Amor Fati Series #1: Chasing Thy Fate

07

"Who's that guy, sweetie? And why were you in his motorcycle?" mom asked me. Nasa sala kami at tapos nang kumain. My brother is also looking at me straight.

He was waiting for an answer.

I sighed before I looked at them. "Before you could say anything, hindi ko siya boyfriend." panimula ko.

"It was already late when he volunteered to take me home lalo na't  may atraso siya sa akin. I also got home safe. He's my classmate. Though we don't talk that much." I bite the inside of my cheeks.

Kuya then leaned back on the couch. "What's his name?"

"Yohan Dimitriv Martinez." I uttered.

His forehead creased and looked like he was caught off guard.

"Is he somehow related to Trinea Acey Martinez?" he asked.

Now I'm the one who's confused. Who's that?

"Who's that?"

"Never mind." he shrugged.

"Anak, bring him home if you have time. I want to meet him." my mom smiled.

"Mom?" I looked at her shocked. "What for?" I asked

"I want to meet the people in your life." she uttered. I saw a teasing smile when she said that.

Clearly, Yohan giving me a ride home doesn't mean anything.

"If we'll ever talk again, mom." I answered. Wala rin naman kasi akong planong dalhin 'yon dito.

"He's a professional racer at his age so I don't need to worry." kuya dropped a bomb while nodding.

"What? Who's the racer?"

"That Martinez." he answered.

Professional? Eh grade 9 pa 'yon.

"You know him?" I asked confused. He fixed his shirt and stood up.

"No. But I know someone who might know him" he shrugged. "I want to meet him personally."

Napailing nalang ako at nagpa-alam nang matulog. Kailangan kong umalis nang maaga bukas.

When I arrived into my room. I looked at the helmet that's on my bedside table. I can't help but to think my brother's statement.

Professional racer?

When I got on his scooter, he drive swiftly. I didn't even felt the nervousness and hesitation that I felt when he showed up. It's as if he's one with the scooter. He turns smoothly that I almost can't feel the sharp turns on strest. Is that really possible though?

Who are you, really Yohan?

Tinabig ko 'yong nasa isipan ko at nahiga na. Just when I'm about to close my eyes, a word from my helmet got my attention.

"Dragonova." I whispered.

Why does it sounded so familiar? When and where did I ever heard that?

That word kept me awake all night. Literally.

My alarm clock then echoed across the four corners of my room with my eyes wide awake.

What did I do? Tangina, anong nangyari at hindi ako nakatulog?