Can't lie
Hindi ko alam kung paanong agad akong dinalaw ng antok at nakatulog gayong sobrang aga pa. Hindi iyon normal sa akin. I took her in her room and lied her in the queen size bed, I covered her body with comforter. While me, I opened the another small bed below hers. Ganoong naging kadali ang naging pagtulog ko, hindi ko naramdaman ang pagkalam ng tiyan.
It was peaceful and relaxing.
Nagising kami nang bandang alas-dos ng madaling-araw. Nadatnan ko siya sa balcony na nagtatanggal ng sinampay niya. Patapos na siya nang makita niya akong nakatayo at nanonood lang.
"Good morning! You woke up so early, sana natulog ka pa nang matagal para sulit ang pagtulog mo nang maaga," She gave me a warm smile before she walked pass to me holding the laundries.
"Morning, I slept for more than 8 hours, Maia. I'm already happy with that. Anyway, have you thought about my offer?"
Nilapag niya lang yata ang mga tuyong damit sa kwarto niya at saka siya dumiretso na sa kusina. "Teka, magluluto lang ako, mamaya mo na ako kausapin."
She started wearing an apron, and chopped the vegetables. I laughed at her sentence, rather than being offensive. In the end, I just turned on the television to watch some news.
I couldn't focus on the television because of the good smell of her dish. Doon na nagsimula ang pagpasok ng mga imahinasyon sa utak ko.
"I'm culinary student, 2nd year. Ikaw?"
Inangkla niya ang kanyang kamay, at nilagay niya iyon sa kanyang bewang. Tumitig siya sa akin at parang natigilan. I was a bit conscious with her sad eyes. "I stopped, but I was fine arts student."
"I thought you hate arts?"
"I told you, someone— wait, ha? P-Paano mo... teka," She stuttered and stopped as she went close to me. I heaved a sigh.
Siya 'yong babae na tinutukoy niya sa kwento niya na hindi mahilig at disgusto ang sining. Marahil naramdaman ko lang na iba ang ekspresyon niya noon, it screams happiness, love and affection. Her eyes doesn't lie while she talks about it.
"I just knew that you were that girl," I shrugged and chuckled slowly.
"I... I took fine arts because, I told you, I fell in love with it the way I fell... with an artist."
For the first time in my whole existence, I've never felt broke and being rejected with something unsaid. This is my karma. Ang hindi ko lang maintindihan ay bakit sa ganito pa ako mas nasasaktan? Ilang babae ang nasayang ko pero wala akong naramdaman kundi awa. Bakit ngayon kung kailan ilang araw ko pa lang nakakasama, parang ang sakit-sakit na?
"Where is he? Why don't you try to reach him?"
She shook her head and lightly chuckled. She turned her back on me to finish her cook, I stayed quiet behind her while looking. He is so damn one lucky man.
"He's far. So far within my reach right now. I run away from him, because I don't want him to feel that I am a hindrance to his dream."
I brushed my palm against my face and took a deep breath. Girls are girls. They could sacrifice almost everything they have and they can, just for their loved one. They can be selfless, and hopeless, but still come back to a person after being healed.
At hindi man lang siya hinabol ng lalaki. Parang pinatunayan niyang hadlang talaga ang babae sa pangarap niya. That's why I hate drama and romance movies, I hate the chasing theme. Papaikutin ka lang ng istorya hanggang sa magbago ang pananaw mo sa pagmamahal. Just like fantasy and Disney love stories, it increases the standards to the point that they couldn't reach it. Too much idealism also.
BINABASA MO ANG
Let's meet on the other side
Short StoryA dream. She is fucking unreachable, and seems unrealistic, the moment she stepped back, I confirmed that she wasn't a painting nor sculpture. Perhaps, she is a work of art; epitome of beauty. Started: February 6, 2022 Ended: March 5, 2022