Please pray for the victims of Typhoon Yolanda. Let’s help them in any way we can. News are making me cry for two reasons: first, the heartbreaking situation of the victims. Second, because I’m right all this time—that there are still wonderful people who are willing to lend this hands in this world. God created us. And I so trust His creations. I know you do, too. Prayers. Prayers.
Checking stuff to donate. I can't take this anymore. My heart is terribly breaking for the victims of the Super Typhoon Yolanda. I was thinking of the meals I'm having while they are struggling to survive. And I couldn't eat. I was thinking of the warm comfort of my bed while they have none and cold. And I couldn't sleep. I was thinking of rain...and their distraught and thirst. I was thinking of Christmas Day! What would happen to their Christmas Day? I just hope that everyone would have the heart to lend their hands to them even by the smallest means. It was worst... The aftermath is terrible. Let's not leave them helpless out there.
Soundtrack for this chapter: Belong by Cary Brothers (For the shortest love story)
Chapter 48: Farewell, My Romeo
“Get her out of here,” mahinang wika ni Van.
I frowned. If I only got enough strength, I would protest. Patuloy lang si Jin sa pagpapanggap na ini-examine ako tulad ng ginagawa ng ibang mga naroon sa tuwing pumapasok sila sa bubog kong kulungan. Kung ibang tao lang ang makakakita sa kaniya, malamang na hindi siya makilala. He was wearing a white laboratory dress partnered with thick black, nerdy glasses. Gusto ko siyang tanungin kung paano niya nagawang makapasok rito. I wanted to ask him why the hell he came back. Subalit ang pagsasalita ay hinihingi ang natitira kong lakas. Wala akong magawa kundi panuorin na lang ang lahat, ang nangyayari at ang mga mangyayari.
“Of course, I’ll get her out of here,” mahina ring sagot ni Jin habang lihim na tinitingnan ang paligid.
“If you let her go back again… I will… kill you,” mahina at mababa ang boses na pagbabanta ni Van. Kung pagmamasdan siguro mula sa labas, malamang walang makakapansin na nag-uusap ang dalawa.
Everyone outside this stupid box seemed to be busy and had no clue of what was happening. Mas kaunti ang mga naroon ngayon dahil mukhang may pag-uusap na nagaganap sa ibang parte ng lugar. At sigurado ako sa bagay na pinagdidiskusyunan nila. My dad. If I wasn’t mistaken, there was a reason why I was studying here in Montello High. Hindi lang nagkataon na wala nang school sa listahan ni Daddy na pwede kong pasukan. Thinking about the reason why was unfortunately increasing my headache and dizziness. And to make it worse, did I just hear about him being the erased person on the list of Mafia Freniere’s Black Notebook? Uh, crap. What was happening? I want answers.
Muling bumalik sa kasalukuyan ang isipan ko nang maramdaman ko ang katawan kong umangat sa sahig. Jin carried me, bridal style. I really felt so helpless. Isa pang taong nakaputi ang pumasok at binuksan ang pinto para sa paglabas namin. I recognized her as Dr. Mitton. I wondered if she knew all the things about my Dad. I wondered if she had all the answers I wanted.
BINABASA MO ANG
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