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.SOIRYE'S P. O. V"I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM!”Paulit-ulit 'yong tumatakbo sa isip ko habang nanggigigil akong sinusuntok at hinahampas ang unan ko. Unan ko—so basically, I'm back to my very own room. Because just like what Damon said, pagkatapos na pagkatapos ng "kasal" namin ay diniretso niya na akong ihatid sa field kung saan naghihintay ang private jet na ipanghahatid sa akin ni Paulson. Iyon din ang parehong private jet kung saan niya ako isinakay palabas ng bansa.I can't believe I was able to ride on everything Damon wanted overnight! Kabaliwan mang isipin, pero wala na. Nandito na. I was already married with him. With the man I barely know.And after that roller-coaster ride overnight, I'm back again with my usual. Ang kaibahan lang ngayon ay kasal na ako. Pero wala pa rin naman sigurong magbabago dahil as per him, hindi ko pwedeng i-disclose sa ibang tao 'yung naging kasal namin. It was secretive. More like, ginawa lang talaga solely para sa deal na sinabi niya.Pabor
"CONFIRMED, MADAM! SABI KO NA NGA BA, MAY SOMETHING FISHY D'YAN SA RAIZEN NA 'YAN!”Kyree tsked as we watch a familiar figure from afar. Naka-park kami ilang hakbang ang layo sa harapan ng isang tagong restaurant. Iyong pinapanood namin? It was Raizen Policarpio—the same "talent" na pinag-uusapan namin kani-kanina lang.That Raizen Policarpio is definitely a newbie in the entertainment industry. He's probably in his early twenties. May dating ito at hindi maitatangging malakas ang karisma. Pero kung talent at talent lang din ang pag-uusapan ay obvious na waley ito. Kaya nakakapagtaka na sa kabila no'n at kabi-kabila pa rin ang projects na involved ang batang aktor. Maraming nagsasabi na may mas "malalim" na dahilan kung bakit gano'n."That man he is with, pamilyar siya sa akin. Isn't he one of the executive directors of the most famous T.V. network?” saad ko."Oo nga! Shet, I think I know him! Teka lang, Madam, ha? Aalalahanin ko kung sino… Ahah!” Malakas na napapalakpak si Kyree. Nap
"YOU'RE REALLY AMAZING, MY SOIRYE. YOU NEVER FAILED TO AMUSE AND SATISFY ME.”Damon planted a soft kiss on the side of my forehead as he drew me closer to him. Hindi ko naman magawang sumagot dahil abala ang utak ko sa pagsisisi. Nagsisisi ako sa desisyon ko na nagpadala na naman ako sa mga pang aakit n'ya. I was happy for what we did, yes. Pero naa-anticipate ko na kung ano ang mga susunod na mangyayari; and with that, I was never happy. I will never be."My Soirye…” Hindi pa rin ako sumagot. "I missed this. I missed… you.”I remained silent as I stare at the ceiling of the hotel room where we chose to stay. Hindi ko binigay sa kanya 'yung address ko dahil unang-una, ayokong mabahiran ng kahit anong bakas n'ya ang bahay ko. That was the only safe place I have. That was the only space that remains pure and peaceful. Kung may lugar man na ayokong mabahiran ng magulong sistema ng trabaho at affairs ko, 'yon ay walang iba kundi ang bahay ko. And nor will I let Damon invade that personal
"HOW'S THE INTERVIEW WITH RAIZEN POLICARPIO AT SA KANYANG ANGKAN—”"Shut the hell up, Kyree. I'm not in the mood.”Pabalibag kong nilapag ang bag ko sa table at pabagsak akong umupo sa bagung-bago na signature chair ko. I close my eyes tight as I start to massage my temple."Get me my usual double shot espresso. Make it two,” utos ko habang minamasahe pa rin ang sentido ko."Parang stress na stress ka naman, madam. Kalmahan mo lang—”"Am I asking for your comfort? Can't you just give what I am asking you to? Daldal!” I interrupted him."Y-Yes, Madam.” Narinig ko pa ang nagmamadali n'yang pagtakbo palabas ng office.Kahit na late ako sa interview na hiningi ko sa panig ni Raizen, they still had no choice but to let me in. The interview went well; intense, just like my previous interviews. Always.But even so, that won't erase the fact that I, Winter G., finally broke my record against tardiness. I feel so unprofessional after everything that happened. And all of that was caused by Damo
