Is it Fair? (GirlxGirl)

Promise Rings...

"Ok say it again Ma-hal-ki-ta."

I slowly copied Steffie's lips on saying every two letters coming from her mouth. She is trying to teach me how to speak their language which is Tagalog. And damn, it's so hard! I can't help it but to bit my tongue every time I got it wrong.

"You speak so soft kasi!" She said giving emphasis in her last word.

"Kasi!" I mocked her while laughing. "What does it means?" I asked. That was the easiest one i heard from her.

"Alam mo?! Nakakainis ka. Your mom is a Filipino, she knows how to speak Tagalog but you. A half Pinay girl does not know how to speak Tagalog. Really Kelsey?" Steffie says scratching the back of her head.

I pouted my lips because of her irritation. "Ok then. I won't ask you to teach me how to speak Tagalog again."

"And why's that?" The girl asked giving me her confused look.

"Because I am pissing you off!" I replied looking away from her gazes. She's a bad temper, and i almost forgot about that.

"No you are not."-Steffie

"Of course I am not." I said sarcastically. I lean my head on her shoulders as I cried fakely, "my girlfriend is mad at me now..."

Steffie put down her English-Tagalog dictionary at the grass and wrap her right arm at my back. She kissed me at the top of my head making me hugged her tightly around her waist. I pressed my face under her armpit and smelled her scent.

"I am not mad. Im sorry, it's just... I don't know why you can't speak Tagalog and why you don't understand it. There are some reasons for you to know about it naman eh, firstly your mom is a Filipina, secondly you visited Philippines two times already." -Steffie

I think for a good response before looking up at her. We looked at each other for a long time. "Fine, my mom is a Filipina but that doens't mean I am too. I am half of it. She did not teach me how to speak Tagalog, she was not talking Tagalog in our house too."

"Are you..?"-Steffie

I rolled my eyes on her and looked away in our long stares at each other. "Yes! And I visited Philippines when I was 4 and 8. So do you think I still can remember my first experience in there?" I asked her.

I don't know why I was not interested about Philippines back then. My mom was always telling me stories about their country but of course as a kid I did not really care. She did not teach me how to speak Tagalog, because I told her not to. I don't understand their language because my mom wasn't speaking Tagalog at home.

So as far as I can remember learning about Philippines did not interests me. And I can still remember my words when I was a kid. Why should I know about it? I am not in there. This is my life and my world, not somewhere else. I said that in a duh tone to my Portuguese friends. That's why some of them hated me, they said Im not loyal to where i came from.

It was funny that I mocked them my mom came there NOT ME, so stop bullying the heck out of me! Stupid! I know kids shouldn't know those words... But oh well! That was me, everybody says when i grow up, i will be tough and fierce. Which is right.

"Ma-hal-ki-ta." I tried to read the book by myself.

"Oh gosh baby! That sounds so amazing." She said. I can hear how proud she is, which is weird.

"What does it mean?" I asked her.

Her smile slowly faded from her lips as it turned to frown. She even scratch the back of her head.