Rico:
Hello.
Okay lang ba kung bukas tayo mag-practice?
Freesia?
TUE 8:37 PM
Rico:
I'd like to hear your suggestions though.
Freesia?
Are you asleep already?
Sleep tight, then.
Sweet dreams!
TUE 9:14 PM
Rico:
Good morning, Freesia!
Can we move it til tomorrow afternoon?
I realized that we don't have a place to practice at. XD
Is my emoticon correct?
WED 7:25 AM
Rico:
Can't contact you.
Freesia, please respond.
Don't forget to eat your lunch.
WED 11:04 PM
I bit my lip in frustration as I read the series of Rico's text on my phone. Was I too occupied with something I wrongly thought of that I forgot about our agreement? Was I too neglectful?
May ilang missed calls pa sa notification toggle. Mabuti na lang kanina pagkatapos ng break time ay pinahiram ako ni Michael ng charger. They always bring one in the reason of making sense on the miscellaneous fees that we are forced to pay every month. After having five percent, I instantly powered my phone on to be greeted my Rico's ample texts.
I want to apologize but I cannot think of the best way how. Should I write an apology letter? Should I make a cheesy post on social media? Should I just send a long text for him to know how deeply sorry I am? Kailangan ko na rin bang magpaka-sad girl? O kaya mag-uwu?
Shuta naman, oh!
Should I just go to him at the school's entrance and say it personally?
Napabuga ako ng hangin. Wow, it's really hard to be the one at fault, not only because of thinking how I should settle it nicely with him again nor I was swallowed by guilt, but also about admitting that I was the wrong one. That I was the one at fault.
After contemplating, I decided to go talk to him personally. Maaga ulit kaming nag-dismiss. Pababa na sana ako sa ground floor nang madatnan si Rico na nakaupo sa isang baitang ng hagdanan. He is holding piles of paper on his left hand. Perhaps, his reviewer? While on his left hand, a Rubik's cube that is almost fixed by his constantly moving fingers. Snapping here and there. Turning either in vertical or horizontal direction. Column and rows until the same colors match.
I halted after drawing close to him. Dahan-dahan akong naupo sa tabi niya, nananatili ang disenteng distansiya. Nakapikit lang siya habang nasandal sa railings na parang nagme-memorize.
I purse my lips. Why does he seem at ease? He looks so peaceful that even the wired hesitations I felt have calmed down. The havoc, the ruckus, the madness, they are all gone with just this simple view of him. After all those wind up times of being with him, I am still amazed by how he could make me feel things, no matter how fleeting or immanent they are, that I have never experienced even in my own home for a long time.
May mga dumaan sa gitna namin. Ang iba ay maiingay. Rico's eyelids move a bit. Kinunot ko ang noo nang iminulat na niya ang mga matang mas lalong naningkit. His pupils dilute. An unexpected look projects on his face. Yet, it was shortlived. Cold gaze is thrown at me again by his hawkish eyes
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