SOIRYE'S P. O. V
WHEN I GOT TO THE APARTMENT DAMON HAD MENTIONED, THE FIRST THING I DID WAS TO DIAL A CERTAIN NUMBER.
Ang tanga ko lang dahil hindi ko naisip na nasa labas na ako ng bansa at iba na ang network reception doon. So instead, I logged in to one of my social media accounts at doon ko na lang tinawagan si Kyree. He's my gay assistant. At ngayon na biglaan akong nawalan at hindi ko alam kung kailan ako makakabalik, I have to call him to make him in-charge or everything while I'm gone. "Hello—” "Hello, Madam Winter?! Madam Winter!” tila naiiyak niyang bulalas sa kabilang linya. "Madam! Madam, buti naman tumawag ka na! Kanina pa kami windang na windang at alalang-alala sa'yo rito kung bakit wala ka pa! Never ka naman kasing na-late at absent ng walang pasabi!” Napailing na lang ako at inilayo sa tainga ko ang cell phone dahil kung hindi, malamang na mabingi ako sa lakas ng boses niya. "I'm just out doing some business, okay? Biglaan kaya hindi na ako nakapagsabi. Anyways, I don't know kung hanggang kailan ako rito. While I'm gone, I am counting on you to handle everything there on its proper places. May special bonus ka sa'kin kapag nagawa mo ng maayos ang trabaho,” seryosong sabi ko. "Ha?! Madam, gusto ko ng bonus pero huwag naman gan'to! I cannot, okay?! Hindi ko alam, Madam, kung paano ko ha-handle ang commotion dito sa company ngayon!” Kusang kumunot ang noo ko sa sinabi niya. "Commotion? What commotion are you talking about?” "Eh, kasi Madam, usap-usapan ngayon na nasa bansa raw si Damon Ignaci! Eh 'di ba, hype na hype siya ngayon? Tsaka ikaw na rin ang nag-splook na gusto mo siyang gawing feature sa mga susunod na issue natin? This is once in a life time, Madam! Kaya nagkakagulo sila rito ngayon kung paano nila matitiyempuhan si Damon Ignaci para matanong kung pwede siyang i-feature. Ikaw sana, Madam, ang inaasahan nilang makakalapit kay Sir Ignaci! Kaso wala ka rin naman. Kaya paano na itey?” Nahilot ko ang sentido ko sa sinabi niya. I don't know, parang biglang sumakit ang ulo ko at kumulo ang dugo ko sa mga sinabi ni Kyree. "Who the hell made the news na nasa Pilipinas pa si Damon Ignaci?” tanong ko. I am trying my best to sound as calmest as possible. Kahit sa totoo lang ay gusto ko nang sumabog sa galit. "I don't know—” "Diyan sa company. Who among you made a news about Damon Ignaci being still in the country?” putol ko sa kanya. "Si… Si Wyna raw, Madam,” he hesitantly answered. "Wyna. The one on the sports department Wyna?” "Y-Yes, Madam.” Huminga ako ng malalim. "Well, tell her that she's spreading fake news. And also, tell her to make use of her remaining time there. Dahil sa oras na makabalik ako, she will be fired. On the dot. Naiintindihan mo?” puno ng awtoridad kong saad. Matagal bago makasagot si Kyree. "Y-Yes, Madam. P-Pero paano 'yung kay Damon Ignaci—” "Huwag niyo nang isipin 'yon. We'll have that interview with Damon Ignaci sooner and not later. For the meantime, ikaw munang bahala riyan. And when I came back, matatanggap mo na agad ang special bonus mo.” Hindi ko na hinintay na makasagot pa siya. Pinutol ko na agad ang tawag at naiinis na napaupo ako sa gilid ng kama. "Eh, kasi Madam, usap-usapan ngayon na nasa bansa raw si Damon Ignaci! Eh 'di ba, hype na hype siya ngayon? Tsaka ikaw na rin ang nag-splook na gusto mo siyang gawing feature sa mga susunod na issue natin? This is once in a life time, Madam! Kaya nagkakagulo sila rito ngayon kung paano nila matitiyempuhan si Damon Ignaci para matanong kung pwede siyang i-feature…” I smiled at the thought. Yes, Kyree was right. Masyadong hype na hype ngayon si Damon Ignaci hindi lang sa social media kundi pati na rin sa mass media. Aside from being the Italy's most richest's only heir, he's also known for his majestic and ever-luxurious lifestyle. Kilala rin siya bilang… well, chic magnet at womanizer. Wala raw sineseryosong babae but despite all those issue, marami pa ring interesado sa kanya. Marami-rami na rin naman sa side ng printed media ang ginawa siyang content at pinaggatasan, but all of them faced backlash after being proven that all of their articles were fake and released without the permission of Damon himself. That was why I grew interest in him. Nasa gitna ako ng malalim na pag-iisip nang mabulabog ako ng malalakas na katok sa pinto ng kwartong kinaroroonan ko. I'm certain, it was Paulson. Nakisuyo kasi ako sa kanya kanina na ibili ako ng makakain sa labas. I requested