Billie and Zofi are two beautiful young people with the unique mission of saving misfits in school from being left out. They present themselves as available dates for anyone that no one is interested to date or to be seen with. As they become successful and recognized for their outstanding effort, they become more inspired to carry on their mission in their adult life. Like others, they also fall in love with people around them but find the idea of them being together ridiculous. Is that really the case of is it just an effort to be retain the unlabeled type of bond that they have?
View More"Hindi ikaw ang babaeng gusto kong pakasalan. Maghiwalay na tayo, Lyra," malamig at diretsong sabi ni Tristan pagdating niya sa altar. "Hindi na kita mahal."
Parang tumigil ang mundo. Napasinghap ang mga bisita. Ang musika ng kwartet na tumutugtog sa likod ay biglang tumigil. Si Lyra, nakaangat ang kamay para sana'y hawakan ang palad ni Tristan, ay napatigil sa ere. “Tristan… please…” bulong niya, pilit pinipigilan ang panginginig ng boses. Hinawakan niya ang kamay nito, mariing pinisil na parang may pag-asang nagkakamali lang ito ng sinasabi. “Sabihin mong hindi totoo ’to…” Pero nanatiling matigas ang mukha ng lalaki. Walang bakas ng alinlangan sa malamig niyang mga mata. “I’m sorry, Lyra,” ulit niya. “I can’t do this. Hindi na kita mahal. Hindi ko alam kung kailan nagsimulang magbago ang lahat… pero hindi na kita kayang pakasalan.” Napaatras si Lyra ng isang hakbang. Parang nawalan ng laman ang katawan niya. Nanlambot ang tuhod niya at kung hindi lang siya nakaheels na nakabaon sa carpeted aisle, baka bumagsak na siya sa sahig. “Tristan…” humihikbi na siya ngayon, pero pigil na pigil. “Limang taon. Limang taon tayong magkasama. Ilang beses kang nangakong mamahalin mo ako habambuhay. Bakit ngayon? Bakit ngayon mo ’ko tinatraydor?” “Because I couldn’t lie to you anymore,” sagot ng lalaki. “I tried. I really did. Akala ko kaya kong ituloy kahit hindi na ikaw ang laman ng puso ko. Pero mali. Hindi ko kayang magsinungaling sa iyo, sa altar na ’to.” “Then who?” halos pasigaw na tanong ni Lyra. “Who is she, Tristan? Who took you away from me?” “She’s pregnant, Lyra,” sagot ni Tristan. “And I… I want to do what’s right. I will marry her.” Biglang naging tahimik ang buong simbahan. Parang may granadang sumabog pero walang tunog. Nanginig ang labi ni Lyra. Tumingin siya sa paligid, sa mga taong minsang saksi sa pagmamahalan nila, ngayon ay mga mata ng pag-uusisa at tsismis. “I gave you everything, Tristan,” aniya, halos pabulong pero bawat salita ay puno ng kirot. “Bakit hindi sapat?” “I don’t know,” sagot niya. “Maybe you were too good for me. Maybe I got tired. Maybe… I just fell out of love.” “Coward,” garalgal na bulong ni Lyra. “You’re a coward.” Tumingin siya sa kaniyang ina na nangingilid ang luha. Sa kaniyang ama, nakatayo, nanginginig ang kamao na halatang gustong sugurin si Tristan. Ngunit pinigilan siya ng isang ninong. “I deserved the truth. But not like this,” patuloy ni Lyra. “Not in front of everyone. Not in the dress I worked so hard to pay for… Not when I already said yes to forever.” “I'm sorry,” huling sabi ni Tristan, pero hindi pa rin mababakas ang pagsisisi. Parang hinihintay na lang siyang lumayo. Pinunasan ni Lyra ang luha bago ito tumulo. Huminga siya nang malalim, itinuwid ang likod, at inangat ang baba. Tumalikod si Lyra, hawak ang laylayan ng kaniyang gown, at marahang naglakad palayo sa altar… palayo sa lalaking minahal niya ng buo, pero iniwan siyang durog. Mula simbahan, naglakad si Lyra nang walang direksyon. Basang-basa ang wedding dress, nanginginig ang katawan, pero wala siyang pakialam. Habang palakad-lakad sa gilid ng isang madilim na kalsada, napansin niya ang isang lalaki sa ilalim ng sirang waiting shed. Nasa wheelchair ito. Tahimik na nakatitig lang sa kawalan, parang walang pakialam sa mundo. Pinagmasdan niya ito. Ang basang buhok, ang matatalim na mata, ang pormal na suot na tila hindi bagay sa lugar na ’yon. “What are you staring at?” malamig na tanong ng lalaki, hindi man lang tumingin sa kaniya. “Nothing,” sagot ni Lyra, nanginginig pa rin. “I just… you don’t look like you belong here.” “So do you,” anito, agad na sumagot. “Hindi bagay sa kalye ang babaeng nakaputing pangkasal na nanginginig sa ulan.” Tumaas ang kilay ni Lyra. “Hindi ko rin akalaing makakakita ako ng lalaking naka-wheelchair at naka-armani suit sa dilim ng kalsadang ’to. So maybe we’re both out of place.” Tumahimik ang lalaki. Ilang segundo lang, pero sapat para madama ang bigat ng katahimikan. “You look like shit,” bulalas niya bigla. Napatawa si Lyra ng mapait, sarkastiko, ngunit may bahid ng pagkaluwag. “Thanks. I