Chapter 5

• (Kayla POV)
• It seems everybody froze to what happened. And I am only the little devil who wanted to laugh so hard. Even the President was too surprised to have seen what happened. He immediately approached the poor guy as the men in black helped their boss up.
• Everybody in the media got back in their senses and shot their own photos of the important event. Lights flashed and drowned me until I was reminded of my fear of lightning. I was suddenly anxious.
• A trauma?
• Cold sweat beaded at my back and apparently, the ice cream I ate earlier didn’t help.
• I wanted to slap those people two cheeks at a time. They were making a commotion out of something that’s not so important. They should be concerned of nature and not of a single human being.
• “When are we leaving this place, Kayla?” the doctor asked impatiently. How should I know?
• “They are leaving sooner. Seems they need to cover the man in rushed.” I respond and still looking at the direction where the man gives us a pathetic scene.
• Yet… My eyes were already ballooning like a tarsier as I gasped for air. I felt like I was running out of breath. Not because of the sudden Truma that I have… But in the most unexpected time, I saw my ID. One of the guest’s bodyguards was waving it in the air.
• As if he is looking for the owner.
• Oh my, I’m dead.
• Did the ‘special visitor’ slip because of my ID? With my name and picture on it, I felt like dying. Oh, the f---ing shit! Did I just make a future trending topic online?
• I bit my nails as I thought of what I should do. Our school’s ID cord was neon green, so I obviously recognized it. I badly needed that thing, but it was impossible to demand getting it back, scot-free, without paying great first for putting the visitor’s name to shame.
• “Didn’t they know that they’re ruining other people’s business by this showy welcome for a person I don’t even recognize,” the doctor complained.
• On point. But oh God, just who’s that person? I already wanted to piss my pants.
• I feel like, my energy suddenly got drain.
• When the commotion departed, I walked with Dra. Gail absentmindedly. What my ID have done for the sake of my name?
• And another strike of bad luck, we saw Hanzel. He smiled at us. Geez, he didn’t know he’d get reprimanded by the doctor. Dra. Gail was so pissed off at the moment.
• Mister Hanzel, if only you let me in, I would’ve had done my job in the clinic already. Good luck to your poor soul.
• I smiled at him. I was his karma, and my karma were my ID! Annoying, isn’t it? Anything in the world can be a person's karma.
• “You,” Dra. Gail turned at him coldly. “You already knew that Kayla’s an employee here but why didn’t you let her in the clinic right away? Do you want me to tell the management about this? Your agency?”
• Hanzel bowed his head down in response.
• That’s what you get. Then I made a funny face at him. He was obviously picking on me every day! ‘Now what? Gonna make fun of me again? Don't you dare!’
• When the doctor turned away from us, I gave him another tongue out.
• Enough Kayla, Karma might judge you again and you’d be defenseless once more.
• “Bro, I'm haughtier than you.” I patted him on the back. Shit. I couldn’t help myself from picking on him in return.
• The doctor had just opened her Little Dentist Clinic, the flat screen television and light bulbs automatically turning on. I put my ‘favorite’ old sling bag on my desk; favorite in the sense that it was the only bag I had, and I didn’t really have a choice.
• My eyes were immediately drawn to the television when I heard a Flash Report. I breathed deeply. Oh my gosh, Kayla! You'd be in the news now! You're famous, my friend!
• Indeed.
• My knees weakened as the report went about the little accident the Multi-Billionaire of the Philippines visitor.
• Papa God! Please help me! Not my name please!
• But fortunately, the news didn’t include whose ID it belonged to. Why?
• But damn, I wanted to go home and sulk all day.
• “Good for him.” Dra. Gail murmured.
• Yes, Doc it would be fine if that ID didn’t belong to me! I should’ve just left it in my drawer.
• I was working as a part-time cashier and assistant in the clinic. And because her office was just a block away from the Kayzer Hawk Residential, a lot of the media were still within our view. They were just as chaotic as we had left them.
• Was the guest Prince Mark? Prince Henry? Harry?
• Oh my… Why me? Will they look for me?
• Su-sure? Shouldn’t they just let it pass? After all, it’s just an accident.
• The guest wasn’t injured right? But if he was, I do not even have the money to pay for his expense, especially not for an admission to a VIP room. Public ward maybe?
• Cry Kayla.
• My heartbeat tripled when the reporter mentioned that the ID owner would be looked for.
• Then tortured and killed like Jose Rizal in the Luneta Park? Just kidding. YES, I'm kidding myself. Chill myself. Think positive… You will live a long life in this world. Trust me.
• ‘What should I do? Why did you do that to me, dear ID? We even ate Cornetto in the jeep. Were you mean to me because I dirtied your ID cord?’
• “Do you have a problem, Sena? You’re pale,” the doctor asked. I didn’t notice her come by and put the Record Book atop my desk.
• “Nothing. I’m just worried we might have mischievous and insubordinate patients again. You know, kids nowadays,” I faked a laugh.
• “You know what to do to calm them down and not patronize sweet treats. But do not promote ‘No SWEET CANDIES for Kids’ too much, else we lose customers,” she said as she turned her back at me.
• Geez, the ghost of my ID card still haunted my mind.
• I hate this.