XII - Andrew

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A month passed and I grew fonder of Eleanor. I have this instinct to always make her laugh, even if she's a really moody woman. Sometimes cold and aloof, sometimes warm.

In just 2 weeks, I'll get back to studying again. Since this is my last year in college.. I really have to make it my last year! No slacking, no repeating of subjects, full scholarship. That's why I'm also in varsity.

Kaya naman nila mommy at daddy na bayaran ang buong tuition ko at lahat ng mga kailangan. Pero.. syempre, tipid na rin. It's helpful.

Mommy raised us to be frugal, but Angela's a bit extravagant. Madalas ko siyang makitang may bagong binibili lalo na sa makeup.
Pag sabay ang oras ng pasok namin sa university, hinihintay ko pa siya minsan, doon ko nakikita. May bubuksan pa lang siyang kung anong bagay na parang nagddrawing siya sa mukha. Mga 45 minutes na akong naghihintay at nakaupo, nasa harap pa rin siya ng salamin at nag-aayos.




"What were you like in high school?" I asked. Eleanor blinked her eyes as if she didn't understand me.

"Ibig ko sabihin, kung anong mga gawain mo noong college ka pa lang.. nasa varsity ka rin ba tulad ko? Cheering squad or dance troupe? Chorale?"

"Ah.. hmm.. I was in a folk dance troupe before. Why? You have something to brag on again?!" She softly laughed.

"Ha? No.. I don't have anything to brag." I shrugged and grinned.

"I thought." She smiled and went back to reading a literature book.

Ang daming pwedeng gawin dito sa bahay nila; anything, and everything's vintage.
They have a chess table with a chair on two sides for two players, a grand piano, a violin with bow in a glass cabinet.. not to mention they also have a library. A huge one.
Meron naman sa bahay, but not too big, beside it is mommy and daddy's office.

"How about when you were in high school?" I asked again.

"I'm in an art class." She smiled.

"Oh, right. You said you like to draw right? Sketch, or something? Will you do me one?"

"Hmm.. I'll think about it." She laughed then stuck her tongue out.

"You stuck your tongue out? Wow, you're feeling playful today, huh?" I chuckled. "How if I tickle your feet?"
Saktong nakataas ang paa niya sa arm rest ng sofa na bigla naman niyang binaba at umayos siya ng upo at tumingin sa akin.

"Tickle me, huh? Suntukin kita?" I'm amazed when she speaks not in English.

Her fist is ready for a jab but I raised my hands. "Nope."

"Good." She smirked.

Was this a first time for me to see someone prettily smirk? For a while, I laid my eyes on her, then she got back on reading.

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