Forgotten Reminiscence

Prologue

ORION

“Masyadong mahal ni prof trabaho niya ‘no?” whispered my friend, Migo, who leaned closer to me.

“What?” I asked without looking at him because I am listening intently to the discussion.

Professor Jackman turned to us and saw Migo attempting to whisper something to me again.

“Yes I know you study business here, Mr. Drew. So mind sharing what’s your business there with Mr. Gord?” he said sternly.

I gave Migo’s shoulder a nudge and saw him gulp. “Uhm, S-sir,” he said nervously, “time,” he added quietly.

“What?” said Professor Jackman, still looking stern.

“Time na, Sir,” Migo managed to say it loud and clear.

Professor Jackman pursed his lips. “Bold of you to say that when you do not actually take my classes seriously,” he said, looking at Migo’s eyes directly.

Migo lowered his head and asked help from me but I didn’t bother to look at him.

“Tomorrow, we’ll have a quiz. A long one. Class dismissed,” the professor uttered and glared at Migo before exiting the room.

The moment he got out, the whole class celebrated and praised Migo for his heroic act, and the fool loved it very much.

“Dude,” his voice came near me, “tara kila Wyatt mamaya.”

“Pass,” I answered quickly.

“Bro don’t be such a spoilsport,” he said rolling his eyes. “Ganiyan ba ang kaibigan?”

“Don’t start, Migo,” I answered.

“Okay, I get it. It’s fine, yeah,” he said dramatically. “Sino ba naman ako para pagbigyan? Si—”

“Fuck, Migo. Fine, I’ll go, I’ll go,” I gave in because I know he won’t stop pestering me if I don’t say yes.

“Nice. 7:00 PM at Wyatt’s,” he said and made his way out of the room.

I made a clicking noise with my tongue and went out too. I took my keys out of my pocket as soon as I’m at the parking lot, sa labas na ng school ito pero malapit lang.

“Goodness gracious,” I exclaimed when I saw the flat tire of my car at the back. I took my phone out and called someone from our house to fetch me.

While waiting I stayed at a waiting area along the street. Moments later, a girl who’s struggling to carry three big luggages sat inches away from me. She was looking down, her short black hair was messy and she is wearing a big black hoodie.

Nakalipas ang ilang sandali, I heard her sob until it became a cry. I panicked, not knowing what to do.

Should I come to her?  I asked myself. Then eventually, I found myself giving her my handkerchief.

She raised her head a bit, not enough for me to see her face. I only saw her beautiful but miserably looking eyes. She hesitantly took my handkerchief and used it to wipe her tears and dry her sweaty face. She didn’t say anything and remained looking down so I went back to where I was moments ago.

I saw from my peripheral vision that she moved. She then stood and fixed her things.

“Thank you.” I got surprised upon hearing her voice, it was so angelic. “Orion. My star.” Then she left.

She know my name? How?

I didn't think about those questions again when I remembered her eyes and the last thing she said, My star. I smiled and got out of the waiting area and looked up and saw stars twinkling because it is now dark and wished to hear his angelic voice again and if lucky, see her face and meet her.

A reminiscence that shouldn’t be forgotten.