for a Filipino cuisine. Alam kong mahirap but so what? I just wanna test if what Damon said was true. Na kahit anong iutos ko sa driver niya, he will oblige. "Come in!” malakas kong saad at umayos ng upo sa kama. The door flew open and as expected, si Paulson nga ang nandoon. Pero imbis na food packs ang dala niya ay isang malaking kahon na kulay puti ang buhat-buhat niya. May ribbon pa 'yon na kulay puti rin. Iba lang ng shade. "This package arrived from Sir Damon. He said that there's a note inside for you to read,” saad ni Paulson. "Where should I put it?” Walang imik na tinuro ko ang kama para sabihing doon na lang ilapag ang kahon. "Now, where's my food—” "Sir Damon's personal chef is cooking something for you in the kitchen. It is so hard to find Filipino cuisine, that's why he asked me to just call his personal chef and cook for you.” Personal chef? Meron pala siyang personal chef dito knowing na hindi naman talaga siya taga-rito? Well, what else should I expect? He's the only heir of the Italy's richest personality. Umalis na rin agad si Paulson matapos kong sabihin na wala na akong iba pang iuutos. And once he went out, my gaze turned upon the huge, white box. Puno ng kuryosidad na kinuha ko iyon at maingat na inalis ang ribbon na nakatali sa cover no'n. After that, I slowly remove the box' cover. But after seeing the things inside that box, my jaw instantly drop. May laman iyong isang kulay puting dress. That dress contains some sparkly details, making it look simple yet elegant at the same time. Kasama no'n ay meron ding high-heeled sandals na kulay puti rin; may makeup set at pabango. Nang kunin ko ang dress ay doon ko lang napansin ang note na kasama ng mga iyon. Nahulog pa 'yung maliit na papel kaya kinailangan ko pang pulutin iyon bago ko maayos na nabasa. "Our wedding's set later at 5. Wear this dress and be the prettiest you. Will fetch you later before 4:30. See you, My Soirye.” ~Damon Ignaci *** "WILL FETCH YOU BEFORE 4:30, PERO 4:51 NA, WALA PA RIN.” Iyon na lang ang naiinis na nasambit ko sa sarili ko. I started to prepare for the "wedding" exactly at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. And as he request, I tried my best to be at my pettiest. Pasado alas kwatro na ako natapos mag-ayos and I thought na tamang-tama lang ang oras na iyon para hindi na ako matagal na maghintay kay Damon. Yet, here I am. Mahigit kalahating oras na akong naghihintay pero hanggang ngayon, kahit anino niya ay wala pa akong natatanaw. And the wedding's at 5 P.M., huh? Nine minutes na lang, alas singko na. Ano ba'ng tingin niya sa lugar kung saan kami "ikakasal"? Sa baba lang ng bahay? O baka sa kapit-bahay? "Miss, Sir Damon's already outside. He said you can to out now,” anunsiyo ni Paulson na humahangos pa. "Buti naman, naisipan pang dumating. Magbibihis na sana 'ko, eh,” inis kong turan. Nilagpasan ko siya at dali-dali na akong lumabas ng bahay. Nakita ko na nakaparada na nga sa labas ang isang kulay itim na sasakyan. Kulay itim? Nakaupo sa driver's seat si Damon na ngumiti agad pagkakita sa akin. Hindi ko siya nginitian pabalik. Instead, I walk towards him with a serious and blank expression. Padabog din ang ginawa kong pagbukas at pagsara sa pinto ng sasakyan. I chose to sit beside him 'cause who cares if I wanted to? "I understand that you're mad. Sorry, na-late ako. But I can explain later,” aniya pagkasakay ko. Hindi ako umimik at bahagya na lang na tumango. Mabilis na niyang pinasibad palayo ang sasakyan. Sobrang bilis ng pagpapaandar niya na halos pakiramdam ko ay lilipad na ako mula sa kinauupuan ko. But still, I didn't bother to ask him go slowly. Late na rin kasi kami sa call time. Almost late. 4:56 na at imposibleng makarating pa kami on time— "We're here,” biglang anunsyo ni Damon kasabay ng paghinto ng sasakyan. Biglaang paghinto, dahilan para muntik na akong masubsob. He immediately removed his seatbelt and went out of the car. For a moment, I just sit there. Hinihintay ko na pagbuksan niya ako ng pinto pero wala. He just knocked on the window, asking me to hurry up. Pagbaba ko, nagulat pa ako na nakalahad ang isang kamay niya para alalayan ako. But I chose to ignore him, anyway. He already did one streak of being the non-gentleman. Ituloy niya na, 'di ba? Nauna na akong naglakad at sumunod naman siya agad. He immediately grabbed me by the hand. His grip is tight enough to avoid me from taking my hand back. Kaya hinayaan ko