Where the Thunder Bows Its Head [BL] (Passion Series #1)

UNA

Where The Thunder Bows Its Head.

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, businesses, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or fictitious. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, and actual events are purely coincidental.

Note: This novel is about two homosexual protagonists. BL. M2M. Yaoi. BxB. Pambading. Pang-accla—whatever you call it. If it's making you uncomfortable or that it is disturbing for you, give yourself a favor and get out of the story now. Ganon lang ka-simple 'yon. Ktnxbye.

This story is written in Taglish.

UNA

[Adopt]

On the wall of St. Mary's Orphanage, tucked into a corner of the sleeping quarters, there's a bit of loose paneling right at the edge of one of the bunk beds. If you carefully shift the small cabinet resting nearby, which has likely been there for many years, you will find three different books hidden underneath it.

Kung iisipin, ako siguro ang pinakaunang nakakita at nakahanap sa tatlong librong iyon.
Mukhang hindi 'yon nagalaw nang mahabang panahon nang makita ko. Punong-puno ng alikabok, at kung minsan ay natatakot akong pakialaman dahil baka bigla na lang mapunit. That's how fragile and brittle the books have become over time. But those books are what kept me company. They made me feel less lonely inside this four-walled room in the sleeping quarters of the Catholic orphanage, where I was sent, and other orphans like me.

I don't have much skill in reading yet, so it takes me four weeks to finish a single book. Luma na ang mga libro, kaya marami rin ang mga salitang malalalim, kaya mas natatagalan pa ako. To be honest, I wish I were an even slower reader than I already am because I know I'll just go back to doing nothing once I finally finish all the books I've found.

"Konti pa at mababaliw na talaga ako sa sobrang bagot," bulong-bulong ko habang pinagmamasdan ang tatlong lumang libro sa kandungan ko.

It's another usual sunny day. The sun's rays pass through the old and dusty glass windows of the sleeping quarters, slowly creeping up to my cheek and allowing me to feel its warmth. Nilipat ko ulit ang tingin ko sa mga libro.

The books are ancient and very dilapidated due to neglect. I wouldn't be surprised if these books had been sitting in the same place underneath my bunk bed for a century. I wouldn't doubt it, since this building, where the orphanage was built, has been standing long before the Filipino-American War and the departure of the Spanish colonizers.

Ang rinig ko nga, isa 'to sa mga pinakamatatandang simbahan sa bansa. Ang tagal na rin. Sa dinami-dami ng dumaang mga kalamidad at digmaan, hindi pa rin nasisira ang simbahan. Nagtataka nga ako bakit ni minsan wala pang nagpaparamdam na multo rito, considering na sobrang jurassic na ng gusali.

Dumapo ulit ang mata ko sa mga libro.

The three books were unique from one another as if they were picked to ensure there was variety. One of them is a novel called Anne of Green Gables, and from what I saw, it seems to have been published over a hundred years ago. I finished reading it last month. At kung hindi nga naman ako pinaglalaruan ng kalawakan, talagang ang librong nahanap ko pa ay storya tungkol sa isa ring ulila.

The next book was probably the most recent one. It's a book about fashion, which is a little odd. I don't know how it found its way here. It was authored by a certain French fashion designer and published around the 1980s. Based on what I have read so far, it's the kind of book you would want to read if you wanted to study fashion. It starts with the basics, like the different types of fabrics, how to use a sewing machine, different types of design elements, etc.