Was It Worth It Taking The Risk? When was taking the risk became worth it? When can we say that taking the risk was worth it? Is once enough? Here is the story. Strangers to fuck buddies, to lover, to... siblings? Two fell, one hole. How will they face the shocking truth that will shake their newly build love? Will they rebuild the love and trust... again? Or... continue believing what's best to know the lie to be the truth? Talliana Aracosa, a fresh topnotcher from the CPA Licensure Exam. Psalm Saint Sinco, son of the known fuck boy and business tycoon man, mothered by a beautiful and popular actress.
View MoreAng buhay ay isang laro. Dapat kang manalo, pero dapat ay tumatanggap ka ng pagkatalo. Kasi hindi ka naman laging panalo.
Winning isn't always winning. Because in every failure, there's a lesson to learn. There is knowledge to acquire, and new beginnings to start. Sa buhay ko naman, marami ang pagkakamali, ganon rin ang aral. Sa bawat maling desisyon, may bagong pinto para sa diskusyon. A right balance of regrets and right decisions. I had to remind myself a couple of times about the lessons. Sometimes, it would slip away from me, but I am thankful that I had a great hold of it. I had to have principles. I had to have something to stand on. I had to have something to hold on, to believe on. "Happy Birthday and Congratulations, Tali!" My friends cheered the moment I opened the door of the bar. Iunupahan ba nila ang buong bar? "Thank you, guys! This is really much appreciated!" I thanked them. They throw a party for my birthday, at sakto pa na lumabas ang resulta ng board exam para sa mga accountant. I felt happy. The initiative of these people is top tier! Matapos ang batian at kaunting kulitan ay nagsimula na ang kasiyahan. I can see everyone having their best time. Marami ang bisita. "We told the DJ that we're here to surprise and celebrate you for your birthday and for passing the BAR. So, he announced it. People in the bar agreed to that, so, this happened," nakangiting paliwanag ni Alex. I squinted my eyes. "The DJ, huh?" " I teased. "May selective hearing ka ba, Tali? Iyon lang ang narinig mo?" Umirap siya, pero nangingiti. Tumawa ako. "Napaka defensive naman...." I teased again. "Che!" Irap niya ulit. Nangingiti akong pinagmamasdan ang dagat ng mga tao. "How was it?" Alex asked, now calm. "What?" Nilingon ko siya. "The exam. Did you have a hard time? I mean, sure it was hard, but I just think maybe you didn't… You're smart, right?" I smiled. She sounded nervous. Alex is my friend. Mas bata lang siya ng isang taon sa ‘kin. She doesn't want me to treat her like a little sister, pero ganon siya umarte. She wants a sister. So I acted like one. "It's actually fine. Kung nag aral ka ng maayos, masasagot mo," I winked. "So confident," she sighed. "It's your turn next year." "Yeah. I'm a bit scared." Relatable. In my fourth year, I anticipated my downfall. Masyado kasi akong nahirapan at hindi ko pa naba-balanse ng maayos ang landi at aral ko. Good thing, my mother slapped me, one time. Tumino ako. Well, my mother is a strong woman. She raised us alone. Without the help of anyone. Gago kasi ang mga naging lalaki niya. Iniiwan lang siya. Pinapabayaan sa mga responsibilidad. Pagkatapos magpaka-sarap, aalis. Mag iiwan pa ‘yan ng blessing! It's hard to grasp that part. Hindi ko masyadong maintindihan. I need to have deep knowledge in order to understand that part of our lives. Ang tanging alam ko lang, gago ang tatay ko, at ayaw ko siyang makita. Hindi na ako humihiling na sana makilala ko pa ang loko kong tatay, ni hindi ko nga alam kung tatay ba dapat ang tawag ko sa kanya. I have no plans on meeting him, I don't even know if he knows me. I think we both don't know each other. At mas mabuti ‘yon. Ayaw ko ng taong iniiwan ako, lalo na si Mama. Kung ayaw sa amin ng gagong tatay ko, bahala siyang magpakasaya sa buhay niya. I'd rather live my life worry free than constantly remind myself that I had no father. Tsk. Marami naman kaming wala ama. Parang common situation nalang ‘yan, nasasanay ka nalang. Ang gago nga, e… And it takes one slap to make me wake up. My mother had to do it harshly in order for me to see the world I neglected. She made me see the things I should have put my focus on. By then, I managed. I lessened my night outs, ignored the suitors I had. Kahit pa gustong gusto kong lumandi kasi nakaka-umay na puro numero nalang ang kaharap ko. It's a bit boring on that part, actually. But now, looking back, I can say, all was worth it. It happened because I wanted it to happen. I made it happen. "You'll get there. Don't be scared. Just trust yourself." Trust. Such word, deep meanings. It has to be earned. I wish people just need to trust themselves other than people. They'll break it, anyway. Tumawa siya. "I can't believe I'm hearing that from you!" Tawa niya. Napairap ako. "Well, I think it's hormones…” "Hormones? I thought you’re in your drought season?” I rolled my eyes. Ang dumi ng bibig nito. “Hormones saying ‘I want to be fucked, already!’ ” Pag iiba ko sa boses ko. “So, you should shut up, and just drink!” I gave her a shot. She laughed then, and drank the shot I gave. Gumuhit agad iyon sa lalamunan niya dahil nangasim agad ang mukha niya. "By the way, we invited him,” she suddenly said. Him. The moment I heard that, I knew she's referring to someone I wanted to have experience with… Totoo ba? My head snapped at her. She winked. "Baby, it's time for your birthday sex..." She whispered in my ear sexily. Shit! Totoo nga! Oh my fuck. I'll be damn watered tonight? Matapos marinig iyon ay agad akong nagpunta sa bar counter. I ordered a bottle of tequila. When I got it, I also asked for a shot glass. I'm gonna roam around and make everyone drink my damn tequila! But of course, body shot for one man... I crave... I sound like a madwoman! Resulta ba ito ng halos dalawang taong walang dilig?! Well, I have been playful. Fucking my life to the core that it come to the point my mother had to slap me. I was thankful for that, though. I didn't want to be like her. I danced along with everyone, and poured tequila on their mouths. Hindi naman pala kailangan itong shot glass, eh! I'd go to a group of people, make them drink, and then jump to another. Very easy, socialicey. Must go to the goal quickly. I spotted my goal for tonight. Agad akong nagpursige para mapalapit sa grupo nila na hindi nauubos ang tequila. These people are damn hungry for shots! "Hey, Tali! Happy Birthday! And congratulations for passing the BAR! Topnotcher!" Mailey shrieked, a friend. We were grinding our hips to the music while talking. I have lived my life like this. But it stopped. Kasi nga nasampal ako ni Mama. "Thank you, babe! Give it a shot!" She opened her mouth and I poured the tequila on it. Naghiyawan naman ang iba. Nangasim agad ang mukha ni Mailey. Tequila effect… I saw my target sitting on the red couch, with his legs spread. Whiskey on his hand. His friends around him, talking. He was serious and dark. Tinitigan ko siya ng ilang minuto pa. Damn. He really looks good. Walang palya ang Maykapal sa pag gawa ng mukha niya. I saw him smirking. Naka side view siya sa ‘kin. Kaya half lang ng mukha niya ang nakikita ko. His sharped jaw, deepend. I pressed my lips. Damn... Gusto ko ‘yan…Maybe… we go through things… and it's normal, because we are living. It's much more painful if you're only existing. But for some, it's better to exist than to live. And I honestly don't get it at first… because growing up with the judgment of people around me, I always seek for fun, and I always want them to see how wrong they think of me. But now… it was different. Maybe I should have only existed, and didn't wish to live free… because of the aftermath. The consequences of wanting more… means receiving less. I wanted to live a good life, and if not, I want to have, at least, a joyful one. Because, growing up, I never had this kind of freedom, because I was always doomed, and eyes were always watching me, waiting for me to fail.And now when I think that I'm slowly having it, and I have proven myself… it all suddenly crumbled down. All because I wish for more— for love.Maybe I was ambitious for things… I wanted a good life, one that could make me breath freely without having to
I am not kind. I get angry. I have done evil things. I have… manipulated things to make it go my way. I have… cursed every person I hated… I was never kind, and I was never a good person. I have done evil… does that mean, I deserve to live in hell? I am not complaining nor protesting at the current things being thrown at me. The judgements, the accusations, the bad things they throw at me, the… sin I had done… all of it… and being in this certain situation right now, makes me feel… that I deserve it. I deserve the judgement. I deserve not to be loved. I deserve to be left behind. I deserve to… be trash in everybody’s life. I don't deserve good things, only bad things. The video played on a constant loop, while I cried. There were no sounds, but it was clear… that it was me, and Psalm. It was compiled. Like whoever recorded this… and saw this in person… must have witnessed it.. a lot of times, already. My face… looking like I was pleasured and pleased, by how Psalm sla
