Hamatora Nice

My parents and my younger sister, Mable Munroe, are diagnosed with severe illnesses one after another. As I stare at the astronomical sum of medical bills, I can only grit my teeth and deal with them by taking on ten part-time jobs in one go. After stirring awake from collapse caused by exhaustion, I realize that I can hear the thoughts of everyone around me. My mom, who's too busy coughing up blood, has something else going on in her mind. "This low-quality fake blood really is disgusting! Why isn't that stupid brat giving us her salary of the day? I need the money to buy new bags!" My dad, who's already crippled from his disease, thinks, "I'm about to get cramps from all the cripple-faking I have to do! Once Talia clears my debt, I'm going to get myself a nice proper massage for a few days straight!" Meanwhile, the weakened Mable has already cooked up a plot in her mind. "Hurry up and tell that broke boyfriend of mine to stay awake from me! I want Talia to break up with him on my behalf! That way, I'll be able to reel in my next boyfriend without any guilt!" As I stare at my family, I choose to not expose their lies. Instead, I retrieve all the money that I've planned on paying their "medical bills" with. Later on, I track down Mable's boyfriend, Kyle Hargrove. There, I can hear his thoughts echoing loudly in my mind. "Did Mable get her sister to send the message that she wants to dump me? I'll have her know that I'm the only son of the richest man in town! Mable and that family of hers shall live in regret for the rest of their lives!" A bold thought pops into my mind all of a sudden. I twist my ankle on the spot and use the opportunity to collapse right into Kyle's arms.

During the two months that I was away for a competition, my neighbors insulted me in the neighborhood’s common group chat. [The girl living on the ninth floor, you look like a decent girl. Why are you bringing so many men back home every day?] [Can you moan a little softer? I don’t care if you’re a sex worker, but if you keep making loud noises until midnight, don’t blame me for calling the police!] [Don’t call the police yet. I haven’t had my turn. How much are you charging, Charlene?] My heart sank. Before I left for my competition, I had asked my boyfriend, Jacob Smith, to take care of my luxury river-view apartment. That way, he could keep an eye on my expensive paintings. What was happening? I rushed home in confusion, but when I opened the door, I was further dumbfounded. My 3,000-square-foot apartment had been partitioned into 30 rooms. Meanwhile, Jacob’s childhood friend, Prissy Black, was holding a string of keys as she collected rent money. When they saw me, everyone started laughing. “What? Are you here to rent from Prissy after learning that she’s providing cheap rooms in such a pristine location? “Too bad everyone knows that you’re eyeing her boyfriend. You won’t be able to benefit from doing such a thing!” I was extremely furious as I approached Jacob to talk about it. However, he told me that it was Prissy’s dream to be a landlady. He asked me not to pay it any mind and to treat it as doing a good deed. “You’re rich anyway. Don’t be so calculative. Everyone’s happy now, so what’s wrong with that?” The keys tinkled in Prissy’s hand as if they were taunting me. “This house doesn’t welcome stray animals like you. You have yourself to blame for not having such a nice boyfriend.” The two of them acted all lovey-dovey in front of me, and I immediately called the police. “Someone’s trespassing on my property, and my painting that’s worth 15 million dollars has gone missing. What type of punishment would this entail?”

Unang araw sa trabaho ni Jean at hindi niya inaasahan na ang nakaaway pala niya sa shop ng kaniyang kaibigan ay ang magiging boss pala niya. “Good morning Ms. Jean Salazar! Remember me?” Sarkastikong sabi nito. At ako naman ay halos manigas sa kinatatayuan ko! At parang gusto ko na lang bumuka ang lupa at lumubog dito! Di ako makapag salita dahil parang walang lumabas na boses sa lalamunan ko, pinagpapawisan ako kahit ang lamig naman sa loob! Napakurap naman ako at tumikhim bago nagsalita. “Huh? Ah ehem,  g-good m-morning sir! I'm Jean Salazar sir! Nice to meet y-you!” "You can sit down Ms. Salazar baka sabihin mo wala akong manners?” sir Sandrex. “Po? si-sige po sir, t-thank you!” utal-utal kong sagot. “So Ms. Salazar, alam kong nagulat ka sa nalaman mo! Right? Na ang gago palang nakabungguan mo kahapon ay ang magiging boss mo ngayon!” sir Sandrex “S-sir! I...” “Ssshhh, Ms. Salazar don't worry I don't mix personal matters in my business!” sir Sandrex. 'Lord! Please gawin mo na kong invisible ngayon!' Binubulong ko to sa sarili ko habang nakatingin ako sa supladong lalaki na to! Aba, Malay ko bang siya pala ang magiging boss ko! Tadhana nga naman oo! Hinawakan nito ang magkabilang armrest ng upuan at inilapit ang muka sa akin! Na halos na aamoy ko na ang mabango nitong hininga at ang pabango nito na alam kong mamahalin! Ang lapit ng muka niya na halos ilang dangkal na lang ay lalapat na ang matangos niyang ilong sa ilong ko! Lord! Please ibuka mo na talaga ang lupa! Now na! “Afraid of what I'm going to do Ms. Salazar? Look straight into my eyes! And tell me what you said yesterday!” Sir Sandrex with his husky voice.