na lang siya at magkahawak-kamay na kaming pumasok sa loob ng isang building. Then sa loob ng isang kwarto. Bumungad sa amin ang isang may katandaan nang lalaki na nakasuot ng uniform ng isang judge. "It's so glad to see you, Mr. Damon—” "Please, let's get to the point. I still have so many things to do and… my future wife here still needs to go out of the country.” Pinaghila ako ng upuan ni Damon sa harap ng judge bago siya umupo rin sa katabi no'n. "To be a husband and wife, one should possess—” "I thought, I already said let's get to the point. No need for that… damn quotes,” Damon interrupted the judge once again. Saglit na natigilan at hindi nakapagsalita 'yung judge. Nahiya naman ako bigla at nainis sa inaasal ni Damon. "Okay, may I request you to please stand up, Ma'am, Sir,” saad ng judge mayamaya pagkatapos marahil makabawi sa pagkabigla. Tumayo naman kami ni Damon. Inutusan kami ng judge na humarap sa isa't-isa at maghawak ng kamay. "Mr. Damon Ignaci, do you accept Miss… uh, Miss Soirye Galveza to be your lawfully wedded wife?” anito. "I do,” Damon said. Imbis na sinseridad, pagkainip ang bakas na bakas ngayon sa boses niya. Well, what should I expect? Hindi naman "marriage out of love" 'tong gagawin namin kundi marriage out of each other's convenience. Walang pinagkalayo mga mababasang nobela na contract marriage ang genre. "Miss Soirye Galveza, do you accept Mr. Damon Ignaci to be your lawfully wedded husband?” baling naman sa akin ng judge. "I do,” sagot ko rin kasabay ng marahang pagtango. To my surprise, Damon took out a ring and put it on my finger. Inabutan niya rin ako ng isa pang singsing at sinuot ko naman 'yon sa kanya. "I now now pronounce you… husband and wife!” Damon grabbed me by the waist and started kissing me right in front of the judge. Matagal at malalim ang halik na 'yon. That was a simple kiss yet it made my entire body ache and feel in heat. Pagkatapos niya akong halikan, walang sabi-sabi na hinila niya na ako palabas ng kwartong iyon. Hindi man lang siya nagpaalam sa judge. We are in the middle of walking when suddenly, he grabbed me and started to carry me—bridal style. Mabuti na lang at walang gaanong tao sa hallway na nadadaanan namin kaya walang masyadong nakakapansin sa biglaan niyang ginawa. Nang ibaba niya ako ay sa loob na mismo ng passenger's seat. 'Tapos sumakay na rin siya roon at walang sabi-sabing pinaandar na palayo ang sasakyan. "Guess where we're heading, My Soirye,” basag niya sa katahimikan makalipas ang ilang segundo. "To your bed?” pilyang saad ng isip ko. Napangiti pa ako dahil doon at aaminin ko na medyo na-excite rin ako. Thinking the wildness we did last night. Paano pa kaya ngayon na "kasal" na kami? Pero imbis na iyon ang sabihin ko ay tinanong ko na lang siya kung saan nga ba. "To the field. Get ready, Paulson is about to fly you back to the Philippines.” Biglang nabura ang ngiti ko.1 year later… DAMON'S P. O. VThe air hung heavy with the scent of lilies and the damp earth of the cemetery. I placed the basket of flowers, a vibrant splash of color against the grey headstones, in front of the grave. "It's been almost a year. I'm still missing you. I still miss you…” I whispered, my voice hoarse with unshed tears.I stood there, staring at the inscription, my mind a jumbled mess of grief and guilt. I should have been beside her sooner. I should have been beside her every day, holding her hand, telling her how much I loved her. But I was lost in my own world, oblivious to the pain she must have felt in her final days.I turned away, my eyes searching the horizon, as if looking for someone who was no longer there. The sun, a pale disc behind the clouds, cast long shadows across the cemetery, making the world feel even more desolate.Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind, a familiar warmth radiating through my body."Damon," a voice, soft as a whisp
DAMON'S P. O. VThe morning sun streamed through the window, painting stripes of gold across the bedroom floor. I stretched, a contented sigh escaping my lips. The night before, the night we had rediscovered each other, the night we had rekindled the flame of our love, felt like a dream. But the ache in my muscles, the lingering warmth in my heart, the contented smile on Winter's face as she slept beside me, were all too real.I slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her. She looked so peaceful, so serene, her face illuminated by the soft morning light. I leaned down and kissed her forehead, the warmth of her skin sending a shiver down my spine."Good morning, My Soirye," I whispered, my voice husky with emotion. "I love you."She stirred, a sleepy smile gracing her lips. "Good morning, Damon," she murmured, her voice soft as a whisper. "I love you too."I lingered for a moment, savoring the warmth of her presence, the feeling of her hand in mine. But the scent of bacon wafting fr
