Jazziyah Fixation

PROLOGUE How can you forget the pain from your past when there is so much evidence to not forget it? It's like the pain from your past already embedded in your whole body and soul. Na kahit anong pilit mong kalimutan ang nakaraan parati paring bumabalik ang mga alaalang pilit mo nang ibinabaon sa hukay. A sad smile crept on my lips when I saw my whole body and my face in the mirror. Should I be grateful that I have this kind of body and face? Dapat ko bang ikatuwa na ipinanganak akong ganito ang mukha? O dapat ko ba itong ikalungkot. Because of my face, I've been through so much pain. Because of my face, I suffered too much. They said I should be grateful because God gave me beauty. God gave me a unique and pretty face. They appreciated how beautiful and pretty my face was. But why am I not happy with the idea? Bakit mas hinihiling ko parati na sana hindi na lang ganito ang mukha ko. Para hindi ko naranasan ang muntik nang pangbaboy ng sarili kong tiyuhin sa'kin. It's so funny b

CHAPTER 2 “Blaise ihatid mo na ang pagkain ni Sir Bastian baka sumpungin na naman kay aga-aga,” utos ni Manang Jenna na nag-pangiti sa 'kin. Kahapon lang ako dumating sa mansion na 'to ngunit parang matagal na akong kilala ni Manang sa bait ng pakikitungo niya sa'kin. Bastian said my punishment is to serve him. So, here I am at his house being his maid and so ready to serve him. Akala niya siguro magagalit ako o hindi ko magugustuhan ang ideya na maging tagasilbi niya, dahil ang totoo nagbunyi ang kaloob-looban ko dahil araw-araw ko na siyang makikita. Inayos ko ang pagkain ni Bastian na nasa plato. Namamawis ang mga kamay ko habang inaayos ang mga pagkain. Humingi ako ng pahintulot kay Manang kanina kung pwede bang ako ang magluto ng French Omelette. I asked her earlier what are the foods that Bastian loves to eat every morning before going to school. She said Bastian loves French Omelette since he was a kid. It's just an egg but he loves it so much. Inayos ko rin ang bread

I woke up so early to prepare a soup for Bastian. I know that he's drunk last night. I'm wondering if he always gets drunk? Gusto kong tanungin si Manang pero mas pinili ko na lang na hindi. Bastian is stubborn with it comes to his father based on what I've saw and witnessed the other day. I was holding the tray where the soup on it. Tahimik ang buong mansion ng Contreras. Minsan nagtataka ako kung bakit ang laki-laki ng bahay ng mga mayayaman kung isa o hanggang tatlo lang naman ang nakatira dito. The place looks so quiet and it feels so sad. I don't know why I suddenly think of this. Or maybe I'm just thinking it that way? I pursed my lips and knocked three times on the door. Idinikit ko ang tainga ko sa pintuan para pakinggan kung may ingay ba sa loob. Ngunit wala akong naririnig. Nahulog ang tingin ko sa door knob. I tried to twist it, and to my shocked. My eyes brightened when it wasn't lock! Pinihit ko ang door knob at nag desisyon na pumasok. My brows furrowed when I didn

After we came home last night. Hindi na muli kami nagka-usap ni Bastian. He said his gratitude to Manang for all her efforts for his birthday then he immediately went to his room to sleep. I answered Manang questions afterwards. Napansin ko lang na paiba-iba talaga ang mood ni Bastian. Maybe because he's angry at me last night? I can't help but to smile when I watch Bastian sleeping face. He looks so peaceful and calm. Like he's in a quiet paradise. I pouted when he snored a bit making me giggle. Damn. He's cute! I caressed his thick brows down to his pointed nose. Then my eyes went to his stomach. His body is not that massive. His stomach is flat with no hints of muscles but his biceps is to die for! Bastian is lean and tall with fair skin. I don't have a specific type when it comes to men. But, I guess I have a type now. My eyes slowly widened in fraction when I saw two pair of green eyes staring at me with softness and gentleness. “Sorry, kinuha ko lang ‘yong mga damit mo. Ut

Jazziyah POVHindi maalis sa isipan ko ang mga salitang binitawan ni Bastian habang papasok kami sa loob ng mall. Walang pipilit sa’kin magsuot ng mga damit na nakikita ang balat ko. Not even him. I didn’t know that his words could affect me this much and leave a great impact in my heart. Most men I know want women to wear sexy clothes. Kaya hindi ko mapigilang mamangha nang marinig ang mga salitang ‘yon galing mismo sa lalaking nakakuha ng atensyon ko. “Wala akong dalang extra cash,” saad ko habang tinitingala si Bastian. He looked down at me with his serious face “Stop worrying about money,” tipid na sagot niya at hinila ako palapit sa katawan niya dahilan upang mapasinghap ako sa gulat.Pumasok kaming dalawa sa isang mamahaling store. Agad na may lumapit sa amin na babae na tingin ko ay nasa mid-thirties ang edad; nakasuot siya ng white tube dress na abot hanggang tuhod. She looks fresh and beautiful. Someone cleared his throat, which caught my attention. Bastian was looking at