people. I messed my hair fast and get the container from her hands. She smiled like crazy. I know that she found it a achievement. Her eyebrows wiggled. I sighed heavily.

“You can go now shoooo!” pagtaboy ko sa kaniya. Ito lang naman ang gusto niyang gawin. Nawala ang kaninang malawak na ngiti at napalitan ng simangot, “What’s up with you again, Delos Santos?” I raised my voice irritatingly, “I already receive the food yet you still sad about it.” I can’t get this woman. She seems mature and calm but sadly, it’s other way around. My phone rings. I groaned.

When I picked it up from my pocket I saw Nero’s name. It’s my accomplice. I stared at her, “Go home. I’m leaving,” I said before turning my back at her. I answered the call.

“Yes?” I asked Nero from the other line.

“Go home without blood!” she shouted.

“Already here,” Nero answered.

I stopped walking because of what she said. Before I could glance at her I heard his door shut close. There is no Delos Santos in the hallway. For some reason it made me smile.

“Coming.” I hanged up the call. Binilisan ko ang lakad, I entered the elevator with this warm heart.

Pagbaba ko ng groundfloor ay nakita ko ang kotse ni Nero. It’s a black Sedan. Nakita ko siyang nakasandal sa tapat ng pintuan habang naninigarilyo. I remained serious. When he looked at me, he smirked mockingly. I know where it is coming. Tumayo siya at inapakan ang sigarilyong kakatapon niya lang. I roamed my eyes.

“Go home without blood, huh?” he repeated. Tumingin siya gamit ang matalim niyang titig. My jaw clenched, opening his car, “Who’s that woman, Cholo? Interesting,” he said playfully. Hindi ko napigilan ang sarili kong isara ng malakas ang pinto ng kotse niya. He glared at me. I gritted my teeth. I hide my clenching fist.