Identifying Our Trope (Metanoia Series #1)

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Chapter 21

It's Friday and I'm currently opening the emails I got from those publishing companies. Ilang Linggo rin ang nakalipas at pinag-iisipan ko ang pagpa-publish ng isang libro dahil marami ring nagde-demand. Marami akong cinonsider at pinag-iisipan pa ulit kung self publish ba o traditional.

Next year pa ang release, estimated na yon. End of the year na rin kasi, ilang buwan na lang. Syempre kailangan ng maraming oras ang dapat kong ilaan doon.

In the end, I chose to traditionally publish. Masyadong matrabaho ang pag self publish. I asked my co-authors about picking a publisher. They both have the same publisher so I decided to choose that since it also has the best offer. There's a lot of things to do.

It's my childhood dream! The nine years old me who dreamt of having my books published into physical copies is so proud. Her dream came alive. It gave her hope. And now, I could say that I didn't disappoint her. Because I'm slowly getting there.

Just like what my dad used to say, 'one step at a time, Charlotte'.

Sa kalagitnaan ng pag-iisip ko ay naalala ko na hindi pa rin pala alam ni mama at ate ang pagsusulat ko. Alam ko na hindi pa kami maayos ni mama simula nung umalis kami sa restaurant kaya hindi ko pa alam kung paano sasabihin.

Kay ate na lang siguro muna. At kung may papasok man na pera sa card ko ay hindi naman na malalaman ni mama dahil ako ang nagha-handle non.

I could do those things without telling them but I know to myself that it would be better if they know.

My thoughts were interrupted once again when I heard the doorbell ring. I immediately got up from my swivel chair and headed to the living room to open the door.

When I opened the door I saw mi amor. Seeing him put a smile on my face.

I squeaked as I hung my arms to his nape, hugging him. "Gagi, na miss kita," I laughed when I removed my arms around him.

Nakangisi lang siya sa akin. Ilang araw rin kasi kaming di nagkita puro chats lang dahil busy siya. Sabi niya it's 'scholar things' raw kaya sobrang naiistress siya.

"How's mi love? Super stress?" I asked him while we were walking towards my room dahil nando'n ako.

Tumango siya at ngumuso na parang bata kaya natawa ako. "There, oh." I pointed to my bed, "Tulog ka na," sabi ko.

Ngumuso pa siya at sinimangutan ako, "Kaya nga ako pumunta dito para kasama kita tapos papatulugin mo lang ako?" pagrereklamo niya na parang bata.

"I'm busy," seryosong sabi ko.

Mas lalo siyang sumimangot at saka nagsalita, "No time for me?" he sounded so casual but his eyes were like begging.

"Meron, syempre," I hugged him once again, not letting go this time. "What do you want to do, love?" I questioned, looking at him directly into his eyes.