just got dumped at the altar. Pretty epic, right?” Tumingin na sa kaniya ang lalaki. Mas malapit ngayon ang tingin na parang sinusuri siya. “He’s an idiot,” sabi nito. “Tell me something I don’t know,” she muttered, pilit pinapahupa ang nanginginig na labi. Nagtagpo ang kanilang tingin. “Will you marry me tonight?” tanong ng lalaki, kalmado, diretso. Napakunot ang noo ni Lyra. “Excuse me?” “Marry me. Tonight,” ulit niya, walang pag-aalinlangan. “You’re broken. I’m broken. Maybe we’ll match.” Nanigas si Lyra. “Are you drunk?” “No. I’m just… in the mood to do something reckless.” “Gago ka ba?!” singhal niya. “I just got dumped and now you’re asking me to marry you? We don’t even know each other!” “That’s the point,” Elias said, this time sinabi na ang pangalan. “Wala tayong expectations. Walang history. No lies. Just two strangers… helping each other forget.” “Are you even serious?” “Mas seryoso pa ako kaysa sa lalaking tinakbuhan ka sa altar,” ani Elias. “At least I won’t leave you standing in front of a crowd.” Tila nawala ang hininga ni Lyra. Isang iglap, bumalik lahat ng eksena sa simbahan—ang mga matang nakatingin sa kaniya, ang mga luhang pinigilan niya, ang pakiramdam ng pagiging walang halaga. “Why?” halos pabulong niyang tanong. “Why would you marry someone like me?” Elias looked at her. This time, may bahid na ng sakit sa mga mata nito. “Because I can. And because I think I need saving too.” Nang sumagi sa isipan ni Lyra ang mga salitang binitawan ni Tristan sa altar, tumulo na naman ang luha niya. Kinuha niya ang kamay ng binata at hinawakan ito ng mahigpit. “Let’s do something stupid,” mahinang sabi ni Lyra. Makalipas ang ilang oras, nasa city hall na sila. Tulala si Lyra habang nilalagdaan ang marriage certificate sa harap ng isang hukom na kaibigan daw ni Elias. Basang-basa pa rin ang suot niya, nanginginig ang kamay, pero buo ang loob. Hindi dahil sigurado siya, kundi dahil pagod na siyang masaktan. Kailangan niyang putulin ang bangungot. Kailangan niyang gumawa ng bagong kabaliwan para takasan ang lumang sakit. “Mrs. Montero,” sabi ng judge, “you may now kiss your husband.” Ngumiti si Elias. “I’ll save that for later.” Namula si Lyra, napaikot ang mata. “Sira ka talaga.” *** Sa isang luxury hotel suite, tahimik silang pumasok. Tahimik lang si Lyra. Basa pa rin ang buhok, pero pinilit niyang ayusin ang sarili. Tumayo siya sa harap ng salamin, tinitigan ang sarili—isang babaeng hindi na niya halos makilala. Habang binubuksan ni Elias ang mini bar, tinapunan niya ito ng tingin. “So… now what?” aniya. “Gabi ng kasal natin. Should I sleep on the couch?” “No need,” anito. Pagharap niya, muntik na siyang mapaatras. Tumayo si Elias mula sa kaniyang wheelchair ng dahan-dahan at parang wala siyang iniindang sakit. “W-Wait…” nauutal si Lyra. “Akala ko…” “I never said I couldn’t walk,” Elias replied, his voice low and calm. “You lied to me, Mr. Montero!” “I didn’t. I simply let you assume.” Lyra stepped back. “Then who the hell are you?” He took a step forward. “Your husband.” Isang hakbang pa. “And tonight, I’ll prove that.” Lumapit siya kay Lyra at hinawakan ang baba nito, pinatayo ang tingin niya. “You wanted to forget, right?” bulong ni Elias. “Then let me help you forget.” Mainit ang hininga nito, mabigat ang titig. “I should hate you for this,” she whispered. “Then hate me in the morning,” sagot niya habang inilalapit ang labi sa tainga ng dalaga. “But tonight… you’re mine.”The face, the hug, the feeling – they are not just familiar but have been longed for. It’s been three long years since Billie got sick and everything else happened. All the misunderstandings and things that both of them already want to forget have presented themselves again in the moment.“What time is your flight tomorrow?” Billie asked.“After lunch,” Zofi said.“So soon. I was hoping it would be at night,” he said.“I want to rest a bit before the next flight,” she said.Billie looks away and stays focused there.“What is it?” she asked.He shakes his head while trying to hide the sadness in his eyes with a fake smile.“You’re turning 29. We are both 29 now and one of us is already taken,” he said.Zofi understood what he meant.“It can’t be pushed back anymore this time,” he said.“Are you assuming that I am going to end up with him?” she asked bravely.“I know he’s not going to let you go,” he said seriously.“We are still getting to know more about each other,” she said nervo
