Pathetic Little Fool

Level Four

Gin's POV

Naglanding na din yung plane sa rooftop ng building at paglabas ko may nakalinyang maraming staffs sabay raise ng kanilang French flag at nag-semi bow. May mime naman na nag entertain saken habang naglalakad ako as if putting me in a box tapos puta napilitan naman akong magsiplastikan as if nasa loob nga ako ng box. Pumalakpak naman ako, looking amused kahit deep inside gusto kong bugbugin tong taong 'to tsaka sabihin ng, "Sinong pinagloloko mo?!!"

Dumating naman yung mayordama ng lahat at binati ako, "In behalf of the BB Hotel, Restaurant and Management, Bienvenue à Paris (Welcome to Paris)!"

"Je vous remercie," sagot ko na kung sa Tagalog ay "walang anuman". Ngumiti ako as if hindi ko kayang pumatay ng lamok. Because truth be told, I really am incapable. Think of the dengue and malaria na pwede nilang iganti! That's why I let my yaya do it. Anyways hindi naman nila malalaman na it was acted upon out of my order. Regarding sa pagiging responsive ko, of course may natutunan ako sa French class. Eve hired the top linguist para turuan ako and she inverstigates every Sundays kung meron ba talagang pumasok sa kokoti ko at kung wala, she will write a review tungkol sa tutor leaving him or her unemployed habambuhay. Kasi nga French is the language of the elites. The end. And that's how cruel she is. At warm up palang yan, I tell you.

Tita Bee has always been artistic-- pagbaba ko palang sa stairs maririnig mo na ang isang Italian na babaeng kumakanta with the accompaniment of a harp. Very classic. It is creatively designed wherein may parts na magkukrus yung landas mo sa isang tao at maghihiwalay na naman, and the fact also that it is made of gold emblemed with diamonds is just fascinating.

Hindi ka matatakot sa threat ng isang magnanakaw kasi walang mahirap na basta-basta man lang makakapasok and the security system is tight provided that katuwang nito ang FBI, CIA at NSA. Kailangan pa ng ID in order to enter para ma confirm na member ka ng mga mayayaman wherein once identified, makikita dun lahat ng records mo.

Which I do not need since kapatid ng dad yung may-ari ng lahat na ito. She is married to the 4th power sa isang Russian businessman which means that her company is expanding virally. Wala pa siyang anak kasi posible na she cannot bare one dahil sa operation ng kanyang uterus line due to endometriosis but narinig ko na she is treating someone as her own daughter na hindi ko pa nakilala. Baka isa to sa mga na mention ni Mum na may potential para maging isang competitor ko. We'll see.

Umupo ako sa kanyang "premier" table which is given the highest degree of importance at nag-iisa lamang ito. I love her "premier" table kasi pinagtitinginan ka ng mga tao as if nasa kataas-taasan ka at nag-iisa lamang to in each restaurant she owns. May lumapit sakin na isang foreigner na nakasuot ng fancy satin dress with furry stuff na nilalagay sa leeg, naka 6 inches heels at glittering purse na nakasabit sa kanyang brasong very firm.

"Gin?!! Is that you? I can't believe it! First in Greece and now here, in Paris! How small could the world get? Remember me?"

Think Gin, think. Sino bang nakilala mo sa Greece? Oh myy. That is one generic question. I've been there probably...twice a month since I was 16 I guess and now I am 24. According to my not-so-accurate but reliable calculation, I've been Greeced 188x and in those moments hindi pare parehong tao yung nakakajam ko. But she could be...

"Caroline?! It's been a long time. Are you here for a vacation?" Tama ba kayang pangalan yung nasabi ko?

"Oh what am I thinking? Who am I to be remembered  right? Especially that both of us were drink, only that I'm really good with names...Gin Pritchard." Buti nga she thinks that way kasi tama nga naman. Katanda-tanda ba talaga yung pangalan niya that her name would be worthy of my memory? Like wtf it is not easy to be on my contact's list-- it is like a battle of women in the field of Narnia. Kaya warriors, handa na ba kayo? May the best Katnis Everdeen win.

