Seven Months

Chapter 1

It was the first Friday of September. That means, we are wearing our gala uniforms for the mass. It was so hot that I started fanning myself using my handkerchief. After lunch, pinapila na kami sa labas ng rooms para sunod-sunod na daw ang passing. 

I'm not really required to attend the mass since I'm not a Roman Catholic. But this is the school I entered, so much as well respect their beliefs. I sat down on the chair na naka-assign sa akin. Malapit lang kami sa aisle kung saan dadaan ang pari. At my left side is where my friend Hal is. Sa right side ko naman si Prisca. Kabarkada ko ang dalawang yan kaya buti nalang may kadaldalan ako.

Habang naghohomily ang pari, I observed around and some people are sleeping. I don't get it. Homily is like... the best part of the mass. Nageenjoy ako sa kwento ng pari. I lost my concentration when I saw a guy who's forehead was resting on the backseat of the chair in front of him, sleeping. His skin is pale, he has a hair that was too hard to even describe. Hindi ganoon kafit ang kanyang pants like those other guys kaya may pagka-jologs ang itsura niya. I  was staring at him. A zealous feeling in my heart starts to increase. Parang gusto kong makita ng mabuti ang mukha niya. I was whining in my head. Pleading na sana itaas na niya ang ulo niya.

Alas! Biglang nagsalita ang speaker saying, "Please stand". 

Tumayo kaming lahat and so did he. My body was filled with excitement, knowing na makikita ko na rin siya. He was wiping his face with his handkerchief. After that, tinago niya iyon sa bulsa niya and he looked up to the priest.

I look at him and I wanted to take my phone out to take a picture of his sight.

I see him smile and my heart melts.

I see him glance at me and everything froze.

Natulala ako sakanya. I realized that I was admiring his beauty. Hindi siya ganoon kagwapo. His skin was still pale. His hair was still too hard to describe, mukha parin siyang jologs sa pants niya. But when you stare at him, you can't help but to describe him the way authors describe the beauty of their characters in the novel they are writing.

I observe his face and his hair was light. His eyes are brown and his lips are as red as cheeks who just suffered from a severe blush. His jaw wasn't too sharp. His posture wasn't that too sporty and he didn't really look fit enough. His skin was so pale! Too pale! But as I observe every piece of him, that's when I felt that that, made him, him. I suddenly realized that his hair matched his pale skin. His brown eyes are perfect for his red lips. 

Pag titignan mo siya, hindi ka maaattract sakanya. Pero paghinimay mo ang bawat parte ng mukha niya, all you can think about is his beauty. That's the time when you look at him and you won't  see him the way you saw him for the very first time.

"Hal! Hal! Kilala mo ba kung sino yung lalaking yun?" I asked, eagerness obvious in my voice.

"Hindi eh. Bakit?" He asked back. I replied with a "nothing" and turned my head to Prisca, asking her the same question.

"Alam ko Jamie yung pangalan niyan eh." She replied.

"Jamie." I simply mumbled.

His name was suddenly the subject and the predicate. Jamie is the subject because he's the one being talked about. Jamie is the predicate because he himself is beautiful.

He was a complete sentence for me.