and this is my First post here in YWS...
any comments are very much welcome, now i'm not really good in tenses, i find myself struggling a bit with that, so pls pay attention to that most of all...
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“I can help you”, the man lights his cigarette.
Tala wipes her tears with her hand & looked up at the tall, handsome American man with a flashy suit on. “I don’t do drugs!” she quickly says. The guy is a bit suspicious, who is he anyway & why is he offering help, she better be careful on this one.
With a stern look on his face, he looked down at the insulting woman who is dressed more like a gypsy than a tourist & calmly replied, “I did not say that.”
“I don’t prostitute either! Or kill people!” she continues, sobbing.
“Stop saying non sense things. And let me talk”, he said throwing his full cigarette away, obviously loosing his appetite for it. He faced her. “I saw you fighting with the consuls in there, it’s not that hard to figure you’re in a big trouble, are you not?”
The woman with her big teary eyes of course know what the suited-guy was talking about, she doesn’t want to remember any of those right now & she still have some immediate thinking to do to get herself out of this mess & she is in nowhere ready to be confronted by another immigrant officer, 3-5 of them is enough for one day. She stood up & left.
“I can offer you a visa!” the surprised man says.
She looks at him. And she looks at him again, this time she noticed his difference from all the man inside the immigration, unlike them he’s too good looking, unlike them he stands more confidently like he’s some kind of an important person & unlike them this one actually offers her the one thing she badly needed & almost got arrested for. A stupid freaking visa! And though he stands so confidently, he has this desperate look in his face, and if she were to compare, he’s almost as desperate as she is.
“You’re not an immigrant officer are you... what do you mean you can offer me a visa?” she asks expectantly.
He approached her, and her ears must be playing tricks on her because he heard him say, “I’ll marry you.” He said that like he‘s just saying, “I’ll help you” or “that direction” or “tourist are not allowed in that area”. He’s saying it like he’s just supposed to say it!
“What!?” she squealed.
“You heard me. I need a wife & you need a visa. It’s basically a balanced deal. What do you say?”
Things are getting out of hand, not long ago she’s been arguing with an officer, another one came to his assistance, she was thrown out the building because she throw a stapler to one of the officers arguing with her and almost got reported to the police for not leaving the building and now a strange man is offering her marriage.
“No! I don’t think so!” she refused, her mind made up.
“Think about it miss. How much time you’ve got before an immigrant officer caught you illegally staying here in the US?”
Before she could answer, a phone ringed. It’s his. He took it out from inside his jacket and raised one finger at her, motioning her to not talk. While he’s at it, she did think about what he said. The immigration gave her 5 days to prove her stay her legally, the very reason why the officers did not phoned the cops on her, they said, they’re being humane so they’ve given her a very limited 5 days to comply. But without any support of any kind, she’s as good as a deportee.
“That’s my people. I have to go. But the deal is still on, here’s my card, I’ll be needing your response ASAP.” He says, finalizing their conversation then he left. She look at the golden card, it shimmers “Andrew Bruce” on it, and at the foot of the card, his number. She doesn’t know what she’s going to do with it, she decided not to take the proposal anyway.
A beep of a car took her attention, she looked up at the shiny silver Bentley, & the same man was in there gesturing her to ‘call me’ then drove away- fast! May be too fast than the allowed speed limit, she thought.
She sighed so loud that a passing middle aged woman stares at her, surprised. “Sorry…” she humbly apologized. Then she looked up at the sky that is getting darker by a minute, it’s already passed 6 in the evening, she has nowhere to go, she knows no one, she’s basically alone and helpless, she heard herself muttered in Tagalog, “Oh… God…”
