Temporary (Amorist Series #2)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"Kilala mo ba 'yung may-ari ng puting kotse sa labas? Kanina pa 'yan, parang may hinihintay."

"Ninong sa kaibigan ko 'yan!" Sigaw ko mula sa kwarto at nagmamadaling nagsuklay.

Kumatok si ninong at sumilip. "May kaibigan ka na?"

"Opo. . ." siya mismo ang kumuha ng bag ko at naunang lumabas. "Ano po'ng gagawin mo?"

"Gusto kong makita!"

Natawa ako. Halatang natutuwa siya para sa 'kin. Kinalaunan inabot niya ang baon ko sa mismong harapan ng kotse ni Eira.

"Bakit ayaw lumabas?" Pasimple siyang tumitingin sa tinted na salamin.

"Ma-le-late na po kami e,"

Pagpasok ko sa back seat agad na ngumiti si Eira. She then started the engine. Panay ang kaway ni ninong hanggang sa tuluyan kaming makalayo.

"Pasensya na, ha? Nag-advance reading kasi ako kagabi, may quiz daw ngayon e."

"Was that your ninong?"

"Oo, gusto ka nga niya makita e."

"You should've told me I would love to meet him!" Her eyes widened as she turned to me. I can't help but laugh.

Mag-a-ala-siete na ng umaga, hindi na pwedeng bumalik pa kami sa shop. Ang morning class kasi namin 7:30 for three days straight.

"Next time na lang. . . hindi naman ako masyadong matagal 'di ba?"

"Not really," I know nainip siya kakahintay. 

It may not be a big deal to some, but why do people tend to lie even about small things?

"Pasensya na talaga Eira. . . maaga naman talaga akong nagigising kaso—"

"Your ninong must be happy," our gazes met through the mirror. "You already have us."

Ngumiti ako. "Hmm, ako rin."

Alam ni Eira ang kwento ng buhay ko kasi tuwing wala si Belle at kami lang ang nasa kotse niya, I always find myself opening up to her. Hindi kasi ako nakakaramdam ng panghuhusga mula sa kaniya.

"Sasabay ba sa' tin si Belle ngayon?" Kasi kung hindi lilipat na lang ako sa passenger seat.

"Yes?"

Pero medyo takot talaga akong umupo sa harapan dahil sa napanood kong palabas dati.

"Sound trip tayo?"

She owns this car, but each time we're here, she'll always be considerate and never stop checking up on us—just like asking how we feel or how we're doing. Is this what friends usually do? Now I'm overthinking every little thing she does. 

Geez! Just when am I going to stop?

"Kung ano trip mo,"

"Huwag na lang. . . magbasa ka na ng book."

"Bakit?" Nagtaka ako.

"I can't read people's mind but I can tell that you have a lot of thoughts running inside your head."

"Maybe it's because I'm transparent." I shrugged.

"Jin, why does it seems like you're not really into social gatherings or whatever?"

It's not that I'm not into those things. . . I actually love hanging out, but I feel uneasy each time I have social interactions with strangers. I'm not comfortable, but I love to—that's weird, right? Yeah, maybe I'm also weird. Para kasing nauubos ang energy ko. But when I'm with them, I don't need to use any of my social battery.