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KABANATA 2

Penulis: Eyah
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2024-06-15 14:54:58

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, CALISTA?! HOW DARE YOU DISOBEY ME?!”

Kusang tumulo ang luha ko habang unti-unti kong nararamdaman ang sakit ng malakas na paglapat ang palad ni Daddy sa kaliwang pisngi ko. I was still in shock.

“D-Dad, why?” puno ng pagtataka kong sabi at tinitigan siya sa naluluha kong mga mata. Gulung-gulo ako. I don’t know what was happening. ‘Di ba, dapat natutuwa siya dahil nakuha ko ang investor na matagal niya nang gustong mapa-oo?

“EXPLAIN THIS TO ME, CALISTA. RIGHT NOW!” sigaw niya sa akin. Kasunod niyon ay naghagis siya ng ilang piraso ng may-kakapalang papel sa akin---maybe those were pictures.

Tumama sa akin lahat ng papel na inihagis niya. One of those was even able to leave a thin paper cut on my cheek, same cheek where he slapped me. Aray.

Yumuko ako at isa-isang pinulot ang mga larawan na nagkalat sa sahig. And when I saw those, I stood more shocked. Saan niya nakuha ang mga ito?

Those pictures starred me wearing a simple plain blue shirt paired with white pants. In one of the photos, I was with my best friend Sharina. Ang sumunod ay si Calvin naman ang kasama ko.  He’s my boyfriend, pero hindi alam nila Daddy ang pakikipagrelasyon ko sa kanya. Pero ang mas nakapagdulot ng kaba sa akin ay ang lugar kung saan nakuhanan ang mga larawan na iyon. It was all taken while I am still in the Contessa Fashion School---a charity-ran fashion school found several kilometers away from where I live. Rural area na ang kinalalagyan ng school na iyon, which I chose personally dahil ayokong may makakilala sa akin at matunton ako nina Daddy o ng kahit sino na nakakakilala sa totoong ako.

Pero paano napasakamay niya lahat ng larawan na ito? Am I being followed?

“ANO, CALISTA? BAKIT HINDI KA MAKASAGOT? TELL ME WHAT THESE PICTURES ARE ABOUT!” sigaw niya ulit.

Napalunok ako. Dali-dali akong nag isip ng alibi na maidadahilan para mailihis si Dad sa katotohanan na kusa nang sumampal sa kanya. O kusa nga ba?

“D-Dad, kasi---”

“I DON’T WANT REASONS, CALISTA. PALIWANAG MO ANG KAILANGAN KO! ANONG KALOKOHAN ITO?!”

Napapitlag ako. His voice intensified more as he shouted those words to me.

“I… WAS ONLY THERE FOR A PROJECT CHARITY!”

Nakagat ko ang ibabang labi ko nang kusang lumabas sa bibig ko ang mga salitang iyon.

“Ano?” turan niya, mas mababa at kalmado na ang boses niya kumpara kanina.

This is is, Calista. Mali, pero ito na lang ang makakapitan mo para hindi ka mabuking ng wala sa oras. Just take this for now. For your dreams, for your passion.

I cleared my throat. Marahan ko ring pinunasan ang luha na naglandas sa mga pisngi ko kanina. Then I smiled a bitter smile.

“I WAS JUST THERE FOR A PROJECT CHARITY I HAD,” paninindigan ko. “I… Our professor asked us to conduct a project charity and make a documentation out of it afterwards. N-Nagkataon lang na while scrolling on my social media, I saw a post about that… poor fashion school. They’re claiming that they were experiencing difficulty in raising a fund to buy additional materials for their studies. All that they have to raise was… a few thousand pesos. Fifty, maybe? Naisip ko na hindi naman ganoon kalaki ang hinihingi nila, plus judging on the students’ looks and the place’s state, I know na madali silang magtanim at mag-express ng utang na loob. So, I chose them as my subject. And this pictures, are from press. Kasabay ng pagpunta ko roon ay nagpadala ako ng press. Naisip ko lang, pupunta na lang din naman ako doon, might as well hit two birds with one stone. Matatapos ko ang project ko, at the same time ay makakapag-ambag ako sa good publicity nating mg Sy. `Seems like effective ‘yung naging plano ko.”

Habang sinasabi ko ang mga katagang iyon ay unti-unti rin akong nakaramdam ng panliliit. I didn’t mean to humiliate my beloved school and the kindhearted students studying their with me. It’s just that… wala na akong choice!

Nang makita ko ang unti-unting paglambot ng ekspresyon ni Daddy ay nakahinga na rin ako ng maluwag kahit papaano. Thank goodness, he bit my story!

Lumapit siya sa akin at marahang hinawakan ang pisngi ko na nasampal niya kanina. Sumasakit pa rin iyon at sa hula ko ay namumula pa rin, idagdag pa ang paper cut na nalikha ng pictures na inihagis niya sa akin kanina.

