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Worst Hangover (#3)

First Part: Three Bottles of Beer, Six Shots of Tequila (#1)

Second Part: The Yellow Umbrella (#2)

And here is the Third Part:



Dina continued the remaining two blocks to her sister’s apartment. Her hair is dripping. She can feel her top getting tighter on her skin. A breeze blew on her direction which makes her shiver a bit. She gripped on the yellow umbrella and started thinking about Danny.

“How come I never noticed him before? He’s really nice to me. But I am still mad for what he did last night. And the guy is so arrogant! Is he crazy? Giving an umbrella to a stranger and just ran off like that?”

She remembered Jim.

“Oh my God! And Jim! This is so embarrassing! Should I answer his text? What would I say? Maybe he thinks I’m reckless and irresponsible! But to think of it… He came to my rescue. He took me home. It’s been three months. Maybe he love me still. Or not. Maybe he just felt obligated because of that conceited waiter!”


She rang the bell to her sister’s apartment. Tina answered then opened the door.

“Gosh! What happened to you? Why are you still wet when you have an umbrella? Come inside. You’ll be sick!”

“Oh now you’re concerned!”

Dina went inside while shrugging off her body from the chills outside. She put the umbrella on the side to let it dry.

“What are you talking about? Of course I care about my little sister. Wait, I’ll go get a towel.”

Tina came back immediately with a towel and some dry clothes.

“Change your clothes first before we eat. Alright?”

When she came back from the bathroom, the dining table is already set. She could smell roasted chicken and potatoes. Tina is now slicing the cake. Dina grabbed her and hugged her from behind.

“Thank you, Tins.”, and Dina is in her comfort zone again – beside her sister.

“Well, this is not for you. I thought Rob will come over for lunch. But he got an emergency on the clinic so he cancelled on me. Good thing you texted, at least there is someone who would eat all these!”, she was grinning.

“You know sometimes I think your kind but in a second you let me lose it.” She grabbed a chair and they sat down across each other to eat.

“What are sisters are for!”, Tina said while carefully arranging the cake on the side of her small dining table.

“Yeah right! Sisters never ditch each other!”, Dina said with her annoyed voice while picking up the chicken.

“Dina, are you mad at me? You said on your text that you’ll tell a story and that you are mad.”

“You did not come pick me up last night!”, she exclaimed feeling hurt.

“Pick you up where? I told you I have a meeting last night. I know I told you. What happened?”, Tina is now worried.

“Jim picked me up.” She whispered.

“Jim? As in your Jim? Your ex-boyfriend Jim?”

“Yes, the one and only.”

“Why did you call him? You could have called me still or Rob or better yet Mom! But to call Jim, that was pretty stupid you know.”

“Well. It was not my fault.”, she’s having her second wing now.

“What do you mean?”

“I was really drunk. So this arrogant waiter at the bar called him. He used my phone to call Jim. Actually, I am still having a hangover. My head hurts.”

“What waiter?”

“I do not know him. But he’s tall, dark skin, squared jaw and kinda cute.”

“Oh! Danny!”

“Yes, that’s the name. How did you know him?”

“You’ve been having this routine of getting drunk and careless for the past weeks. When I get to pick you up, he always helps me carry you to my car. He’s really nice you know. And hot!”

“How come I never noticed him before?”

“Maybe you were too occupied by yourself, Dina!” She laughed while giving her sister a slice of cake.

Dina took a bite. “You are the best cook in the world, Tins! Well, next to Mom.”

“What a compliment. Thank you. Eat some more.”


“Thanks for the lunch, Tins. I gotta go. I still have to go to work.”

“Yeah, but I suggest you go home first and make yourself presentable. Do you want me to drive you?”

“It’s okay. I’ll just walk. Anyway the raid stopped.”

“Okay. See you tomorrow?”

“Sure. Bye Tins.” She kissed her sister goodbye.


The sky is still gloomy. The wind is still cold. But it’s not pouring anymore so she just closed the umbrella that is now dry. She went home and changed to her usual work attire. She put on her old faded jeans and a plain white shirt. She also got her jacket and she put on her boots. Before she goes, she fixed her hair up on a ponytail.

Dina is an engineer. She is now working on this new project wherein she has to rehabilitate an old building to become a restaurant. She took her motorcycle from the condominium parking area and drove straight to the site.

She’s been driving this bike for two weeks now. And she’s finally getting the hang of it. She likes the air through her hair. And the rush she gets from the excitement of her new toy.

When she arrived, her staff was so busy. Everyone who sees her greets her. Everybody respects her.

She went to an old container van just near the entrance of the area which seems to be their site office. Her secretary immediately handed her a hard hat.

“Good afternoon, Ma’am. The lawyer called this morning asking for you. She said you should return her call as soon as possible.”

“What’s it about?”, Dina said while dropping her backpack and helmet on her table.

“She wants to get an update on the project. She’s not happy with our progress.”

“We are two weeks late from schedule. We could still keep up with the target deadline. Why does she keep over reacting. She’s more concerned that the owner of the restaurant.” She sounds exasperated.

She got her phone and called Chey.


“Good afternoon Attorney!”

“Hi Engineer. Where are you?”

“I’m here at the site. I’ve been here since this morning. I was just so busy that’s why I never got the chance to answer your call. What’s up?”

“The owner wants to get an update on the project. He wants to have it finished in a month.”

“One month? Is he crazy? We can’t do that. You are the lawyear, you should have told him that as per our contract, this project will be delivered in six months which gives me at least two more months to finish it.”

“Yes, but he needs it in a month. That is why he likes to talk to you.”

Dina is now frustrated. She got her hands clenched and brows crossed. She’s trying to keep her cool. She walks back and forth inside their small office. The other engineers stopped on their work and looked at each other, scared.

“Whatever. I’ll talk to him. When is he available? I still need to prepare and think about this.”

“He’s coming there. He wants to see what’s happening to his property.”

“He’s coming here now? Why?”

“It’s his restaurant. He can see it whenever he wants. Plus it’s about time you guys meet. Whatever you two agreed on, we will put it on paper. I’ll meet you there tomorrow. Dina, do not be mad at me. Both of us are working for him, me as his representative on his transactions and you to build him his restaurant. Bye.”, and she hang up.


Dina sat down on her chair. She’s nervous about the project. She knows she’s been out of her game lately, mainly because of her heartbreak. She’s not like this before. When she has something to do, she finishes it ahead of time. Now she’s facing a project which is delayed and with pushed down timeline.

“How can I finish this in one month when I am two weeks behind schedule? Is he crazy? Why is he suddenly changing the timeline? And what is the name of the owner? Gosh, I forgot. It was Chey who always talks to me on this stuff. Why is he interested now? He never comes here.”

Her secretary got her attention.

“Ma’am, Mr. Mayer is now approaching.”

“Mr. Who?”, she was still half focused from her own thoughts.

“The owner, Ma’am. His car is parked outside and will be here any minute now.”

“Oh. What’s his name again?”

And before the secretary could reply, a tall man with squared jaw opened the door.

“Good afternoon everyone.”, he greeted with a smile showing off his perfect set of white teeth.


“Oh my God. It’s him!”



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