"Saan ka talaga galing kanina?" She asked while eating the chocolates.
"Sa bahay ko. Doon ko ginawa 'yung poem." I honestly answered. She nodded.
"The poem was well-written, are you a poem writer?" She asked out of the blue.
"I used to be when I was college. Dati lang 'yun, nawala lang interes ko dahil sa trabaho." Pahayag ko.
Mukhang na-entertain ko siya sa sinabi ko dahil patalbog siyang humarap ng pagkaka-upo sa'kin.
"What do you usually wrote before? About?" She asked and I can see how her eyes glimmers.
"Hmm" I squinted my eyes as if I'm trying to recall the past. "Kung anong makita ko. Usually about natures, animals, and my families."
She nodded. "Sinong inspirasyon mo noon sa pagsusulat?"
"Sino?" Agad kong react bago sinundan ng mahinang tawa. "Wala. Sarili ko siguro."
Hindi ko na halos makilala ang sarili ko. Never ever in my life I thought me to be a soft spoken person, or talking in a gentle way, plus I'm only showing it on one person.
Kilala ako sa publiko bilang humorous person, o minsan ay laging galit, tapos 'yung boses akala mo laging nanghahamon ng away.
"I wonder, if you met me early, will you wrote a poem about me?" She asked again.
I tap my lap, signaling her to sit there. Kaagad naman niyang nagets 'yung gusto ko so she did. She sit on my lap, legs are apart, and I can feel our burning thighs creating an unexplainable sensations.
I hold both of her waist to support her bago tumingala para makita siya.
"I can't answer that."
"Why?"
"Because I don't know. Who would know, right? Tsaka if the faith will cross our paths together back then, baka." Sagot ko. "Saang lupalop ka ba kasi ng mundo noon habang nasa kolehiyo ako?"
She faced me. "Sa puder ng abusado kong ama."
I was stopped by her answer, but she forced a smile, indirectly telling me that it's all fine now.
I was expecting her to answer she's in junior high school, iba naman ang nakuha kong sagot.
Punong-puno na ng tanong ang utak. What is Mr. Tafi's real attitude? Gaano kalala ang ugali niya?
Nakikita ko siya sa magazines related to business industrial, lagi naman siyang nakangiti at hindi mo talaga iisiping may tinatago siyang kabrutal'an– kung meron man.
"What are you thinking, Eli?"
Nabalik ako sa wisyo when I felt Eve's small hand caressing my jaw. I smiled at her before shaking my head.
Ayokong gumawa ng ikaka trigger niya. Base sa ina-aksyon niya ay alam kong may kinikimkim itong galit na hindi niya lang mailabas.
"Wala. Sayaw tayo?" Paga-aya ko dito.
Kumunot ang noo niya. "Dance? What dance?"
"Ball dance" Mabilis kong sagot.
I can sense her disapproval on that idea but I immediately stood up, hawak-hawak pa rin ang bewang niya. Mukha pa siyang nagulat sa biglang pagtayo ko dahil pinalupot niya ang binti sa bewang ko. I chuckled because of it.
"I don't know how to ball dance." Pag-amin neto.
I tap the tip of her nose after she stood up infront of me.
"I'll lead" Sabi ko.
I kinda know some basic steps of the dance. Bukod sa dalawang beses ako nakaranas ng prom, palagi rin kaming sinasayaw ni Mama noong elementary pa lang kami ni Elaina at kahit papano ay tanda ko pa rin naman.
