"What the hell?" I blurted out when I saw two guys trying to open my car. "Tangina, anong ginagawa niyo sa kotse ko?!" I shouted angrily.
Nataranta sila nang makita akong naglalakad palapit sa kanila. Mabilis na sumugod sa akin ang isa para suntukin ako pero mabilis akong nakaiwas. Pagkatapos, dinakot ko ang kwelyo niya at saka siya malakas na sinuntok.
"Tangina!" he cursed loudly.
Nagulat ako nang mabilis siyang gumanti at sinapak din ako ng pagkalakas lakas na halos mamanhid ang mukha ko. I felt that my drunkenness suddenly doubled because my brain was shaken.
"Tarantado ka, ah?!" galit na sigaw niya sa akin at saka ako sinuntok muli. Natumba ako at nagkanda ubo-ubo.
"Fuck you! You are about to steal my car, asshole!" sigaw ko pabalik at mabilis na tumayo kahit nanghihina at malakas siyang sinapak muli—Malakas na malakas. Sa sobrang lakas ay namula ang kamao ko.
Mabilis na sumugod sa akin ang isa, iniwan na ang kotse ko at ipinaghiganti na lang ang kasamahan. Dahil dalawa sila ay hindi na ako masyadong nakapalag. Nararamdaman ko ang mga suntok at tadyak na binibigay nila. Halos mamanhid na sa sakit ang buong katawan ko.
As I let them pummeled me, hindi ko na napigilan ang sunod-sunod na pagpatak ng luha sa mga mata kong halos hindi ko na maimulat. I hope the pain I feel right now can cover the pain the world has made me feel.
I groaned when I felt a pang in my head. Napasapo ako sa ulo at unti-unting nagmulat ng mga mata. Damn it! Hangover sucks. I immediately roamed my eyes around the area and was stunned but feeling dazed at the same time when I saw myself inside my car.
Anong ginagawa ko dito?
Am I dreaming when I thought I was brawling with someone last night?
I quickly put down the rearview mirror to see myself, and fuck! My cheeks were swollen, and so was my left eye! I even had a cut on the right eyebrow! Tangina!
It only means one thing— I did brawl someone last night. Then, suddenly, I remembered those men who tried to steal my car. I also remember I heard a feminine yet loud voice before darkness engulfed me.
"Hoy, mga gunggong! Ano naman 'tong ginawa niyo?! Tigilan niyo na 'yang si pogi kung ayaw niyong ipadampot ko kayo sa pulis!"
That was what she said...Pero paano ako nakabalik dito sa sasakyan? Fuck! I feel like I am still drunk even after resting!
I looked down when the loud ringing of the phone crashed over the peaceful atmosphere. Mabilis kong hinalughog ang suot kong pantalon at sinagot ang tawag.
"Hello?" I started.
"Don't hello me! Where are you?" The other line spoke, and it was Mom.
"Mom—" I said but cut off instantly.
"Bakit hindi ka umuwi kagabi? Are you in your condo? Why didn't you say that you won't sleep here? You know we're worried about you! Umuwi kana!"
Mabilis na nag-init ang ulo ko. "I don't want to go home! Hindi ako uuwi hangga't nasa bahay o nasa malapit na lugar ang sanggol na 'yan!"
"Dustin Bentley! What are you saying, huh?! Anak mo 'to! The DNA tests already said so! Umayos ka nga!"
I breathed sharply to calm down, but I couldn't.
"No! He's not my son! Wala akong anak, Mom!" I contradicted through gritted teeth.
"How dare you raise your voice at me!" she admonished, making me feel guilty. "Nasa hospital ang anak mo, Dustin Bentley. You need to go straight in the AMC para bisitahin ang anak mo!"
【CHAPTER 9: DUSTIN】
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