Born For You

Fifteenth

"Grabe yung laro kanina sa NBA no? Grabe dude. Di ka ba nanood?" Kristof asked.

"Onga. Bakit di ka nanood? Heat pa naman yung naglalaro kanina. Swabe mga moves nila." Mikko added.

"Dude, is there any problem? Di ka namin makausap kanina pa." Kristof said.

"Onga bro. What happened?" Mikko asked.

"BULLSHIT!" I shouted then walked out.

Ayaw kong ibuhos sa kanila yung pagka-badtrip ko baka di ko sila matantya makulit pa naman yung mga yun.

Sumakay ako sa kotse ko. Di ko alam kung saan ako pupunta. Ang alam ko lang, kailangan kong mailabas tong galit ko. Bullshit siya! She's an asshole, crank at lahat na ng pangit na ugali. Bwisit!

*Ting*

It was a text message.

Kristof: Dude saan ka? Are you okay?

Sineen ko lang. Badtrip talaga ee.

I'm on my way to Tagaytay. Pupunta ako sa resthouse namin doon.

I'm busy driving when my phone rang again.

"Fuck it." I self-talked.

It was a text message from Mikko.

Mikko: Dude, where are you? Nag aalala na kami ni Kris dito.

Sineen ko parin sila. Wala ako sa mood okay? Masungit na kung masungit.

After a long way, I finally arrived. I'm now home. My true home.

Agad akong umakyat sa taas ng kwarto ko para magpahinga. I guess I just need to sleep.

Wala paring iniba si Manag Aira dito bago siya umalis. Si manang Aira yung kasambahay namin mula pa noong maliit kami.

Ang himbing na ng pagkatulog ko ng may naalala ako. Oo nga. Yung playroom sa taas.

Umakyat ako sa third floor ng bahay saka binuksan ang Playroom. Good thing dala ko yung duplicate keys ng bahay namin.

The playroom. Dito kami madalas maglaro ni Juju. I remember when we solve puzzles together at Power Rangers pa yung puzzle. We also play the drumset here. We also play hide and seek at lagi ko siyang mahahanap sa Color Orange na Storage box. Meron ding Saxophone dito na lagi naming tinutugtog kahit hindi namin alam yung kantang kinakanta namin. Muntik pa naming masira yun. The books na laging binabasa saamin ni Manang Aira. Pinaka favorite namin yung The Three Little Pigs. Minsan pa nga dinudugtungan na namin yung story. This place has been full of memories. Minsan pa nga nasugatan siya and she wants me to kiss her wound para daw gagaling siya. She even lets me hug her until we both fall asleep at madalas dito na kami inaabutan ng umaga.

Di naman kasi ganun ka strict ang parents ni Juju. Dad and Juju's dad are best of friends nung highschool kaya malaya kaming nagkakilala ni Juju. Ako yung pinaka close niya kasi medyo matanda na sa kanya si Gab and maybe ako lang kasi pasok sa Age bracket niya.

I was stutered when my phone rang. It was a call coming from dad.

"Moses where are you? I need you to go the office now. I asked your two moron friends and they said they don't know where are you. You still have papers to sign and I will ask somethint." He said. I didn't answer.

I closed the door and hurried walking down the stairs. I'm sure galit si dad sa tono palang ng boses niya.

Nag drive ako pabalik sa Manila. Reality again. No more remembering, no peace and quiet atmosphere.