DAMON'S P. O. VThe humid air of the Philippines clung to us like a second skin, a comforting embrace after the long flight. We were home, back in the place where our love story began, a place that held the echoes of our laughter and the whispers of our dreams. The house we rented was small, a modest bungalow perched on a hill overlooking the ocean. It wasn't fancy, but it was ours, a haven away from the world's chaos. The air was thick with the scent of salt and jasmine, a symphony of smells that filled me with a sense of peace I hadn't felt in years.I chose this small place over my mansion for so many reasons. Una na ro'n ang peace of mind ni Soirye. Especially when she said that she is not yet ready to face the paparazzi. Hindi pa s'ya handang bumalik sa mga mata ng publiko. And I want to keep it that way either. At least, hanggang sa gumaling lang s'ya. I also don't want her life to be feasted by media. Dahil baka lalo lang makasama sa kanya.Darkon, our son, was a whirlwind of
DAMON'S P. O. VJust like what I told Soirye—Winter—or whatever the hell she wants me to call her, I picked her up even before the clock strikes seven. The air hung heavy with the scent of dried leaves and aroma of coffee, the kind that clung to you like a nice memory. Soirye stood before me, her face pale under the harsh fluorescent lights of the café, her eyes wide and defiant. My hand, still tingling from the force of my grip, ached with the memory of her weight in my arms."You know," I began, my voice rough, "you could have just told me. No need for all this.""Told you what?" she countered, her voice a tight wire. "Told you I adopted someone's child and I am living with him now as if he was my own?""You know what I'm talking about," I said, my patience wearing thin. "That adopted kid you're saying. The one you've been hiding. Alam ko na akin s'ya.""He's not hidden. Do you have proof na tinago ko nga s'ya?" she said, her voice rising. "He's just... he's just my son.""Your son
DAMONVS P. O. VThe wind whipped through my hair, carrying the scent of salt and something else, something familiar. I stood on the cliff edge, the vast expanse of the ocean spread before me, a mesmerizing symphony of blue and white. It's been years. Five years, three months, and six days; to be exact. I am not into counting of days or what. But ever since she left, I just found myself counting every day that goes by. With a tiny hope burried within me that says someday, she'll be back. Hindi man ngayon, pero someday. Balang araw.As I stare at the scenery, despite its beauty, my gaze was drawn downwards, to a small figure tugging at my sleeve.A boy, maybe five years old, stood there, his face etched with worry. He wasn't crying, but his eyes, wide and pleading, spoke volumes. They were the same shade of gray as mine, the same worried crease between his brows. He also keep begging as he attain eye contact with me. And the moment it happened, my heart skipped a fucking beat."Why do
Sumisilip ang liwanag ng umaga sa manipis na kurtina, nagpipinta ng malambot at mala-anghel na liwanag sa silid. Si Soirye, ang kanyang katawan ay mainit pa rin dahil sa init ng kumot, ay nag-inat nang marahan, ang kanyang tingin ay nahulog sa walang laman na espasyo sa tabi niya. Wala na si Damon, nasa baba na siya, malamang ay kinukumbinsi ang kanyang mga lolo’t lola gamit ang kanyang karaniwang init at pagmamahal. Nakaramdam siya ng isang pangungulila, isang pamilyar na sakit ng sama ng loob, isang paalala ng panlilinlang na kanilang ginagawa.Bumaba siya sa kama, ang kanyang mga paa ay malambot na humakbang sa malambot na karpet, ang kanyang isipan ay tumatakbo na sa mga pangyayari sa araw. Kailangan niyang ipagpatuloy ang panlilinlang, hindi bababa sa para sa kapakanan ng kanyang mga lolo’t lola, hindi bababa sa para sa kapakanan ng panlilinlang. Kailangan niyang magpanggap na siya ang mapagmahal na asawa, ang debotong kapareha, ang masayang babae. Ngunit ang totoo, pagod na siya