It's been weeks since I first notice those eerie men in black who seem to follow me. And right there and then, I know I have to end this. And I'm more than dedicated to do so. As I adjust the collar of my dress, I could feel the air hung thick with tension. My reflection staring back at me from the mirror. Nakatayo sa likod ko si Kyree. Kahit kalmado s'ya, halatang-halata at ramdam na ramdamnkonpa rin na kinakabahan s'ya. Kahit no'ng ngumiti na s'ya. That didn't change the fact that he's so nervous. Nagmumukha tuloy s'yang naiihing daga."Madam, sure ka na ba rito? Pwede pa naman tayong mag-back out," he asked. Pumipilantik na naman s'ya."Tigilan mo 'ko, Kyree. As if gusto ko rin gawin 'to. To set the records straight, I don't want to do this either. But I have to.” Tinitigan ko s'ya ng matalin sa pamamagitan ng salamin. "Kaya tigilan mo na 'ko sa pag iinarte mo. Let me remind you—here lies your job. It's the only way to catch him. Kaya umayos ka."I know that what my plan was audac
A month had passed since the encounter I had with Damon on the rooftop bar. The memory of his chilling words, his unsettling aura, still lingered in my mind. I had tried to move on, to focus on my work, to pretend that the whole ordeal was just a bad dream. But the constant shadow of fear, the knowledge that I was being watched, never left me.Pagkatapos no'n, wala na namang naging paramdam si Damon. Kagaya ng dati, bigla na naman s'yang naglaho na parang nabula. Nawala at parang hindi na naman nag-eexist sa mundo.Then, one morning, I woke up to a phone buzzing relentlessly. It was Damon, his name flashing across the screen. I was more than determined to ignore his calls, especially after everything that has been done. Lalo na at lahat ng unwanted encounters namin na nagtatapos sa kama, lahat ng 'yon ay nag ugat sa isang tawag. But despite my determination, something about the sheer number of missed calls, the insistent buzzing, made me pick up.His voice, a familiar mix of amusement
The air hung heavy with the scent of pine needles and the faint, sweet aroma of cinnamon. Damon, his brow furrowed in concentration, carefully arranged the last of the carefully chosen Christmas ornaments on the grand fir that dominated the living room. He glanced at his grandparents, their faces aglow with the warm light of the crackling fireplace. They were smiling, their eyes crinkled with genuine joy, their hands clasped together in a gesture of contentment. He felt a surge of relief wash over him. He had done it. He had convinced them.Three days ago, when they had arrived at their cozy cabin nestled amidst the snow-dusted pines, Damon had been met with a wave of apprehension. His grandparents, with their old-fashioned ways and unwavering belief in the sanctity of tradition, had been hesitant about their grandson’s unconventional lifestyle. They had raised an eyebrow at his choice of career, his penchant for traveling, and his unconventional living arrangements.Damon, however, h
