Trapped by Arrangement

Chapter 2: It's him!

CHAPTER 2

"What the hell?" I yelled in surprise. Sino b'ang hindi magugulat kung makikita mo itong Briton na walang modo na dahilan ng muntikan kong aksidente kanina at dahilan ng pagka-late ko sa meeting na ito ay nandito sa kwartong 'to kasama ng daddy ko? How the hell on earth?

Don't tell me na siya papakasalan ko?  Oops erase! Hindi pa pala sure kung siya 'yung papakasalan ko or should I say, ipapakasal nga ba ako ng daddy ko sa kanya? Please 'wag! Magbibigti na lang ako wag lang ikasal sa tangang 'yan- urgh! That stupid English man! No way!

"Janella you're late!" Pag-uulit ni dad na halatang naiinis na rin. It's either because I yelled or I was late, or maybe both. Opo dad, alam ko, eh kasi naman! Sagot ko sa isip ko.I wanted to tell that to my dad but knowing him, mas magagalit lang siya.

"Well dad, aren't you going to ask why?" I rolled my eyes. Kainis!

He stared at me for few seconds. "Ok. I'll let you explain." Halata naman sa kanya na nagdududa siya sa magiging dahilan ko kung bakit ako late.

"Well dad... you see. First, galing pa ako ng France, and second. On my way here may shungang lalaki who happens to be driving a black PORSCHE..." I emphasized the word 'Porsche' para naman matamaan siya. I continued. "Ang nag-over take sa sinasakyan ko. Ang kapal ng mukha! 'Di manlang nagsorry! Paano na lang kung naaksidente kami dahil sa ginawa niyang peste siyang kapre siya. Akala mo kung sinong gwapo, eh jusko naman!" I looked at that kapre at inirapan ko siya. Bato bato sa langit ang tamaan guilty!

"Oh princess... are you okay?" Dad's reaction suddenly soften, now he looks worried about me. Kahit naman sinong ama, mag-aalala sa anak niya kung muntik na 'to maaksidente 'di ba? Depende na lang siguro kung ampon niya 'yung anak niya at wala siyang pakialam dito.

"I'm fine. But please dad, stop calling me princess. I'm 22!" I think I'm too old to be called as Princess. Yes, when I was a kid I really loved how my dad called me Princess and even treat me like one.

Tumayo si kapreng mestizong hilaw mula sa kinauupuan niya. Hindi naman siya nagtangkang lumapit sa'kin. Subukan lang niya dahil makakatikim siya sa'kin ng suntok. Like seriously.

"Well, Miss Mendoza, I didn't mean to do that. And you didn't even get hurt naman, right? At 'di ako shunga." He said with his British Accent again. I must admit, I love his husky voice plus his accent. Attracted pa naman ako sa mga ganyan ang accent... well, not to him. But, wait! Did I hear it right? Did he speak in tagalog and he knows the meaning of shunga? Like really? "Stop blaming me. Well, atleast I got here on time." He smirked! This guy is getting to my nerves already! Oh god, can somebody please stop me bago ko pa masampal ang lalaking 'to? Such a jerk! I'm so disappointed. I thought he could be nice and would apologize on what he did, but look at him now. Sarap niyang sapakin, sampalin, ipasagasa sa tren at kung anu-ano pa!

Nanggigigil na talaga ako. "How can you be late if you're driving a Porsche? A FVCKING PORSCHE!" I shouted, Sobrang lakas na feeling ko pati lalamunan ko mapupunit sa pagkakasigaw ko! Darn.

"Janella!" Awat ni dad. "What's going on here?" Halata sa itsura niya na naguguluhan siya sa nangyayari. The same as the other old man inside the room, tatay yata ni jerk!

"There's no way I'm getting married to that jerk!" I shouted. Kakainis. Remember marriage interview pa lang 'to at super disaster na ang nangyayari. Paano pa kaya kung ipakasal ako sa kanya? Baka makulong ako ng maaga sa gagawin ko sa kanya pag napuno na ako.

"I'm not interested in you either." He said nonchalantly that made my jaw dropped. Feeling ko tapak na tapak ang ego ko. Ako na maganda-- I mean GORGEOUS, sexy, mayaman at pinag-aagawan ng mga lalaki? Tapos hindi siya interesado sa'kin? Hypocrite! O baka naman bakla siya kaya hindi niya ko type. Teka is there a baklang kapre? Well, that would be hilarious.