“I’m so sorry, anak. I guess, I judged you the other way. I also didn’t mean to hurt you,” marahan na niyang saad habang marahang hinahaplos ang pisngi ko.

He also drew me closer to him gently, hugging me with all his heart. Muli ay kusang pumatak ang luha ko. Partly because I missed having this serene moment with him. And partly because my heart still aches, dahil hindi ko magawang magsabi sa kanya ng totoo dahil sa takot na hadlangan niya ako sa totoong pangarap ko. I was sad and hurting knowing that he wouldn’t be supporting me if he got to know what my heart beats for real. Ni hindi ko nga mai-share sa kanya ang totoo na gusto kong maging sa future ko. I maybe the perfect daughter in her eyes, pero kapalit naman noon ay ang pagsasakripisyo ko sa totoong ako.

“I’m really sorry, anak. Let me make it up to you, okay?” he said once again in his most gentle voice. “Babawi ako. And one more thing, alam ko na ‘yung kay Mr. Saavedra. You just make me the proudest dad ever, anak. You proved to me once again that I was able to shape you and raise you to be the best among all the vast fortune heirs and heiresses in this world. Hindi ako nagkamali sa iyo, anak.

Hearing those words made my heart instantly melt. But it still hurts.

Clap… Clap… Clap…

Napapitlag ako matapos balutin ang office ni Daddy ng mababagal na pagpalakpak.

“Aww, what a sweet father and daughter bonding,” sabi ng isang babae habang patuloy pa rin sa pagpalakpak. Knowing that familiar and irritating voice, kahit hindi ko lingunin ang babae ay alam ko na agad kung sino iyon---si Monica.

Lumayo ako kay Daddy para pasimpleng punasan ang mukha ko na basa pa rin ng luha.

“I can’t believe that you’re still fond of your perfect daughter after finding out what she’s been doing all this time,” sabi niya pa. Tumigil na siya sa pagpalakpak pero humahakbang na siya ng dahan-dahan palapit sa amin ni Daddy.

Hindi nakawala sa pandinig ko ang bawat salitang sinabi niya. Sabi ko na nga ba.

Siya at ang magaling niyang ina na naman ang nasa likod ng leaked pictures na iyon. As always. May nagawa kasi akong ikaaangat ng tingin sa akin ni Daddy, kaya inaasahan ko na rin na gagawa rin sila ng hakbang para pawalang-bisa iyon. I just didn’t thought that it will be this bad.

But I can’t be seen by her being so affected. I have to stand on my alibi, dahil kung hindi ko malulusutan ito ay alam kong babalik ang galit ni Daddy sa akin. Mas lalala pa dahil malalaman niyang nagsinungaling ako, all to support my disobedience of his orders.

“Are you really that desperate, Monica? Lumamang lang ako ng konti, you already spun into action to ruin my image on my father’s eyes?” nang-uuyam na wika ko. Nginitian ko pa siya ng mapang-asar. “Kawawa ka naman pala. Pero kung gusto mo---kayo ng mommy mo---na mas nakakaangat kayo lagi, bakit kaya hindi na lang kayo umakyat na sa langit para secured na ang highest spot niyo?”

Panandalian akong tumigil sa pagsasalita para tingnan ang mukha niya na halatang pikon na pikon na. Her face was slowly flushing red, as well as her ears and the upper part of her neck. Nagtatagis din ang mga ngipin niya habang matalim na nakatingin sa akin.

“Sabagay. Duda ako kung sa langit nga kayo mapupunta once na mamaalam kayo sa mundong ibabaw. For what you’re doing, feeling ko nakahanda na ang special catering na si Satanas mismo ang nagpaka-punong abala para may grand entrance kapag bumagsak na kayo roon,” pagtatapos ko.

“You…!” Umakma siyang susugurin ako para sampalin. Ibinaling ko ng bahagya ang mukha ko, naghihintay sa paglapat ng palad niya sa pisngi ko.

Pero hindi nangyari iyon dahil mabilis na nahawakan ni Daddy ang nakaamba niyang kamay. Hinila niya si Monica at marahas na iginilid.

“Stop, you two! Wala na bang pagkakataon na magsasama kayo nang walang nagaganap na pagtatalo?!” awat pa ni Daddy.

Hindi ako kumibo. Tiningnan ko lang si Monica habang nakangiti pa rin ako na puno ng pang-aasar.

“At ikaw, Monica. Your sister here already explained her side. Na-misinterpret lang ang actions niya---”

“And you believe her just that?!” Tumawa si Monica na para bang naghi-hysterical na. “Poor you, Papa!”

Papa? Bigla ay parang gusto kong matawa. How dare her address my father “Papa”, ‘tapos pagtataasan niya ng boses na para bang pinagsasabihan ito?

“I believed her because she said something that made me believe her!” sagot ni Daddy.

“Really? What if I showed you something that would make you rethink your decision of believing her, hm?” hamon ni Monica.