Lizzie looks around the café while having her favorite drink. The place has improved a lot and it attracts more customers everyday. “Happy mood?” Zofi asked.“I’m enjoying this drink and this place,” Lizzie said.“I can see that,” Zofi said.Jiro entered the café and saw them immediately. He waved at them before heading to the café’s office. He looks so cool and handsome while juggling his duties in the café and his job as a consultant for a company.“We’ve been frequenting this place for months now,” Lizzie said.“It’s the closest to our office,” Zofi said.“I mean, you come here regularly,” Lizzie said.“And?” Zofi asked.“You’re really not afraid of him anymore?” Lizzie asked.“He’s nothing to me,” Zofi asked.“C’mon. Have you seen him lately?” Lizzie asked.“I see him almost every time I come here,” Zofi said.“Maybe….you know? You could explore the possibility?” Lizzie asked.“Of what?” Your imagination is getting weird,” Zofi said.Lizzie leans forward. “Don’t tell me you
Zofi and Luke catch their breath upon reaching the entrance of the restaurant. “We should freshen up first before we meet them. I’m getting ready for a full lecture from my mother so you should be ready to,” she told Luke. “Maybe if we looked haggard she would be more understanding,” he said. “You don’t know her. Go wash your face first,” she said. Hundreds of thoughts come running in Zofi’s head. Explaining how they lost Danica is a big challenge. “Ready?” she asked Luke as he came out of the men’s room. The two walk slowly to their reserved table. Contrary to what they thought, her mother is in high spirit. Danica looks like she’s happy too. There’s no hint of what happened in the early part of the day. The two look at each other. Everyone in the table is happy but there’s one she doesn’t remember inviting to this dinner. “Why are here?” she asked Jiro who’s sitting in front of her mother. Jiro looks uneasy. “Hey, that’s not how you greet a guest,” her mother said
It’s Zofi’s twenty-eight birthday. She woke up even before her alarm goes off. Her phone is full of messages but Billie's message stands out. It reads, "Happy 28th birthday. I pray for your success and happiness. Enjoy your day.”“Were you expecting more like 'I love you'?” Natalie asked.“Don’t be silly. Of course not,” Zofi said.“But your tone said otherwise,” Natalie said.“I don’t know what you're talking about,” Zofi said.“Not me seeing you stalking his account,” Natalie said.“You did not,” Zofi almost screamed.“You left it open yesterday and I happened to see it,” Natalie said with a naughty smile.“Anyway, my parents are arriving anytime now,” Zofi said to change the topic.“Why do they need a bigger place? Are they coming with friends?” Natalie asked.Zofi looked at her for a moment then began thinking.“I was busy and just went ahead and looked for a bigger one. I didn’t care to ask,” Zofi said.“Hmmm….are they not bringing you a surprise guest for your birthday?” N
Natalie opened the door with a big smile on her face.“I knew you saw it. And don’t pretend that you had nothing to do with him waiting for me in the airport today,” Zofi told her.The smile on Natalie’s face quickly vanished. Ryan listens to the girls’ conversation.“Hello there,” Zofi greeted him as she walks to her room.Ryan signaled that she follows her and try to explain.“Listen, he was just concerned about you,” Natalie said outside Zofi’s door.Zofi stays quiet inside her room. She too couldn’t believe she got inside a cab with Jiro. Her neck hurts a little from not moving during the short cab ride.“It's a good start,” Ryan told Natalie.“Is he really a good person?” she asked.“He is. He’s just misunderstood because he cares a lot for her but he’s a little careless too,” he said.The mood in the office is light as everyone anticipates an outing for all employees and interns.“Finally, you’re here!” Lizzie said as soon as Zofi entered their area.“What did I miss?” Zofi
Zofi slowly opened her room’s door. The entire unit is dark with only the light coming from the kitchen. There’s no sign of Natalie being awake. She then carefully pulled her luggage and walked quickly and quietly to the main door.She catches her breath as she stands outside of their unit. A car service taking her to the airport awaits downstairs.“Miss, would you like to have some coffee or tea?” the flight attendant asked.“Coffee, please,” she said with a sign of relief on her face.It’s two more hours before she lands in Manila. She messaged Natalie to tell her about her early flight.“I couldn’t believe myself,” she said to Natalie yesterday afternoon.“What happened? Why are you panting?” Natalie asked.“My mind was wandering. I knew I saw Jiro coming from the opposite direction but I didn’t bother taking a different route,” Zofi said.“Wait. He came from the opposite direction so he’s not following you,” Natalie clarified.“It’s a different way of doing it but I wasn’t
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