“Yeah!”
I join in the music that comes through the radio. I slightly bang my head, following the nostalgic rhythm of electric guitar that followed suit in the song. It reminds me of a graduation that has not come yet.
Noise can be so comforting sometimes. It helped me a lot in my dark times. I've been pampered in silence that it honed my fluency to speak less than I should do.
When the music ends, I meet my mother's curious gaze piercing through me as if I belong to those things she couldn't fathom that's why I decide to stop and proceed on knitting like what's she's currently doing while sitting on the other end of sofa. Whereas she never taught me how to do this. I did learn by mere observing her fingers and how the loops of yarn interlock with her pair of knitting needles.
I'm in the midst of knitting a sweater when my phone suddenly beeps. At first, I thought it was a random message from the network operator. Eventually, a simple memory sinks on me as I read the name included in the message.
Unknown Number:
This is Rico. Please save my number.
I expect that it's him yet my chest leaps a sudden beat. It's just that . . . the way he texts is so formal. I immediately compose myself because Mom is watching. Mag-rereply na sana ako nang may bagong text ulit.
Unknown Number:
Can we talk tomorrow?
For the materials we're gonna use
Probably after the CAT?
Or not?
Are you busy?
Okay, then
Maybe I'll just wait for your reply
Sorry
Am not good at texting
Because I'm not into things like this
Did I text too much?
“Teka! Teka!” hindi ko na napigilang isigaw. Sunod-sunod kasi eh!
“Bakit ba nagmamadali 'tong babaeng ito? Sino na nga 'yan?” rinig kong binubulong-bulong ng aking ina habang ginagantsilyo ang hindi pa tapos na kumot.
“Si Florence naman, nakalimutan na naman ako. Freesia po.”
I heavily breath a dozen times to calm my ass down while climbing up the stairway. Nonetheless, it seems to not work right now. When I finally reach my room, I quickly cover my mouth with both palms so no one would hear my annoying shrieks.
Hindi ako ang unang nag-text!
Rico texting me first can be deemed as a miraculous oasis in the midst of arid desert, or probably a white feather on the raven's. Pero tumigil rin ako nang napagtanto na wala pala akong numero niya kaya natural lang na siya ang unang magti-text. I slightly knock my head.
I save Rico's number first and I grin widely at the registered name. Siya naman nagsabi. Nanginig pa ang aking mga daliri noong nagtipa ng mensahe.
You:
Slr hehe
I was doing some stuff a while ago
Rico:
What's slr?
You:
Sensya late reply XD
Rico:
Oh! Sorry kung naistorbo kita.
I couldn't help but to bit my lip anxiously. Nonetheless, I force my trembling thumbs to respond.
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