Lie To Me

Chapter 2: 02

"Where are you fucker?" I called Hans, trying really hard not to yell at him over the phone.

It’s already past nine in the morning and he has not showing up yet, which he never did before.

"Office," he replied in a monotone.

My brow automatically arched. "What?" I yelled. I can't help but to.

"Office, I said." He repeated.

"I heard you fucker!" I shouted. "You set me up on this vacation while you, fucking asshole--," he cut Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

me.

"Wordings, Jia." He said. “Watch what’s coming from your mouth, it doesn’t suit you.”

"The hell I care! If I only knew that I’ll be alone in this vacation, I would have not let you filed it,” I fired

back.

This fucker set me to this vacation while, him? What a jerk?

"You need that," he answered.

"I know what I need. You didn't have to decide for me!"

"I wish you really do," he said. “If you have nothing to go to, then might as well, go visit your family in

the province.” He added.

"I hate you!" All I could say.

"Sure, you do," he answered. "Just call me if there's a problem. Have fun," he said before hanging up.

I was cursing him through my whole drive to Bataan. I have nothing to go to in the middle of the week

so I just decided to just come home like he said.

It was only a 3 hours' drive to Bataan, and entering its boundary brought me of so many memories;

bitter sweet memories.

I had to travel another for three hours to my home town. Mariveles, our town, is the last town in eleven

towns in Bataan. It was located at the tail of the province; it was a combination of mountains and

seashores.

"Hello, Ma?" I picked up my phone.

"Where are you, son?” Mama asked. Hans probably told her already.

"I’m still in Balanga Ma. Do you want me to buy you something?"

"Pizza, Ate!" I heard my brother shouted at the background.

“Jericho!” I heard my mom called him, probably scolding him to asking that.

“It’s okay, Mama. It’s along the way, it won’t be hard for me to buy,” I insist. I also want to buy them

something since I will go home unannounced.

“Oh, we are good with that, sweetie.”

"Okay, how many boxes do you want?''

"Buy two boxes, Ate!” my brother said.

"Is that all?" I asked. I know my brother; he'll grab every opportunity he gets.

"That would be all, hija. Anyway, do you want me to cook your favorite?" Mama answered immediately,

not giving my brother a chance to speak more.

"You don’t have to, Ma. I’m good with anything, Ma." I said instead.

"Okay, sweetie. Drive carefully, okay?"

"Yes, Ma," with that I hung up the line.

Fortunately, I have not yet left the Centro and I still have a Mall to pass so I do not have to make a U-

turn back. I turned right at the entrance of the Mall and went straight to the parking lot.

And by looking at this place and remembering all the memories this place brought, I know that I am in

danger. My heart is in danger again.