Senior High Series #6: A Tale Of Pens And Pans(A collaboration Series)

CHAPTER 3

   Without any further delay, Whylle asked for permission na lumabas na. He was approved kaya deretso siyang naglakad palabas ng opisina. He’s annoyed.

   “What the—?!” Scarlett annoyingly stated.

   “You’re in my office, Miss. I’ll tell you for the second time, watch your words. Everything is settled now, except of your punishment. Miss Jameeson I am sorry to tell you this, but our campus will never tolerate this kind of behavior. You just came here for a while at kakaibang kataohan na ang iyong ipinakita, you have to be punished. As for your punishment, you have to spend your break times helping out the cooks in the canteen. You have to clean the students mess every after they finish eating there. You understand?” Scarlett as Scarlett, she just shut up annoyingly.

   “You may go now.” Without a second, Scarlett step out to the room and rushed herself out of there.

   “We’ll go now Mister Lim. Thank you po.” I stated.

   “Thank you too. And to you little girl, keep going!” Tumango lamang ito at masiglang lumabas ng opisina. Hindi na rin nagtagal ay lumabas na rin ako dito at nagpatuloy na sa aking giya papasok ng classroom.

   I am on my way to our classroom ng mapadaan ako sa office ni Whylle. I stopped for a bit.

   “You didn’t even bother to defend me there!” I know I am not mistaken, that was Scarlett. She's furiously talking to Whylle.

   What a shame, talagang sa campus pa sila mag-aaway. Class hours pa. Freaks.

   “Sinong tanga ang magtatangol sa isang tangang katulad mo?” Whylle calmly stated. Sarcastic.

   “I came here, because of you! Iniwan ko ang probinsya para masamahan kita dito! Can’t you have any conscience para pagtakpan man lang ako?!” She’s unbelievable.

   “Scarlett, first of all. I didn’t tell you to come with me. I didn’t ask you na sundan mo ako dito. Second, hindi karapat dapat na ipagtanggol ang isang gagang katulad mo na siya mismo ang gumawa ng kahihiyan para sa kaniyang sarili. Scarlett, matalino ka kaya huwag kang tanga.” Whylle kept his voice low and baritones voice as he uttered those words. Keeping away from any scandal that may happened.

   “Fuck! Leave!” In an instance, I was stunned. Lumakas ang boses nito after I’ve heard someone being slapped. Scarlett maybe slapped him.

   “I-I’m sorry, Whylle. Hindi ko sinasadya, nadala lang ako ng emosyon ko.” Sa kaunting siwang ng bintana ay sumilip ako. Iwinaksi ni Whylle ang kamay ng babae at galit itong tiningnan.

   “You and your stupid wills! Get out!” Scarlett, gave up. Binitawan niya na ang lalaki at walang ganang umalis ng silid.

   “One thing, I don’t care of what you're doing here, kung bakit ka sumunod dito. Wala akong pake. Besides, my life is better off without your presence. Hindi ikaw ang pinunta ko dito Scarlett, stop assuming and dreaming of the things that would not happen.” Three seconds after he spill those words. Scarlett, came out to the room, running and sniffling like a child.

   “I am sorry for the trouble Miss.” I am about to continue my path into my classroom when a baritoned voice of a man made me stop.

   I unconsciously moved my gaze to him, straightened myself and look into his eyes intently.

   “I am sorry for listening.” He moved away his gaze and hinawi ang biglang pamumuo ng pawis sa kaniyang noo.

   “A-Ah, ayos lang iyon. I am really sorry for the trouble.”

   Tumango lamang ako at naglakad na papaalis. But for the second time, he stopped me by holding my arm.

   “In a world of swift spins and graceful strokes,
A girl emerges, table tennis invokes.
With beauty and grace, she takes her place,
Her every move, a dance in space.” My knees suddenly shakes as it weakens. Muntikan na akong matumba ng inalalayan niya ako gamit ang kaniyang braso.

  
   “Bakit ka nawala? Why didn’t you came back?” Hindi ako umimik, walang rumirehistrong salita sa aking isipan.

   Tiningnan ko lang siya ng naguguluhang tingin. I don't understand him, hindi ko makuha ang kaniyang nais na ipahiwatig. Pero, parang malalim ang pinaghuhugotan ng mga salitang kaniyang sinambit.

   “What do you mean?” I asked him out of confusion and unconsciously take my hand off out of his. Napahawak ako sa bintana ng silid ng akmang matutumba ako at iniwasan ang kaniyang kamay na mahawakan akong muli.

   “I forgot, you don’t know me. Hindi tayo nakapagpakilala sa isa’t-isa. You were so broke that night that's why I didn’t bother to tell you my name.” Tinitigan ko lang siya sa mata dahil totoong hindi ko siya maintindihan.

   Nanaig sa amin ang katahimikan at nagtagal iyon ng ilang minuto. He’s not even talking, he’s just staring at me intently.

   I was about to walk out when he held my hand. A sudden electricity raise into my nerve by the time that our fingers met. Kakaibang kuryente ang biglang dumaloy sa aking katawan.

   Kaagad kong binawi ang kamay ko at matapang siyang hinarap.

   “What?” Walang buhay kong saad. Pilit na itinatago ang kabang nararamdaman matapos maglapat ang aming mga kamay.

   “Loay, in front of the old mesmerizing house and the little boy who handed you a cookie that he made on his own.” Tuluyang bumigay ang aking tuhod ngunit binawi ko iyon kaagad at walang pagdadalawang isip na umalis sa harap niya.

   May mga magagandang ala-alang hindi maaring balikan dahil sa naidulot nitong hapdi sa iyong pagkatao.