Hon, (Completed)

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From: @sixth_numero
To: @HoneybeedelSol
Sent: Sun, 04/19/2020, 09:01 AM
Subject: To the girl who has obviously moved on...

Hon,

Rainy morning. Pareho na tayo ng nakikitang ulan ngayon dahil mas malapit na ako sa kung nasa'n ka. It made me chuckle knowing how rain annoys you. I watched the weather forecast last night. "Sixty percent chances of rain in Metro Manila," the weatherman had said.

Loyal na ako sa channel 1 ngayon. Maybe because it's where you work. Nag-enrol na pala ako sa business school last Monday para sa MBA ko. Guess where. It's in Ateneo Graduate School of Business.

Pinili kong degree program ang Finance Management kahit sinabi ni Dad na Operations Management ang kunin ko para raw makapag-focus ako sa operations ng mall namin. Hindi naman siya ang mag-aaral, ako naman. So I followed what I always wanted. Napag-aaralan naman ang pagpapatakbo ng kompanya kapag nakamasid ka. And also through hands-on experience.

"I have here a hundred. In peso currency. I want you to spend it from your house to your coming here. Jot down your expenses," sabi ni Prof. Tagle habang hawak-hawak sa ere ang malutong na isang daang piso na papel.

Some of my classmates groaned. Wednesday pa lang kasi, first meeting pa pero mukhang seryoso na agad 'tong Financial Accounting subject na professor namin. Pero sumagot pa rin kami at pinatulan ang activity. Walang ni isang nagreklamo dahil mukhang seryoso talaga si Prof.

"Sa'n ka na pagkatapos nito? Uuwi ka na?" tanong sa'kin ni Lira Ciruela, classmate ko. Hinintay na lang namin ang Prof sa Managerial Economics. Huling subject na para sa araw na 'yon.

"Pupunta akong Halara Mall para sa trabaho."

"Oh. You work there?"

"Yes. Bakit mo pala naitanong?"

"Pupunta kasi kaming Revel mamayang gabi. You know, to party for our first day in MBA. You should come! Or hanggang gabi ba ang trabaho mo?"

"Just until 8. Sure. Susunod ako sa inyo pagkatapos ng trabaho."

Pagkatapos ng sampung minutong paghihintay ay in-announce na 'di makakarating ang professor namin kaya umuwi na lang kami. Dumeretso na ako sa Halara Mall. I didn't expect a grand welcome for my arrival because I kept my identity a low profile just like what I always do in Cebu branch. Ayokong magdulot ng komusyon sa pagdating ko. Mas lalong ayoko ng atensyon

Nagpunta ako kaagad sa top floor para sa conference meeting. I joined the meeting of the board as Dad's representative. Sandali lang 'yon dahil bumaba na rin ako sa Financial Department.

"Mr. Numero, I'm Polo Rene, accountant head here in Finance," pagpapakilala ng isang lalaki na nasa edad kuwarenta anyos na siguro. Sinabayan niya 'to ng paglalahad ng kamay.

"Just call me Sixth," sabi ko at tinanggap ang kamay na inilahad niya.

Naupo na kami at nagpatuloy siya. "I was told that you wanted to be assigned as one of the accountants here. I mean I can give you a higher-"

"It's fine. I wanna start somewhere," agap ko.

He nodded and realization dawned on his face. Ngumiti siya. "That's why you told me not to tell anyone that you were coming today. And not to introduce you to the other employees as the son of the President of this mall."