"Defend Me, Attorney." (Law Series #1)

PART FIVE: WHAT HAPPENED IN SATURDAY NIGHT

SATURDAY NIGHT (BACKSTORY)

"Sir, out na po ako."

A tall teenage man can be seen in the counter, smiling.

The manager smiled back. "Bakit kasi pumasok ka pa? Day off mo 'di ba?"

"Wala po magawa sa bahay," he said,
grinning. "Okay na rin po siguro, extra income. Una na po ako ah?"

"Sige, ingat ka!"

"Kayo mag-ingat dito," he said, looking at his co-employee.

"Ano nanaman 'yun Traise?" the guy said, laughing. "Ikaw mag-ingat, dumarami na customer dahil sa'yo."

He laughed. "Baliw!"

With a smile on his face, he went out of the store where he works as a part-timer. He looked at the sky, it's cloudy; as if the rain will soon pour hard.

He shrugged.

He was walking, observing things around him when his phone beeped. He took it out of his pockets and soon as he saw whom the text was from, his excited eyes were replaced by disappointment. The text was from her professor, whom he called Snorlax. She was asking when will he go back to school.

"I miss you, darling. When will you go back?" the text reads.

He cringed.

Related messages were from his block mates and schoolmates, whom he didn’t even know. His popularity in school was insane, yet he didn't care.
He only had his eyes for one person. Seven billion people yet he got his eyes fixated on only one girl he can't afford to lose.

He scanned his phone and frowned when he found no message from her.

"Tignan mo 'tong taong 'to, ang sama ng ugali," he mumbled. "'Di man lang ako kumustahin. Tagal naming 'di nagkikita wala manlang text. Wala manlang kahit ano."

Frowning still, he slid his phone back to his pocket, and soon enough, he took it again.

"Aaaaah, 'Di ako mapakali," he murmured to himself.

"Kita tayo. Punta ako sa inyo mamaya."

After sending it to the woman he's only interested in, he turned his phone off again. He didn’t wanna receive excuses such as she's busy, she's doing something, or what. He missed her and nothing can suffice it aside from her presence.

Minutes later, he found himself opening their gate, and soon as he went inside, he smelled something; as if someone was cooking in the kitchen.

"Naka-uwi na si mama?" he asked himself, confused.

His mom worked as a housemaid in a nearby city and only went home every 3 days or every weekend. It's fine with him so that she won't receive beatings from his dad, because giving bruises to his mom and him were his dad's most favorite hobbies.

He went to the kitchen excitedly and was caught utterly speechless when he saw who it was; it was his dad.

His dad, who usually lays down all day, doing nothing at all. His dad, who usually goes home drunk, violent, and abusive, was in the kitchen, cooking and even humming.