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To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss
To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss
Author: Eyah

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Author: Eyah
last update Last Updated: 2024-06-15 14:47:24

“DUMATING NA ANG HINIHINTAY MONG SHIPMENT, BOSS! KUNIN KO NA BA?”

Agad sinasal ng kaba ang dibdib ko matapos kong marinig ang malakas na boses na iyon ng isang lalaki. Oh, my gosh. Nasaan na ako?

Inilibot ko ang paningin ko sa paligid---madilim. Sinubukan ko ring kumilos pero bigo ako. Then I realized… I was trapped! Nakabaluktot akong nakahiga ngayon sa isang matigas na sahig. Mahapdi ang mga kamay at paa ko, parehong hindi ko maigalaw dahil… nakatali ako!

Nagsimula na akong mag-panic. Sinubukan kong sumigaw pero maging ang bibig ko ay nakatakip. May kung anong makapal na tela ang nakabusal ngayon sa bibig ko. Para bang alam ng kung sinumang kumuha sa akin na magdudulot ako ng ingay sa oras na magising ako.

Wala na akong nagawa kundi ang mapapikit ng mariin habang umiiyak. Paano ba ako napunta rito?

Pinilit kong alalahanin ang mga naunang nangyari bago ako magising at matagpuan ang sarili ko na nasa lugar nang ito.

I was out with Pamela, celebrating the victory of the third fashion show I hosted. Milestone na maituturing ang success ng fashion show na iyon dahil finally, matatawag ko nang “multi-million” ang fashion business na meron ako matapos mag-skyrocket ng kinita ng show na iyon. It was a clear and shining eight digits profit, earned in just one week! Pauwi na ako at nagmamanehong mag isa nang biglang tumirik ang sasakyan ko. Lumabas ako agad para tingnan ang problema---I had a flat tire. May dala akong reserbang gulong at tools, pero ang problema ay hindi ako marunong magkalas at mag ayos niyon. That’s when I decided to call Calvin. Pero hindi ko pa man naidi-dial ang number niya ay may huminto nang itim na van ilang hakbang lang ang layo sa akin. Mula roon ay bumaba ang limang hindi ko nakikilalang mga lalaki. They were all wearing black attires and bonnets. Sinalakay nila ako---two of them immediately hold me by the hand as the other one stomped my face with a piece of fabric. Nakakahilo ang amoy ng tela na iyon. Pumiglas pa ako pero dahil na rin sa lakas ng mga lalaki at sa masangsang na amoy ng tela ay unti-unti akong nanghina. Hanggang sa tuluyan na akong nawalan ng malay.

And now, I just woke up inside this tiny, dark container. Hindi ko alam kung nasaan ako o kung sino ba ang nasa likod ng pagtangay sa akin. I was hopeless. I was doomed.

Wala akong narinig na anumang tugon mula sa kausap ng lalaki na tinawag nitong “Boss”. Pero mayamaya lang ay narinig ko na ang mga yabag ng paa na tila palapit sa kinaroroonan ko. Dali-dali akong pumikit para magkunwaring tulog at walang narinig. I was afraid that they might hurt me once they find out that I am already awake.

Hindi nga ako nagkamali ng hinala dahil segundo lang ang lumipas ay narinig ko na ang pag-click ng kung ano. Pagkatapos noon ay may sumiwang nang liwanag. Kahit nakapikit ay nasilaw ako sa liwanag na sakto pang tumambad sa mukha ko. But still, I pretended to be asleep.

Pagkatapos ng nakakasilaw na liwanag, naramdaman ko naman ang paghawak ng kung sino sa katawan ko. Then he---whoever he is---lifted me and carried me away from that tiny container I’ve been put in before. Binuhat niya ako sa paraang parang isinampay niya ako sa balikat niya---hawak niya ako sa hita at lungayngay naman ang ulo ko sa bandang likuran niya.

Bahagya kong idinilat ang mga mata ko sa pag asang masilayan ang lalaking may buhat sa akin ngayon. Pero dahil galing sa dilim ay nanlalabo pa ang mga mata ko. Ang tanging nakita ko lang ay ang likod ng lalaki---nakasuot ito ng itim na damit, longsleeved na itinupi hanggang sa siko niya base na rin sa nararamdaman kong tela sa braso niya na nakadikit naman sa hita ko. And whoever he is, obvious na matangkad siya.

Pasimple ko ring iginala ang paningin ko sa paligid. Maayos naman at parang tipikal na bahay lang pala ang kinaroroonan ko. Parang mansiyon nga lang dahil maraming mamahaling gamit sa paligid. Even the floor was nice and flawless.

“Okay, medyo nakahinga na ako ng maluwag dahil hindi naman mukhang sindikato ang may hawak sa akin ngayon,” usal ko sa sarili.

