Engfa's POV:
It's the festival day. Everyone is busy with each preparation for this special day. The village is decorated with colorful bandaritas. There are foods that are sold on the sides of the streets, and there are lots of people on the road. The village is just too busy today.
Also, the float that is going to go around the village later, where I will ride, is also decorated with colorful ornaments. The marching band that is going to accompany me is making their final rehearsals. I am also doing the final touching of my makeup and dress.
By the way, I'm wearing a long green gown with a low cleavage line. It is still wholesome but sexy and elegant at the same time. I love it because it's boosting my confidence too much. It fills like I'm the most gorgeous/handsome person in the whole village. 'I'm just kidding. It makes me shy now.'
The parade finally started, and all the people that we were passing by were just cheering me and all in the marching band with me. I can hear them showing my name in joy, and I'm glad that they appreciated me. I just smiled back at them, waving my hands and throwing flying kisses at them.
"P'Fa! Yey, p'Fa!" I heard someone screaming from the crowd. I know they're all cheering for me, but this one sound strange. It doesn't sound familiar, but it feels familiar. There is only one person who calls me that way.
"Nuu!" I murmured to myself as I searched where that voice was coming from the crowd. I just feel the longing of that person in my heart. I eagerly looked around the crowd and finally I saw her.
"P'Fa!" She is still creaming my name while jumping. Her hands were in front of her mouth to make her voice louder, and because of the crowd and the heat of the sun, it's not that easy to me to see her face. I narrowed my eyes, trying to recognize her, but when she noticed it. She just stopped screaming and walked away. I still followed her with my eyes, and I realized.
"She is the one in the function hall, the one sitting in the corner intently looking at me with a teary-eyed." I thought to myself when I recognized one of her friends.
"Charlotte! Is it you?"
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Englot (From a Distance!)
Short StoryCharlotte and Engfa grew up together in their small village until Engfa and her family moved to the Philippines when she was twelve years old. Would they be able to restore their friendships after twelve years of being away from each other?