"Oh no. It's a song that reminds me of you. 🎶Hands, touchin' hands
Reachin' out, touchin' me, touchin' you
Sweet Caroline...Good times never seemed so good...🎶" being the vocalist of my elementary-highschool-til-college band along with The Pyramids and a couple back-ups of course, I had a whole lot of experience with music, may tour pa nga kami every month around the world at sabi nila we are a threat to 1D, 5SOS and other boybands. Hinawakan ko naman yung kamay niya tsaka hinalikan pero may nakita ako---sing sing. Yup, I know her. Sandra Coal. Damn it.

"Mah boo, is this faggot messin' up with yo?!" Not to be racist but dumating ang isang chocolate man na nakadamit na parang street rapper. Tinignan ko sya...tinignan? Good thing may ilaw kasi kapag nasa dilim ako, parang lumulutang na mata at ngipin lang siguro nakikita ko na makakatalo na yata sa takot na dala ni Valak. At natandaan ko na. She is married to one of the world's fatal mafia boss and one thing for sure---ayaw ko pang mamatay.

Tumayo ako at dali-daling niyakap yung babae na nakatayo malapit sa table at hinaplos yung mukha niya. Wala na akong time na i-check kung kapani-paniwala ba yung gagawin ko dahil sa appearance niya but I want to live so hard that I should...kiss her. 3 seconds. 4...5. That should do it.

"Nothing to worry, Mr. Charcoal...I mean Mr. Dan Coal. I was just inviting your wife to be in our wedding and you can come with her too. That's all. Diba munchkin?"

___________________________

Misha's POV

I parked the car sa usual area ko, may pangalan ko pa nga eh. Hindi ko na dapat i-present yung aking ID sa Restaurant de miel kasi halos lahat ng BB Hotel, Restaurant and Management staffs kilala na ako. Honey Bem's place is my second home, or probably my only home at all kasi sa condo ko kung saan ako lang mag-isa, hindi ko naramdaman ang pagiging panatag dahil may karamay ka sa buhay.

And finally the "premier" table na tinututukan ng lahat. Who would not want to sit on that throne? Pero pagdating ko, I saw someone familiar na kadalasan nakikita ko sa TV and even just last night in a talkshow called Gimmie Gimmie Gimmick.

And out of a sudden, hinila niya ako closer to his arms, locked no longer apart sa kanyang katawan that I could smell the fragrance of his perfume-- my recent launch of Sort délicieux's 'Amour pécheur', his heartbeat pressed near my chest as if he is asking to be rescued, ang kanyang hininga na pwede mo ng gawing air freshener and next thing I know...his lips kissing mine.

And all he said was, "Nothing to worry, Mr. Charcoal...I mean Mr. Dan Coal. I was just inviting your wife to be in our wedding and you can come with her too. That's all. Diba munchkin?"

Munchkin?! Still lost in the moment hindi ako sumagot at nagcharge ako ng lakas para harapin itong isang hindi ko inasahang kalokohan. If pwedeng mag-imbento ng bagong spelling ng "BULLSHIT", I would spell it with three letters. And do you need to ask what?

G.
I.
N.

Gin. Bakit ko sya kilala? Simply because kilala mo din siya. Kilala siya ng lahat actually. He/she who does not know Gin never lived at all.

Umalis naman yung dalawang cookies and cream sa harap namin. Aha, alam mo pala kung paano magdrama ha? Pwes, hindi kita uurungan. Akala mo ha?!

"How could you?! I paid for you, I clothed you...I made you!!! And now you're leaving me because of a man?!! Get out! I don't wanna see your face again!!!! You want to be prettier than me?! You even desire to be sexier? That's why all my bikinis are lost because you have been wearing them!!! Leave!!!"