Seventh Parallel: Thank you, Sir

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She took me in until I finished High school in Batangas. She's in her late sixties and like me, she's alone. Her husband died long time ago. According to her, they tried for so long to have a child until they just give up.

It took every once of her self control to not make me stay. She wanted me to thrive and to make a different world for myself. But I can't do that without her. So I made a promise.

Magiging abogado ako, at babalikan ko ang Nanay Sita ko.

On the verge of me giving up my dream, I met this woman from the coffee shop where I do some side work. She offered to help me- financially.

Without thinking much about it, I agreed. I was desperate and the weight of my dreams for Nanay and I outweighed what I might sacrifice personally.

What's the use of holding on to my virginity? I might lose it sooner than later anyway. I just have to be really careful not to get myself pregnant.

Will I feel dirty and gross after? Maybe.
Will it matter? Not really.
Am I ready? Hell no.
Will I do it still? Fuck, yes!

Every university keeps what they call a "blue book". Inside are the names of the students who are working for underground sex markets.

Aside from not getting pregnant, I should not allow my name be written in any of those pages or that will be the end of me.

After series of briefing, I received my first booking.

Greg B.A3.

If that's his code name or his real name, I wouldn't know. I was just instructed to wear a mask.

Black lingerie and a mask.

***
I was given strict instructions to wait outside Sto. Domingo Church here in Quezon City.

What the actual fuck? Nag b-book ng escort pero relihiyoso? A black sedan will pick me up at exactly four in the afternoon. And heck it's almost four!

Just when I am getting irritated, a middle aged man approached me.

'Kayo po si Ms. Irene?'
"Sino ka?"
'Ako po yung susundo sa inyo.'

Even with hesitation, I let him lead me to the parking where a black sedan was waiting for me.

'Monte Araza sabi ni Boss'. He tapped the driver before he left me all alone with another man I don't even know.

"Kuya?"
'Ma'am?'
"Saan po yung Monte Araza?"
'Bulacan po. San Jose del Monte.'

Tang ina ang layo! Kapag na salvage ako nito, kawawa naman ang Nanay Sita ko.

"Malayo?"
'Mga isang oras po siguro.'

Isang oras na lang na virgin ako.
Paano kung matanda na yun? O kaya mabaho? Shit, Irene! Bakit ngayon mo lang kasi naiisip yan!

Pero may cases ka na kailangan i print. Kailangan mo magpadala ng para sa gamot ni Nanay Sita. Magbabayad ka pa ng renta sa kwarto mo.

Putangina naman, ang hirap maging mahirap!

Putangina naman, ang hirap maging mahirap!

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