"OKAY..."
"LET'S START! FIRST WE'RE GOING TO DISCU—"
"Hi bitches!" Gab interrupts as she makes her way to them. She's carrying two plastic bags filled with what appears to be snacks. Walking alongside her is a girl wearing a beige hijab, a yellow floral loose shirt with long sleeves, khaki pants and black leather boots.
Pamela's mouth could not be any wider as she follows them with her gaze. The two of them take their seat on the grass and finally complete circle. Gab pours the snacks from the plastic bags to the center. "Sorry nadugayan mi. Nagpalit pa mi ug makaon. Actually, libre ni ni Hamza tanan, so pag-thank you mo sa iya."
"SORRY WE'RE LATE. WE BOUGHT SNACKS. ACTUALLY, HAMZA PAID FOR EVERYTHING, SO YOU HAVE TO THANK HER."
Hamza laughs. "Ayaw uy. Gab gyud."
"STOP IT, GAB. MY GOSH."
"Hi," she says as she sees Mariz. "Wala pa ta nagkaila. Ako diay si Gab."
"I DON'T THINK WE'VE MET BEFORE. I'M GAB."
"Mariz."
"Hi." Gab elbows Maya on her left. "Hi."
"Hi," Maya mouths in response.
Pamela quickly adjusts her throat. She glances at Hamza. "Ngano ka nipalit ug snacks?"
"WHY DID YOU BUY SNACKS?"
"Erm..." Hamza turns to face Gab all confused.
"Ako man siya giingnan nga kato, about sa channel nato. Unya interesado man siya kay naa pud siya'y experience sa radio broadcasting tong Junior High pa siya. Tapos..." She lets out a sheepish laugh. "Niingon na lang pud ko sa iya nga magpalit mi ug snacks. Wala man ko nag-expect nga manlibre diay siya. Wala nalang pud ko nibalibad. Sorry, Hamz. Bayaran lang tika."
"I TOLD HER ABOUT OUR CHANNEL. AND SHE WAS INTERESTED ABOUT IT, BECAUSE SHE ALSO HAS EXPERIENCE WITH RADIO BROADCASTING WHEN SHE WAS IN JUNIOR HIGH. ALSO..."
"I MENTIONED THAT WE WOULD BE NEEDING SNACKS. I DIDN'T EXPECT SHE'D PAY FOR IT. I LET HER DO IT ANYWAY. SORRY, HAMZ. I'LL JUST PAY YOU BACK IF YOU WANT."
"Okay lang uy," Hamza says softly. "Okay lang gyud kaayo."
"NO, IT'S FINE."
"IT'S REALLY OKAY."
"Sure ba?"
"YOU SURE?"
"Lage, su—"
"YEAH, I'M SU—"
"Niingon ta ka Gab nga naa diay kay giinvite," Pamela says, forcing out another smile.
"GAB, YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME YOU WERE INVITING SOMEONE ELSE."
"Aw. Bawal diay? Abi nakog..." She looks at everyone. "...the more the merrier man kaha?"
"WAS THAT NOT ALLOWED? I THOUGHT..."
"THE MORE THE MERRIER, RIGHT?"
"Oo pero..." Pamela tries to avoid having contact with any of the girl's eyes but she can see from the corner of her eyes, some nods of agreement from Maya and Mariz. "Kato, giingnan lang unta ko nimo," she squeaks out. "...kay si Maya giingnan baya ko niya about kang Mariz. Pero, thank you gihapon sa snacks. Hamza to no?"
"YES, BUT..."
"WELL, I JUST WISH YOU'D TOLD ME."
"...BECAUSE MAYA TOLD ME ABOUT MARIZ. BUT YEAH, STILL THANK YOU FOR THE SNACKS. IT WAS HAMZA, WAS IT?"
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YATIZ (SKAM Philippines 🇵🇭)
Teen Fiction#Yatiz is a story focusing on the lives of young people in a small seaside municipality called Carmen in the southern part of the Philippines. The name is based on a cuss word here, "Yati/Yatis" that has no English equivalent but is closest to WTF. ...
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