“Oh my… ang aking Kapitan! Mabuti naman naalala mo ako! Hmp malapit ng magtampo sa’yo si Lola. Ilan taon na din ang nakalipas.” Sabi ni lola ng may pagtatampo sa kaniyang tinig. “Magagawa ba naman kitang tiisin, ikaw ata ang pinaka-mamahal kong Lola!” nakangiti kong sagot kay Lola sabay yakap sa kaniya. Habang masaya akong bumabati kay Lola ay isang pigura ng babaeng nakatalikod ang unti-unting tumayo at nakangiting humarap sa amin. Si Yvette. Hindi ko inaasahan na dadating siya ngayong araw. Nakangiti siya pero makikita sa kaniyang mata ang kakaibang lungkot, isang damdamin na kahit anong tago ang gawin ay hindi niya maitatanggi. Si Yvette ang dati kong karelasyon at muntik ko ng mahalin matapos kong aliwin ang aking sarili ng malaman kong naging boyfriend ni Karmela si Andrew. Tumaas ang kilay ko ng makita ko siya. Wala naman akong pakielam sa kaniya pero knowing Yvette? Paniguradong gagawa siya ng eksena at ayokong matakot si Karmela dahil sa kaniya. Lumapit siya sa akin at nag beso. Nakangiti niya akong binati ngunit may halong pait sa kaniyang boses “My Captain Xian Herrera… its nice to see you again. Ang tagal na din ng huli nating pagkikila” may panunuya siyang tumingin kay Karmela at mapait ng ngumiti sa kaniya “siya ba? Siya ba ang dahilan kung bakit hindi mo ako sinuyo? Kaya naman pala bigla kang nawala sa picture. May bago ka na palang pinagkaka-abalahan!” Nang marinig ko ang sinabing iyon ni Yvette ay alam kong hindi lang iyon simpleng pagpuna. Naramdaman ko sa kaniyang boses ang matinding hinanakit. Kinapitan ko ng mahigpit ang kamay ni Karmela at tinignan siya na parang sinasabing “ huwag kang mag-alala hindi kita pababayaan.”

Un week-end sauvage à Nice n’aurait dû signifier rien. Une escapade insensée. Un homme qu’elle n’avait jamais prévu de revoir. Cinq ans plus tard, Aurore Laurent vivait enfin son rêve : stage en cardiologie à Lyon, sous la houlette du brillant et impitoyable Dr Nicolas Duval. L’homme qui lui avait pris sa virginité. Au début, il ne semblait pas la reconnaître. Ou peut-être savourait-il simplement le moment où il pourrait la coincer et murmurer : — Je t’ai cherchée. Mais ce n’était pas qu’une aventure d’un soir. Aurore cachait un fils de trois ans, avec les yeux de Nicolas, et une seconde vie sous les lumières stroboscopiques : elle dansait sous un faux nom pour payer les factures et tenir les créanciers à distance. Elle ne s’attendait jamais à ce qu’il entre dans le club. Ni à ce qu’il réclame une danse privée de la femme qu’il ne devait pas reconnaître. Quand la vérité éclate, Nicolas ne se contente pas de se mettre en colère. Il riposte. Il dépose une demande de garde, alors qu’il avait juré ne jamais vouloir d’enfants. Mais ses yeux sombres racontaient une autre histoire. Il ne voulait pas seulement son fils. Il la voulait elle. Contrôlée. Liée à lui comme autrefois. À présent, Aurore doit protéger son autonomie, sa carrière et son enfant. Et Nicolas doit affronter la peur qui le hante : désirer quelque chose qu’il ne peut contrôler… avant de tout perdre. Certains secrets détruisent. Certains amours explosent. Jusqu’où ira-t-elle pour son fils ? Jusqu’où devra-t-il se briser pour réclamer la famille qu’il n’avait jamais voulue… jusqu’à maintenant ?

While studying abroad, I move into a shared apartment. Not a single day goes by without my housemate, Stuart Harper, calling himself some variation of a sweet, brave, and responsible guy. On the very first day he moves in, he hires workers to take out the insulation from the walls. I confront him about it, but he simply grins at me and proudly boasts about his decision. "That was all just some shoddy foam that the construction workers padded the walls with. Not only was it useless, but it was even taking up so much space. The fact that I forked out my own money to get rid of it proves that I'm such a sweet and responsible guy!" With a scowl on my face, I explain to Stuart the purpose of having proper insulation. He immediately leans in close with an admiring gaze. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea! I just wanted to do something nice for us. What should I do now? You have to help me think of something!" I naively assume Stuart just lacks common sense and doesn't act with malice. Thus, I willingly enter into a cycle of always cleaning up after his messes. One day, I get a fever. He ends up buying a secondhand electric slow cooker and declares he's going to take care of me by cooking me soup. My head throbs as I quickly put a stop to his attempt to heat the electric slow cooker on the induction stove. I tell him to let me catch a nap before I teach him how to cook later. But not long after I fall asleep, he secretly sticks the electric slow cooker into the microwave to heat it up. The microwave explodes. As the flames start to spread, Stuart screams and dashes out of the apartment at once. The fire alarm wakes me up. I try to evacuate the burning building, only to find that Stuart has locked the door from the outside. In the end, the fire burns me to a crisp. After that, however, he starts twisting things around. He goes online and says with a helpless expression, "My housemate set the apartment on fire while cooking. I'm the one who had to call the fire department on his behalf, and I even had to compensate the landlord for him. I'm definitely the sweetest, bravest, and most responsible guy to ever live!" As the online community proceeds to condemn me, Stuart uses the attention and publicity to go viral as a content creator. Some time later, my eyes open again. This time, I'm going to roast him good.