The man walked continuously until he reached the stairs. Walang pagdadalawang isip na umakyat siya roon. Napapikit naman na ako dahil nakakaramdam na ako ng hilo. Mabilis akong malula at baka sumuka lang ako ng wala sa oras.

Mayamaya pa ay narinig ko na ang pagbukas ng pinto. Doon lang ulit ako naglakas ng loob na dumilat. Nakita kong papasok na kami sa isang malaking kwarto.

The man closed the door shut as he continued to enter. Narinig ko pa ang tunog ng pag-lock ng pinto bago siya tumalikod. Pabagsak niya akong ibinaba sa kama. Mabuti na lang at sobrang lambot niyon kaya kahit may pwersa ang pagkakabagsak niya sa akin ay wala akong naramdaman na kahit anong sakit.

“No need to pretend that you’re asleep. Dllat na.”

Ang kaba na nararamdaman ko kanina ay dumoble pa nang sa wakas ay marinig ko ang boses ng lalaking nagdala sa akin sa lugar na ito. And judging by the sceneries, alam ko na hindi imposibleng siya ang “boss” na tinutukoy ng naunang lalaki kanina. Ang “boss” at mastermind ng pag-kidnap sa akin.

Pero ang mas nagpakabog ng dibdib ko ay ang isiping pamilyar sa akin ang boses na iyon ng lalaki. Parang… Parang narinig ko na iyon dati. Only this time, it was colder. It sounds mysterious and… scary.

Dahan-dahan kong iminulat ang mga mata ko. Sa nanlalabo ko pang mga mata ay tumambad sa akin ang isang pamilyar na pigura ng matangkad na lalaki.

Nang makapag-adjust na sa liwanag ay unti-unti ko nang nakita ng malinaw ang lalaki. And upon recognizing who he was, I was shocked. Natulala na lang ako nang tumambad sa akin ang lalaking hindi ko na inaasahan at hindi ko na pinangarap pang makita.

“Lewis—Niccolo…” sambit ko habang hindi inaalis ang pagkakatitig sa kanya.

It’s been a year since we last saw each other. Malayung-malayo na ang itsura nito sa dating Niccolo na nakilala ko. He looks so soft and simple before. Pero ngayon… sa itsura at suot niya ay parang ibang tao na ang kaharap ko. He looked… elegant. And fierce. Wala na ang maamong itsura nito. His looks now screamed authority. And his gaze was enough to send shivers down on anyone’s spine. And most importantly, mas lalo itong gumwapo.

“Never in my wildest imagination did I thought na kailangan pa kitang ipa-kidnap para lang magkita tayo ulit,” sabi niya sa malamig na tinig. Tumawa siya, pero imbis na matuwa rin ay kinilabutan pa ako bunga niyon. Lumapit siya sa akin. Yumuko siya, hinawakan niya ako sa baba, at saka niya tinitigan ng diretso ang mga mata ko. “Hindi na ako papayag na makawala ka pa sa akin ulit, Calista. You’re in my possession now. And once mine, will forever be mine.”

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  • To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss   KABANATA 112

    CALISTA'S P. O. VThe air in the hospital waiting room crackled with tension. Mabilis lang natapos ang operasyon kay Ayi Hana and it was successful. Mabilis lang at walang naging kahit anong aberya kaya hindi ko na kinailangang mamroblema. Kung may pinoproblema man ako ngayon, 'yun ay si Niccolo at si Calvin na bigla ring lumitaw dito sa ospital. I could have understand kung sa ospital sa Pilipinas lang sila biglang sumulpot nang halos sabay. But no! It was Hong Kong, for crying out loud! And since they met each other, I could already sense a silent storm brewing between them. I stood between them, a fragile bridge over a chasm of hurt and unspoken words. Niccolo, his face etched with regret and a desperate hope, looked at me, his eyes pleading for a chance, a second chance. But Calvin, his face a mask of icy resolve, stood firm, his gaze unwavering."Niccolo," Calvin said, his voice low and dangerous, "You think you can just waltz back into her life, after all this time and expect

  • To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss   KABANATA 111

    CALISTA'S P. O. VThe sterile white walls of the hospital waiting room seemed to amplify the silence between us, a silence thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Niccolo stood before me, his face a canvas of regret and longing, his eyes pleading for a chance, a second chance. But the chasm between us, carved by years of silence and the bitter sting of betrayal, seemed insurmountable.Ilang beses ko na s'yang pinaalis pero mukhang wala s'yang balak na makinig. Lalabas at papasok na lang ulit ako sa hospital room ni Ayi Hana ay nandoon pa rin s'ya sa labas—naghihintay. Kaya para matigil na s'ya sa ginagawa n'ya, naisip ko nang harapin s'ya for once and for all. "Cali," he began, his voice husky with emotion, "I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. But I've changed. I've spent years regretting my choices, wishing I could turn back time." His words washed over me, a tidal wave of regret and longing. I knew he was sincere, I could see it in his eyes, in the way his shoulders

