Along Siargao

9

“Hay Kuya . . ." I sighed. "Have you really moved on?”

10 years ago. Kuya had a vacation here in the Philippines. Para ligawan si Freilla. I was just 15 years old that time, I don't really know what happened to him and with that girl. All I saw was, he's hurt.

Now that I'm 25 years old, I understand how love affected him. Love makes you dumb and crazy. Kaya ako, I will never settle for less. If I love someone he should too.

“Parang uulan 'ata . . .” I murmured.

I'm on my way to the beach. Wala rin naman akong magagawa sa condo. Kung meron man, iyon ay ang kakain.

Kahit natatakot ako sa dagat, parang may kung anong bumubulong na masaya itong gawin. Mula noon ito na talaga ang nagpapasaya sa akin kaya kahit gano'n, this is my zone.

“Shit. Sana dinala ko nalang 'yung payong ko!” I grunted.

Umulan nga. Tatlong oras lang akong nagbabad sa tubig, hindi pa nga ako nakapag-vlog.

“Ulan lang 'yan. Saka, basa ka na rin naman eh.”

I heard someone talking beside me. I suddenly closed my eyes after seeing what I don't really wanted to see.

“Ikaw na naman!?”

“Ako ulit. Ako palagi,” he smiled and winked.