Showed you something?

Agad na namang kumabog ang dibdib ko sa kaba. What was it that Monica has to show my father? Kung nagawa niyang matunton ako sa CFS at palihim na makakuha ng mga larawan ko habang nandoon ako, I’m sure she has something more in store that will ruin my figure in Dad’s eyes.

Nanlaki ang mga mata ko nang ilabas niya ang isang brown envelope. Pabagsak niyang nilapag iyon sa table ni Daddy.

“Ikaw nang bahalang humusga sa perpekto mong anak,” hamon niya pa.

Kinuha agad ni Daddy ang envelope na nilapag ni Monica. Habang binubuksan niya iyon ay mataman ang pagkakatitig niya sa akin.

I felt like I’m gonna lose my breath anytime now. Parang gusto kong agawin ang envelope na iyon kay Daddy bago pa man niya makita ang kung anong laman niyon. But it was too late.

Hawak na ni Daddy ang ilang piraso ng papel. At habang nakatitig siya sa mga iyon ay unti-unting bumadya ang galit sa mukha niya. Hanggang sa napamura siya.

Napapikit na lang ako ng mariin, naghihintay sa mga masasakit na salitang nakaamba niya nang sabihin. I know that he could possibly hurt me more than what he just did minutes earlier.

“Your daughter right here isn’t really going in a prestigious, private academy. Instead, she goes in a cheap, charity-ran fashion school. She doesn’t want to be a business woman and run this company in the future. All that she wants is to design and make some… trashy, unbranded attires. So not chic,” Monica said, a proud grin was carved on her lips. “But you know what’s more shocking? ‘Yung tuition niya na dapat ay para sa pag-aaral niya sa business school, ipinanlimos niyang lahat sa pipitsuging fashion school na pinili niyang pasukan. How disgusting was that?”

Dahan-dahang umangat ang tingin sa akin ni Daddy. His deadly glare just proves how furious he is, obviously to me.

“D-Dad, I can explain---”

“Para saan pa, Calista? For you to make another vicious lies?” mahina ngunit mariing putol niya sasasabihin ko pa. “I trusted you enough, Calista. I favored you in everyhing. I always took your side. And this is how you repay me?”

I wasn’t able to answer immediately as the only thing I could afford to do is to swallow the huge lump that seems to be forming on my throat.

“D-Dad---”

“Now that it seems like you’re already ruining your future, I guess I have to take actions in order to save you from your crazy antics.”

Napanganga ako.

Bagamat kalmado siya ay ramdam ko pa rin ang hindi niya maitatagong galit. The veins in his forehead were visible. Tila puputok na ang mga iyon. Tiim-bagang din siya habang sinasabi ang lahat ng mga salitang binitawan niya.

“With regards to the deal our family had with the Cervanos, you have to replace Monica. That’s the only way I could save you from ruining your life,” tila desidido na niyang saad.

The deal with the Cervanos that he was talking about was an arranged marriage. Nakipagkasundo siya na isa sa amin ni Monica ang ipapakasal sa panganay na anak ng mga Cervano kapag dumating ang panahon na nasa legal na kaming edad. Hanz Cervano was already seventeen years old. Ako naman ay sixteen at si Monica ay fifteen pa lang. The Cervanos wanted the younger one, that was why Monica was chosen to be his future bride instead of me. Pero ngayon, mukhang sa akin na nakatakdang mangyari ang nakaambang kapalaran ni Monica. And I just couldn’t make that happen.

“Dad, please huwag mong gawin sa akin ito. I can’t be married to anyone---”

“Why? Because of… some guy named Calvin? Your boyfriend na nag-aaral din on the same school as you?” putol ni Monica sa akin. “Grabe ka na talaga, sissy. I don’t know what happened to you, pero parang nasobrahan ka naman na yata sa katangahan. You studying in a charitable school in exchange for a more prestigious academy is forgivable and understandable, okay. Exchanging business career to pursue some trashy dream---”

“BEING A FASHION DESIGNER ISN’T A TRASHY DREAM, MONICA,” mariin kong saad.

“Whatever,” sagot niya naman at inirapan ako. “But yes, you heard it right, Papa. Your daughter right here, is having a secret relationship with someone who’s poorer than a rat.”

Muling ibinaling ni Daddy ang tingin niya sa akin. And this time, I could say that he is even furious.

“Don’t you worry, Monica. Calista will be breaking up with that boy and she will marry Hanz Cervano---”

Nanlaki ang mga mata ko.

“WHAT?! NO!” sigaw ko na puno ng pagtutol. “I would understand you meddling with my life and my studies. Pero huwag niyong idamay dito si Calvin---”

“It is what it is, Calista. YOU’LL BE MARRYING HANZ BECAUSE THAT WILL BE YOUR LAST RESORT OR YOU WILL LEAVE ME NO CHOICE BUT TO DISINHERIT YOU.”

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