Broken Vessel (AMOG Series #1)

Kabanata 30

Kabanata 30

Peace

Mommy is getting more distant from me. After the day of my graduation, two days pa bago siya umuwi. I thought we could talk about it, but then I was shocked when she went directly to her room and never came out till the day. I don't know what really happened between us. I am very certain that Mommy and I are okay! We are okay, of course. We don't have any issues towards each other!

I don't like to think about it. Hindi ko na mapigilan ang sarili na isipin ang possible nangyari. It is about the rumors that Juana keeps on telling me? It talks about my father's mistress and mommy being a mistress. But why would my mother do that? I know Mommy! She has dignity and never lets herself be in a low class. She is not cheap just to become a chick of someone else's husband!

The more days we are like that, the messier my mind is. It's our vacation already, but it seems very normal, and I couldn't feel relaxed. Even if Amare and I still see each other, I couldn't make my mind think about the problem I got from home.

“Are you listening, Adri?” Amare asked in the middle of my unconscious state.

Nakataas ang aking kilay at nakaawang ang laying tumingin sa kaniya. I looked so clueless. He slowly smiled and chuckled a bit. I closed my mouth when I realized something. Bakit siya natatawa?

“You are very cute, Adri,” he says. Then he held my hands. Caressing it gently. “Are you okay? I can feel your unconsciousness here.”

Kinunot ko ang aking noo. I can feel the heat on my face. Nilabanan ko iyon. He wet his lips while looking at my hands before pressing them together and then looking up in my eyes.

“I'm okay!” Kinuha ang kamay ko sa kamay niya at hinawakan ang aking journal. Tumingin ako doon at bago nag aangat ng tingin sa kaniya.

He is still smiling. The way he smiled something lifted me up. Giving me peace. Providing me joy. Wrapping out my sadness. Just like how I feel whenever I read about Jesus.

I continuously stared at him; he stared at me back. Dumaloy ang aking malikot na mata patungo sa kaniyang labi. There! I can feel the softness of his lips, the pinkish hue melting like ice cream on the warm day. Ngayon ko lang napagtanto na may maliit siya na dimples sa kaliwang pisngi niya.

“Are you falling already, Adri?” He asked.

Mas lalong kumunot ang aking noo. Why do I feel so confident in his soft and warm voice? Imbes na magalit ako o mairita sa kaniya. Bahagya lang akong natatawa at umiwas sa kaniyang tingin.

“Hindi noh! Feeling mo talaga, Amare…” Lokong lalaki nagawa pa na mag-biro sa akin.

He smirked more.

“Hindi naman ako magagalit. Matutuwa pa nga,” he laughed.

Bahagya ang paglingon ko sa kaniya. Nakita ko sa kaniyang mukha ang pang aasar. Mariin akong tumitig sa mga pumupungay niyang mata.

“Hindi ako nagkakagusto sa kaibigan, Amare,” madiin pero totoo iyon.

“Ayaw ko rin pero hindi ko mapigilan na mahulog sayo, Adri.”

Why can't I feel any butterflies in my stomach? Hindi pareho kay Obed na kung mag aasar kami para akong lumilipad sa langit at may mga paru-paru akong nararamdaman sa aking tiyan. Why is this one different? I feel something else... 

Yes, because I don't like Amare. I don't like him romantically. He is just my friend. Maybe because I don't feel anything because he is only my friend.