IKA WALONG PAHINA

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Chapter 8:  WAKING UP FROM THE DREAM

Months passed by and we're now close for our graduation. Sa buong taon kong nag-aral sa eskwelahan na ito, I never thought that my last year will be the worst.

Mula kasi noong araw na iyon na nakita kong umiiyak si Rosé, malaki ang nag iba. She started to avoid me. She even changed her schedules! I've tried several times to approach her pero tila ba may sakit akong nakakahawa na malayo pa lang ako ay nagkaka-undagaga na siyang umalis.

Kaya ba ilang siya sa akin sa umpisa pa lang? Kaya ba lagi siyang hindi makatingin sa akin? Is it because she hates me?

But that's absurd!

I don't remember any event na nangyari buong school year na may nagawa ako kahit kanino lalo na sa kaniya. So why the hell is she like that?

At dahil napagod na rin ako sa kakaisip, I let her be. If she doesn't like me then I don't care anymore. Whatever her reasons wala na akong balak alamin. Eventually, I stopped myself worrying at pinagod na lang ang sarili sa pag-aaral at sa ibang bagay. Me and Rosé-- we became strangers.

But the most mysterious of all, umpisa din ng araw na iyon ay hindi ko na naririnig pa ang magandang boses. Minsan nga naisip ko pa na baka multo pa yung narinig ko na iyon. Seriously, thats not even funny. But even so.. I still want to know. I still badly want.

Who are you really?

Dala ang isang sulat sa kamay ko, kinakabahan akong nakatitig sa pinto kung saan ko unang narinig ang magandang boses na iyon. Thinking if I should continue or not. I even went here pagkatapos na pagkatapos ng graduation kanina. I'm still even wearing my toga! I sigh. Seriously, I'm hopeless.

Mahigpit kong hinawakan ang sulat at pumasok sa loob. The piano is still there. Hindi ko alam kung mababasa niya ba to pero malakas ang loob ko na baka dumaan siya dito. Maybe she'll visit this place for one last time like how other students do na kapag graduation na ay iikutin ang campus for one last time to reminisce.

Okay let's do this.

Pinatong ko ang sulat sa ibabaw ng piano. I won't expect na maari, but I still hope she'll show up tomorrow. This is my last shot.

I was on my way pabalik kela Mama ng makasalubong ko si Rosé. Malilikot ang mga mata at hindi alam kong saan titingin habang ako ay mataman lang siyang tinignan. We are both standing in the field of the campus. I didn't utter a word. Hinintay ko lang na siya ang unang magsalita. I don't want to cause something again lalo na't hindi ko alam kong ano ba talaga ang problema niya sa akin.

I saw her clench her grip hard on a notebook she's holding. Ang ekspresyon niya ay tila hirap na hirap na at hindi alam kong ano ba talaga ang dapat sabihin.

"I.." she suddenly utter. Hindi ko alam kung ba't bigla akong kinabahan. "I ahmm.. I- want y-you to have this.." utal niyang ani at mabilis na sinara ang pagitan sa aming dalawa.

Hindi ko napaghandaan ang mabilis na pagsunggab niya sa aking ng hawak hawak niyang notebook. Pinagpilitan niya yun sa aking kung kaya't napahawak din ako doon. This girl is just too complicated! What is she up to now? Seriously, she always confound me.

"H-hey Rosé."

"This.. is what I've feeling all this time. P-please accept it." napakunot ang noo ko. Feeling? "Goodbye.." after she said that tumakbo siya sa direksyon na tinahak ko kanina. While me? I'm left with that notebook she gave me.

What the hell was that?

It is a brown notebook with red petals design on it. Rose. Just like her name. Wala akong ginawa sa notebook na binigay ni Rose kundi titigan lang iyon buong magdamag. At the end tinago ko na lang yun sa drawer ng study table ko without looking on it's content. Somehow, I'm afraid what's inside of it. As much as I want to know what she meant yet, naisip ko na baka hindi ko lang din maintindihan kapag nakita or nabasa ko na. Bakit ba hindi na lang niya mismo sinabi sakin sa personal? Baka mas maintindihan ko pa siya and I can ask her some questions too.

"Ah seriously. Tsk." Inis kong kuda at napakamot sa ulo.

Nevermind that. Tomorrow is what's important. I really hope I can see the owner of that voice tomorrow.

And just like a dream, I saw that scene again. Me holding a bunch of Roses sa isang park. Roses? Why roses tho? I don't know hindi lang matanggal sa isip ko ang bulaklak na iyon.

Then just like a deja vu I heard a voice.

Ha?

Hindi ko alam kung bakit nakatayo ako di kalayuan sa park at nakikita ko mismo ang sarili ko na naka-upo di kalayuan. May hawak akong rosas at bigla bigla na lang akong napatayo tila may narinig. It is like I'm inside a dream right now. Is this my dream?

So all of this, this time.. The flashback of my fourth year in highschool is just my dream? Seriously?

I saw myself na tumayo at papatawid na ng kalsada. Oh yes. If I remember, that was because..

Napatingin ako sa kabilang parte ng kalsada kung saan nakatingin ang sarili ko. In a fountain there was this girl sitting near it. She was singing in front of many people. It is definitely her. It is definitely her voice. She came that time.

Sinubukan ko ding aninagin ang babae. Why I still can't see you?! Damn this is getting irritating. I was suddenly distracted ng may dumaang motor sa gilid ko. Muntik na akong matamaan.

But.. when I saw myself,  I remember na natamaan nga talaga ako noon. At that time Ayu said she was the one who rescued me. And she also said that she was the one singing at the park.

Napatingin ako ulit sa direksyon ng babae. I saw her running towards my body lying on the street. The roses I was holding scattered on the pavement. Humakbang ako para sana lumapit sa eksena kaso bigla akong nasilaw sa puting liwanag.

Wait! I need to see her. Damn don't tell me I still can't see who she is?!

Before my sight was taken over by the light, the last thing I saw was those red petals. Roses. Why do I really can't get that flower out of my head that time? I still wonder.

Just like that, my dream ended. I woke up from a long dream. But still I didn't see her. I still don't know who she was. Is that really Ayu? I don't know.

And when I woke up from that dream.. three years have already past.

To be continue...

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