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“KUMAIN KA NA BA? Teka lang, initin ko muna ‘tong kanin at ulam namin kanina. Upo ka po, pasensya na ‘di ako nakapaglinis dito.” Sunod-sunod na sabi ni Vivian sa kanya. Abala ito sa pag-aayos at paghahanda sa lamesa. He was just stuck there, unable to take a step or make a move. “You’re Hero, right? Ramses’ friend?” Vivian looked at him as she asked.Hero opened his mouth but no words came out. Shit, this should not be happening to me.“Hello? Halika, kumain ka muna.” Pagpukaw sa kanya ng babae nang matapos na nitong ihinanda ang mga pagkain sa lamesa.He couldn’t move. Hindi niya alam kung bakit. His mind keeps on telling him to say something to make things less awkward.Hindi niya maintindihan ang sarili niya. He doesn't know what to feel first. Was it relief? That she’s able to stand, walk, talk, and…alive. Or should he be afraid… that she’ll know. Mukhang napansin ng babae na tulala lang siyang nakatingin sa kung saan kaya naman ay nilapitan siya nito at marahan na hinawakan ang
“TULUNGAN MO KASI AKO,” usisa ni Vivian kay Ramses pagkagising nito kinaumagahan. After spending almost two months in the hospital and another five months in rehabilitation, Vivian had grown comfortable around Ramses.Ramses waved his hand to dismiss her idea. “You don’t need to work, Vi. You’re still recovering,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep.Vivian had been pestering him for weeks about finding a job. The problem was that she had no proper documents with her. Without identification or records, finding stable work would be difficult. But she knew that with Ramses' connections, finding a stable job would be just a piece of cake.“Come on, Ramses, I just can’t depend on you forever.” Vivian added, pleading with him.“Ang aga-aga pa, Vi, yan agad bungad mo sa akin?” He said half asleep as he sat down in the dining area.Vivian immediately pulled the plate she had prepared away from him. “Ah, ganun. Then go cook your own food.” She whispered. Ramses immediately stood up and
"SIR, HERE'S the report regarding the issue of that trading company that collaborated with us last month." His secretary started off. Hero didn't immediately look up from the documents scattered across his desk. He was busy thinking of ways to deal with the issues that had been plaguing the company.But despite the stacks of reports waiting for his attention, his expression remained calm and unreadable.His secretary stood across from him with a tablet on hand."They have past records of bribery and embezzlement with the companies they collaborated with before.""Why wasn't this flagged during the initial screening?" Hero asked coldly. "This information should've surfaced before the partnership was approved."The secretary lowered her head."The background check was only conducted after the issue arose, sir. The file was approved before it reached our department."Hero sighed and finally lifted his eyes from the document he was reviewing. His head was starting to throb in pain from a
THE MAN who introduced himself as Ramses told her everything—slowly, patiently, as if he was afraid that too much information might overwhelm her fragile state. He spoke in a calm, even tone, pausing every now and then as though waiting for her eyes to lose that distant haze before continuing. He never rushed his words, never forced her to understand more than she could bear.Slowly, the memories came back—fragmented at first, then clearer. The rain. The road. Her bare feet walking endlessly on an empty road. Running away from home. And then… getting hit by a car.Her fingers curled weakly against the sheets as the realization settled in.“So…” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to process everything he had told her. “I’ve been hit and run?”Her body felt strange—heavy and stiff, as if it didn’t fully belong to her anymore. There was no sharp pain, no burning ache—just a dull numbness that reminded her she had been unconscious for far too long. She had been as
THE RAIN was pouring heavily, yet her feet kept on moving with no direction. She was already shivering as the cold air bit into her skin. She walked barefooted on the empty road, yet her mind was consumed by one thought — getting away from that place. She blew out a loud and shaky breath as she continued walking to nowhere. Hindi niya alam kung saan siya pupunta. Ang alam niya lang ay kailangan niyang makalayo sa lugar na pinanggalingan niya. “Where should I go…” paulit-ulit niyang usal habang naglalakad at naghahanap ng masisilungan sa kalsadang walang kabahay-bahay at katao-tao. Malayo-layo na din ang nalakad niya. She couldn’t hear the footsteps following her anymore. Maybe they got tired of looking for her. She had done this numerous times, yet this was the only time she truly succeeded in getting away from them. Without thinking about the consequences of her actions, she still managed to smile.Nakalabas na nga siya ng tuluyan sa kagubatan pero ang mahaba at tahimik na kalsada







