#DM3
I never had a problem with my parents, school, and my life. I've been living freely and happily.
My parents never told us to have higher grades and study hard. They are always chill because they said; they trust us.
Iyon ang bagay na palagi kong iniisip kaya kahit hindi sila nagd-demand, ayaw kong samantalahin iyon at maging kumpyansa na hindi ko kailangan isipin ang gawain ko dahil iyon naman ang sinasabi nila.
My life had no pressure at all.
Hindi rin naman nakaka-pressure iyong ginawa nila na pagtrabahu-in kami noong mag eighteen. It was already set in our minds while growing. It was like a goal to reach for me and Bhaltie.
Excited pa nga kami noon kasi iyon ang palaging pinapaalala ni momsy sa amin, sabi niya titiisin niya kami at kami na ang bahala sa buhay namin para matutong mag-isa.
It was not easy but it was challenging and exciting at the same time so not a big deal because that's what I and Bhaltie love in common—to be challenged.
Ma-feel ko lang na may challenge sa isang bagay, excited na ako.
"Oh, kumusta ka diyan?" si momsy ang nasa face time habang namimili ako ng susuotin ko at nakatapat sa salamin. "May date ka ba? Bakit masyado kang aligaga sa pagpili ng damit?"
"You ask too many questions, momsy," I grunted. "Just tell me if this is bagay."
Ngumiwi siya. She was just sitting there, back resting on the headboard of their bed.
"Hindi bagay, ang baduy! Ano 'yan, pink tapos yellow?"
"Uso na kaya 'yong ganitong color combinations!"
"Uso pero kung hindi bagay, huwag ipilit! May binibagayan lang 'yong pinapauso na ganyan!" laban niya.
"Let her wear whatever she's comfortable with," Popsy butted in.
I couldn't see him on the screen but I know he was just beside momsy with his Macbook, working.
"Marami namang damit na magiging comfortable siya, hindi lang 'yan. Baduy nga, e. Alangan hayaan ko siyang i-uncrush ng ka-date niya? Hindi na 'yon mag-aaya ng next date!"
"So, what? His loss," si Popsy. "She doesn't need to dress up for boys. Baduy or not, if they want her, anything should be alright."
"I know, daksi! Motto ko din 'yan dati pero 'yon ang tingin ko, e. Hindi bagay. 'Yon ang demand ng anak mo, sabihin ko kung bagay! E, hindi. Do I need to tell her just wear what makes you comfortable? Nasaan 'yong opinion do'n na gusto niyang marinig?"
I blinked and stopped fitting. Umupo ako sa kama at tiningnan si momsy sa screen na laban na laban, tinapat niya iyong camera kay popsy. He was pouting looking at momsy before he smiled at me. He motioned his thumb on his neck and shook his head.
"Okay, your momsy's right. Listen to her. She has a better opinion when it comes to girl's outfits."
Humagikgik ako at nailing din sa kanilang dalawa bago pinagpatuloy ang ginagawa ko.
"See? You know I'm better than you, Cyprian Segovia!" Momsy stated. "Marami kang sinasabi pero hindi mo naman kuha 'yong point ng usapan."
"You're both right, okay?" singit ko sa kanila. "Popsy's right, I shouldn't dress for boys but momsy's also right because deep inside I still want to impress my ka-date."
Momsy was making faces to annoy him.
Popsy chuckled and nodded. "Whatever makes you feel confident, then. But don't let them know that."
