Aliyah Yajaira Liwanag has been struggling with life ever since their family fell apart, kaya naman nang makatanggap siya ng offer mula sa isa sa pinakamayaman sa bansa na si Benedict Amadeo ay agad-agad niya itong tinanggap. Sino ba ang makakatangg...
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Ano ba ang saysay ng paghingi ng tawad kung paulit-ulit din namang mangyayari? Ano pa ang saysay ng panunuyo kung isa na itong siklo ng pagdududa?
Siguro kasalanan ko. Siguro kailangan ko pang mas magtiwala sa kaniya kasi pagkatapos naman ng mga araw ay sa akin umuuwi si Blake. Hindi naman nagbabago ang pakikitungo niya sa akin. Patuloy pa rin naman siyang bumubulong sa aking tainga kung gaano niya ako kamahal.
That should be enough reason for me to trust him.
I dreaded feeling insecure, even though how he touched me made me think I was loved. Paano kung maramdaman niyang para sa akin ay hindi sapat ang pagmamahal na kaniyang ibinibigay? Na hindi ako kuntento? Hindi ba masasaktan si Blake?
Why am I feeling this way? I need to brush things off my head.
"Ali."
Blake's firm voice called for me, and I could only lift my head to look at him. Empty stares are the only thing I could grant him at this moment. I was way too engrossed with my task to forget there was a world revolving outside my head. I was too busy distracting myself so that I would be numb.
"Let's grab some lunch outside," Blake suggested, and I could only look at my colleagues, who seemed concerned about me. What did I do wrong now?
"You should eat, Ms. Liwanag. It's hard to concentrate on an empty stomach," Ms. Geron pushed.
Hindi ko nga maramdaman ang gutom dahil sa aking nararamdaman. Was it self-pity? I guess so. I have never imagined myself feeling this way because of a man. Pera lang ang habol ko dito, pera. Bakit kailangan kong makaramdam ng kalungkutan?
Isang malalim na hininga ang aking pinakawalan bago ko ini-lock ang device na gamit ko. I picked my bag up and Blake reached for my hand.
"Are you okay, my baby?" he whispered, his eyes invaded by worry.
Tanging tango lamang ang naisagot ko sa kaniya. Sa aking isip ay hindi mabura ang kaisipang kahit kailan ay hindi niya maiintindihan ang aking nararamdaman dahil para sa kaniya ay sapat na ang panunuyong kaniyang ginagawa.
"Baby," he sweetly called when we entered an empty hallway. "Do you want to go home? I will tell Ninang that you are not feeling well. I will accompany you," he continued, wrapping his arms on my waist from the back.
"I'm okay, and I know you have a lot of things to prioritize," I emptily responded, trying to remove his arms from my waist.
"I can't focus on them knowing you are slipping away, my Ali," he whispered, his nose nuzzling the back of my neck.
"Fine. Let's go home and talk," I breathe, defeated.
Blake went back to my workstation to gather my other things. He doesn't mind doing things for me, and I appreciate that. Hindi ako binitiwan ni Blake nang sumakay kami sa elevator. Nakahawak din siya sa aking kamay habang kami ay nasa sasakyan.
