Meeting the one

Chapter 4

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     please bear with my wrong grammatical
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Bruce rualez:
Okay. goodnight.

It's already wednesday and that's what his last chat for me. but why does I'm still thinking about  it!

i really hate him. bat ganun gusto natin silang mawala sa buhay natin pero sila parin iyong laging hinahanap hanap nang ating mga paningin at laging sumasagi sa ating mga isipan.

I'm here in school's soccer field again because we doesn't have a class at this present time.

Pinapanood ko lang yung papalubog na araw habang nakaupo sa isang mahabang upuan sa gilid lang nang soccer field.

Habang nanonood ng tahimik, when suddenly my phone beeped.

Implying a message from trisha because i texted her that we will go home together.

Trisha:
Uwian na namin. asan ka.?

Me:
Soccer field.

“anjan ka pa pala!” trisha exclaimed. a bit far from me.

She's running to me like her some long time friend. i smiled and welcome her a warm hug.

“musta pagiging stem student,?” i asked.

“okay lang naman. ikaw ang pagiging gas student. mahirap?”

“sakto lang.” i smiled.

We walked away to the school and walked together to go home.

She's just telling me so many stories about her usual days. and she never mentioned the mysterious guy again.

Because one day she talked about this one mysterious guy that she had met out of nowhere so…

We are just talking about our day all the time,

Until we got arrived in our own house.

Dumiretso na ako sa aking kuwarto at nagbihis pagkatapos ay lumabas na ako sa aking kuwarto at dumiretso na sa kusina para sa hapunan.

“hi anak, kumusta ang iyong pag aaral?” mama asked my day.

I see that she's eating with papa. as i kissed their cheeks i answered her questions.

“uhm ayos naman po.” sagot ko.

Papa cleared his throat, kaya napatingin kami sakanya, then he looked at me.

“i know it's too late to ask you regarding about your choice of course but…” he said firstly, but I'm pretty sure knows already what he will gonna asked.

“may i know why's teacher?”

I knew it.

I looked up to them and sigh heavily ready to explained my reasons. actually my passion for teaching is beyond explanations. i can't expand the way how i started to love teaching and my course in just a minutes, hour, or days because it will need a more years to explain it.

“i knew that already that both of you expected me to choose a course that are more similar to papa's field but…” i looked at them and they're very listening to me seriously.

”ever since when i started to grew, i learned to acknowledge that many kids out there in streets is being deprived of an education. and i realized that knowledge is more important than anything else nowadays, so i learned to gradually loves teaching a kids and as i grew older even if i denied it countless times. my passion for teaching is always dominating.” i explained. but i know it would never be enough for me to imply my extreme passion for teaching.