I value friendship — much more the friendship I have with Alex. We treat each other as sisters, or maybe… it was just me who assumed that. Betrayal isn't her thing— that's the only reason that's keeping me away from the idea of her… actually betraying me. It's a hard pill to swallow. The signs are clearly showing it… and I kept myself blind enough… Wala, e. Siya lang ang kaibigan na meron ako… Hindi ko naman mapipigilang masaktan, ‘di ba? I reported my lost wallet to the police. When I asked the front desk in the company, they said they had found nothing. So, maybe it was taken outside by whoever got it from the inside. And most probably… the person who got it works under the same company…. The odds are big, and it's the most probable scenario. If not, then maybe it's a stranger… ang sama lang at mas pinili niyang nakawan ang pera roon, imbes na isauli. But I also have doubts about it, because the money is from the company. My name was used for the transfer… kaya ako ang naa
“Why did you choose to enter the 13th floor instead of going down further through the stairs?” Mr. Alvaro asked.“Why? I can't?” I asked, too.Even if I don't want to be this rude, and I should have been more recessive to the questions because, in the eyes of these people, I am the culprit. But it's not sitting well with me. The case is not about why I chose to stop by the 13th floor instead of going down further. Hindi ko lang makita ang tamang dahilan.“Answer me, Miss Aracosa…”I sighed as I heard his thundering voice. Hindi siya galit, pero sobrang lalim at animo'y sumisigaw ang speaking voice niya. “I find it hard to go down further. Napagod na ako. You don't expect me to walk down the stairs with my heels on? I came from the damn 15th floor!” He waited for my words to come out full, and I didn't buckle up. Kasi hindi ko talaga makuha ang punto ng tanong na ‘to. Unless the 13th floor is a forbidden floor for the employees… like me? “Look, I don't get why you are asking this
My body froze and the confidence I had earlier slightly buckled. Parang gusto kong umurong at mag isip. Sumigaw at magmura. Tawagan si Alex at humingi ng tulong.But no, I can't do all of that. I cannot buckle up now. Hindi puwede. I know I should have given myself a proper and enough time to think this through, but the thought that the people here are throwing me allegations and worse accusations horrified me. Mr. Almario’s laugh echoed the whole office. The look of every eye inside screams judgment and pity. I felt… embarrassed… humiliated.I looked at Mr. Almario and made myself composed as much as I could.“I hope you don't choke on your laugh and die early, Mr. Almario.” I chuckled, voice low. “I really do…” Tinapunan ko ng tingin ang iba pang katrabaho. Some are avoiding my eye contact as if they are ashamed of judging, and some are holding it in looking so proud they're judging me. I scoffed as I got the letter on my table. It was really a show cause letter. I gripped it t
Confusion and anger filled me in. Confused because she didn't answer my calls when I called her for God knows how many times already! And yet, she answered Psalm with just one call? Anger because I felt… betrayed. Kaibigan ko siya… ‘di ba? Maasahan ko siya… Kaya ko siyang pagkatiwalaan…In fact, I only trusted her, and only treated her as my only friend. My only resource. But… this?I would understand if she's busy, or that she's doing something really important. But how could he answer Psalm's call and ignore mine? Ako ang kaibigan niya, ‘di ba? “Why did she answer your call?!” I shouted after throwing his phone. Sa galit, at sa hindi ko malamang dahilan, kinuha ko ang cellphone niya at pinatay ang tawag bago iyon itinapon. I looked at him with anger in my eyes. I could burn him with my stare right now, if only I could light a fire with my anger.Nakatayo na ako ngayon. I looked down on him, he looked at me… shocked.What? “I don't know….” “Why did she answer your call and igno
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