The air in Soirye’s small apartment hung heavy with the scent of stale coffee and unwashed laundry. It was a stark contrast to the vibrant, chaotic energy that usually filled the space. Six months had passed since Damon had left for the Philippines, and the silence that had settled over the apartment was deafening. Soirye, perched on the edge of her worn-out couch, stared blankly at the flickering television screen. The news droned on in the background, a cacophony of words that seemed to blur together, devoid of meaning. Her gaze drifted to the framed photograph on the coffee table, a snapshot of Damon and her, arms slung around each other, their faces lit with a shared joy. It was a reminder of the laughter, the adventures, the unspoken bond that had connected them.A wave of longing washed over her, a bittersweet ache that tugged at her heart. She missed Damon’s infectious laughter, his quick wit, his unwavering presence. She missed the way he could effortlessly fill a room with h
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
Ang hangin sa bahay ay mabigat sa amoy ng bagong lutong tinapay at umuusok na kape, isang nakakaaliw na amoy na pumuno sa kusina ng init at pakiramdam ng kasiyahan ng pamilya. Si Soirye, nakaupo sa mesa, ang kanyang likod ay tuwid at ang kanyang ngiti ay pilit, ay nakaramdam ng alon ng pagkabahala na dumaan sa kanya. Napapalibutan siya ng init ng pamilya, ng pagmamahal ng kanyang mga biyenan, at ng nakakaaliw na presensya ng tradisyon. Ngunit, siya ay tila hindi akma, parang bisita sa isang mundong hindi kanya.Si Damon, na palaging kaakit-akit, ay nasa kanyang pinakamagandang asal. Binuhusan niya ng atensyon ang kanyang mga lolo’t lola, ang kanyang mga ngiti ay malawak at tunay, ang kanyang tawanan ay malakas at nakakahawa. Siya ang perpektong apo, ang masunuring anak, ang debotong asawa. Naglalaro siya ng isang papel, isang papel na kinakailangan, isang papel na masakit.Si Soirye, na palaging isang aktres, ay ginampanan ang kanyang bahagi nang may parehong paninindigan. Siya ang pe
Nakakabingi ang katahimikan sa bahay, ang tanging tunog ay ang ritmo ng pagtiktik ng orasan sa pasilyo. Si Soirye, nakahiga sa kama, ang kanyang mga mata ay nakatingin sa kisame, ay nakaramdam ng isang alon ng pagkabalisa na dumaan sa kanya. Ang mga kumot, na malinis at malamig laban sa kanyang balat, ay tila kakaiba, ang amoy ng lavender ay isang malaking kaibahan sa karaniwang amoy ng kanyang sariling tahanan. Nasa kanyang sariling kama siya, sa kanyang sariling silid, ngunit nakaramdam siya ng kakaibang hindi pagiging komportable, na parang siya ay isang bisita sa isang ibang bansa.Ang totoo, siya ay isang bisita sa kanyang sariling tahanan. Si Damon, ang kanyang hiwalay na asawa, ay natutulog sa sopa sa sala, ilang hakbang lang ang layo, ang kanyang presensya ay isang patuloy na paalala ng kumplikadong web ng mga emosyon na nag-uugnay sa kanila. Nagbabahagi sila ng espasyo, ng bubong, ng bahay, ngunit magkaiba ang kanilang mundo.Sumang-ayon silang matulog sa iisang bahay, isang
Ang amoy ng bagong timplang kape ay pumuno sa hangin, isang nakakaaliw na amoy na tila tumatagos sa buong bahay. Si Soirye, nakasuot ng simpleng sundress, ang kanyang buhok ay nakapusod sa isang maluwag na ponytail, ay nakatayo sa kusina, ang kanyang likod ay nakaharap sa pintuan. Naghahanda siya ng almusal, ang kanyang mga galaw ay mabagal at sinadya, ang kanyang isipan ay abala sa panlilinlang na kanilang ginagawa.Ginugol niya ang nakaraang gabi sa kanyang kama, si Damon ay nasa sopa sa sala, isang maingat na inayos na pag-aayos na sinadya upang lokohin ang kanyang mga lolo’t lola, na naninirahan kasama nila sa susunod na dalawang linggo. Ang panlilinlang ay nakakapagod, ang pagkukunwari ay masakit, ngunit ito ay kinakailangan, hindi bababa sa ngayon. Hindi niya kayang isipin na ang kanyang sariling katotohanan, ang katotohanan ng kanilang basag na relasyon, ay sisira sa ideal na imahe ng kanyang mga lolo’t lola tungkol sa kanilang apo at sa kanyang asawa.Ang tunog ng mga yapak na