Chapter 3

"Fuck this fucked up life!" Amaya cursed out of anger. Her purse was left on her small house.

She went to the mall just nearby, to buy food for them.

"Ma'am, please move forward as you pay." The cashier said. Waiting for her payment.

Amaya came back to her senses when the old lady behind her push the cart that she's holding.

"I'm sorry, but I left my money at my house. I have nothing here." Amaya pleaded to the cashier that makes the old lady care for her. Amaya looks so needy and exhausted.

"Here. I'll pay for all of these Miss." Old lady get five thousand cash from her wallet and handed it to the cashier.

"Thank you so much Madam. How can I repay you?" Amaya look at the old woman. She's tall, a white old skin, a curly white hair and a beautiful face.

"No. Just take it as my Christmas gift." The old lady smiled and pay for all she buy.

"Maraming salamat po." Amaya thanked again the old woman as she thought it was a pure Filipina. (Maraming salamat means thank you.)

The old woman nodded and smile genuinely.

Amaya and the old woman bid their last goodbye as she walk directly to the ground floor and the old lady guarded with two masculine man.

Amaya who feels paranoid, on how she can get the one million pesos for her mother's operation.

Two weeks, just two weeks left. She will not let her mother die, disappointed and unprepared.

Amaya was about to leave the mall when someone drag her that makes her fall to the ground.

The groceries items was scattered on the floor, her mother's milk, her mother's favorite chocolate. Everything was ruined as herself.

"Get up you whore! Slut!" The other girl hold her wrist so hard that makes her hurt.

Amaya is a strong woman, who learned basic karate techniques.

"Perhaps, you wished to be injured right here ugly dry-skinned bitch." Amaya rolled her eyes, trying to make the girl blow a fire because of madness.

"Pokpok ka! You and my husband had sex that night at the clubhouse. Right?" The hand of girl touches Amaya's face that marks.

(Pokpok is a Tagalog slang word which means prostitute.)

It was a blowing slap. But Amaya remains firm, calm and steady.

"Is that what you all got, weak bitch!" Amaya punch the girl on the face, slap her brutally. Leaving some blood on her lips.

"Everyone! Listen up. This bitch looks innocent but she's fucking a prostitute." The girl pauses, looking at Amaya with her usual poker face.

Everyone gossips, acted like they're all disgusted of Amaya. Their eyes judged her that easy. Everyone thinks that she's really a body-seller. 

A prostitute.

"She will seduce your boyfriend, even your husband to have sex with her. As an exchange and payment, she let her victim pay for her performance. Look at her closely." The girl catches the attention of many people. It's Saturday in the afternoon, as usual shopping day.

"Say what ever you wanted to say. They don't even know my name, even you. You're so boring, so I decided to just leave you here." Amaya smirks, and get all the items that was fallen in the ground.

But the girl seems determine to take revenge, she pull Amaya's hair and slap her randomly.

No one call the security. No one try to stop them, they watch smiling, laughing and they even recording the commotion. For sure, it will be uploaded on social media.

"Slut! Gold digger woman! You need money for living, right?" The girl quickly get her wallet from her purse and show all her money.

"Fifty thousand pesos cash. My husband pay her that much just for a night. Easy money, right?" She showed the fifty thousand pesos to the crowd who's just standing and making fun.

"That means that I'm better in bed than you. Think of it woman! Ask yourself, look at yourself you're disgusting and ugly." Amaya laugh loudly, ignoring the judgements of people.

The girl became angry and more aggressive. She was insulted and ashamed in front of many people.

She throw the money upward that makes people move quickly and get some of it.

"Get the money with your mouth bitch cause you're making me angry." The girl drag Amaya's face to ground, letting her get some not by hands but by her mouth.

Amaya lost her control. Maybe she's right, maybe she's hurt but Amaya have feelings too and no one tried to understand her. Everyone judged her because of her job.

"You have no right to hurt me." Amaya kick the girl, loses her balance and flopped. Amaya was on the top of her, punching her with no mercy.

"Like I told you, don't you dare to hurt me because I'm not just a prostitute. I know some martial arts, so If I were you I will just leave and disappear." Amaya stood up, compose her posture again.

Her head aches and her face became reddish. But she wouldn't mind the pain, she started walking but the girl torn her shirt.

Revealing her upper body, Amaya didn't expect it. She covered her body with her two hands, her eyes roamed to the crowd.

"What now! You're ashamed? Let everyone see your body." The girl said proudly, chin up and smiling like a demon.

They're shouting and flash of cameras touches her face. Amaya will be famous on social media, as she expected after this.

"Shame on you, call girl." The girl 'bout to unhook her brassiere when a masculine voice butt in.

"Don't you dare." The man said with authority. He took off his coat and covered it to Amaya's cold body.

Amaya cannot see his face, she was there on the ground cold, ashamed.

The girl freeze like an ice upon hearing his authorative voice. She followed what the man said, she probably know him.

"You're lucky this time, whore!" The girl walk in a hurry, people move to give her way.

Amaya just smirk. She's used to this kind of scenario, different woman hurt her. They think that she seduced all the men in the world in exchange of money.

People watched them, like just in a movie. A night shining armor save her from being strip in a public place.

"Thank you." Amaya said trying to stand but she fell down.

"Stay there." His voice was deep, a very manly one.

At the moment, Amaya stayed on the ground. She doesn't know why she's following him, his a stranger.

The man carry her that makes her eyes bigger and widen. Amaya look at the man's face, it's him.

Calling card. The man who gave her a calling card.

The man didn't bother of what people say. He just carry the woman who needs help.

"It's you!" Amaya exclaimed in amusement.

"Good to see you again, Aya." The man smiled at her echtly showing his beautiful white set of teeth.

She feel something strange in her chest. Her heart beats so fast that she cannot even control of it.

"Am I in love?" Amaya whispered in the air. Feeling safe and secured with the man's arm.