  • To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss   KABANATA 110

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  • To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss   KABANATA 109

    CALISTA'S P. O. VThe air hung heavy with the scent of jasmine and the soft murmur of prayers. I stood at the threshold of Ayi Hana's room, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. It had been months since I last saw her, years since the scandal that had ripped our family apart. Months since I had last called her "Ayi."She sat by the window, her frail hands clasped in her lap, her face etched with a weariness that spoke of years of sorrow. Her eyes, once bright and welcoming, were now clouded with a milky film, the light of life dimmed. "Ayi Hana," I whispered, my voice trembling.She turned, her head moving slowly, her lips curving into a faint, sad smile. "Cali," she said, her voice a raspy whisper. "You've come."I stepped into the room, the worn, familiar scent of sandalwood and incense washing over me. I knelt beside her, my hand reaching out to touch hers. It was cold, frail, a stark contrast to the warmth I remembered."I'm so sorry, Ayi," I said, my voice choke

  • To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss   KABANATA 108

    CALISTA'S P. O. VThe reconciliation with my father was a fragile thing, a delicate balance of forgiveness, understanding, and a shared grief. After years of estrangement, of resentment, of unspoken accusations, we finally stood together, embracing, our bodies trembling, our emotions raw. The weight of the past, the burden of the years, the pain of the separation— it all seemed to lift, to dissolve, to fade.“Calista,” my father whispered, his voice thick with emotion, his arms wrapped tightly around me. “My Calista. Anak ko, I’m so sorry.”“I know, Dad,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper, my own tears streaming down my face. “I know.”“I was wrong,” he continued, his voice laced with a genuine remorse. “I was blinded by Margaret, by her lies, by her manipulations. I didn’t see what she was doing. I didn’t protect you. Kayo ng mommy mo. I failed you. I failed our family.”“It’s okay, Dad,” I said, my voice soft, my tone reassuring. “It’s over now. We’re together again. And promis

  • To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss   KABANATA 107

    CALISTA'S P. O. VThe courtroom was a pressure cooker, the air thick with tension, the atmosphere charged with anticipation. Margaret’s trial had been swift, the evidence overwhelming, the verdict inevitable. Multiple charges, multiple convictions— she was facing a lifetime behind bars, a fitting punishment for her crimes. Monica, her accomplice, her equally culpable daughter, was also being sought, her complicity in Margaret’s schemes now undeniable.The inquest was a formality, a mere procedural step in the larger process of justice. But the tension in the courtroom was palpable, the atmosphere charged with a volatile energy. And then, chaos erupted. Men, their faces masked, their weapons drawn, stormed the courtroom, gunfire shattering the tense silence, sending the room into pandemonium. Margaret’s new boyfriend’s men, I realized with a chilling certainty. Their objective was clear— to make Margaret be able to escape.The scene unfolded in a blur of motion, a chaotic ballet of

  • To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss   KABANATA 106

    CALISTA'S P. O. VTwo days. It had only taken two days. Two days since I’d sent the evidence to Calvin, two days since I’d confronted Margaret, two days since I’d resolved to channel my anger into action. And now, the call came, Calvin’s voice crisp, his tone controlled. Margaret had a warrant. Her arrest had been swift, almost too easy, facilitated by her very presence in my home. The irony was not lost on me.The details of her interrogation were chilling, the confession even more so. It had been Margaret, my stepmother, the woman who had pretended to care for my father, who had orchestrated my mother’s death. And she’d confessed, not out of remorse, not out of guilt, but out of a chilling, almost gleeful sense of triumph.Her voice, cold and devoid of emotion, echoed in my ears, her words a venomous sting that pierced my heart, ignited my fury. “You’re so clever! Hindi ko naisip na magagawa mo 'to. In fact, hindi ko inisip na ikaw pala ang makaka discover ng mga ginawa ko,” she

  • To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss   KABANATA 105

    CALISTA'S P. O. VKinabukasan. Sa office. May mga dumating pang bagong ebidensya galing kay Rexia. The digital copies of the evidence arrived as promised, a weighty collection of documents that confirmed Rexia’s account, solidified my suspicions, and fueled my anger. The photographs, the financial records, the communication logs— they were all damning, all irrefutable. Margaret’s treachery, her greed, her ruthlessness— it was all laid bare, exposed, undeniable.Without hesitation, I made copies of everything, ensuring I had a backup before sending the originals to Calvin. He’d promised to review the evidence and take appropriate action, his assurance a reassuring balm to my simmering anger. The weight of responsibility, the burden of expectation— it was heavy, but I carried it with a newfound resolve, a steeled determination.Returning home, I found Margaret and Monica waiting, their presence a stark reminder of the simmering conflict that lay beneath the surface of our uneasy truce.

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