Sinagot ni Nica ang tawag ng tumunog ang phone niya.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Hello?"
Silence...
"Hello?!"
Silence......
Tut... Tut... Tut...
Lumipas ang ilang sandali bago tumunog ulit ang phone niya.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Hello?"
Silence...
"Hello?"
"Hello?"
"Kung sino man po kayo na ayaw magsalita. Huwag na lang po kayo tatawag ulit." Sabi ni Nica sabay baba ng tawag.
"Sino yun Nics?" Tanong ni Joice.
Kasalukuyang silang naglalakad pauwi galing school.
"Ewan ko Poo. Ito din yung number na na-missed ko ang call nung isang gabi."
"Uuuuy baka suitor mo yan. Hindi ka lang nagsasabi." Ngiting sabi ni Joice.
"Suitor ka dyan Poo. Paano na lang kapag kidnapper to o may masamang balak?"
"Agad agad Nics?"
"Ang creepy kaya. Tumatawag hindi naman nagsasalita."
"Baka naman kakilala mo yan."
Bigla ang paglingon niya kay Joice.
"No!" Anang isip niya. No one has ever contacted her. She never gave her number to anyone except Joice. Only Joice knew her number and she even put skin as the contact name in Joice's phone. The opposite of her name.
Natatakot siya. Natatakot siya na baka may nakakaalam na kung saan siya.
It can't be. She still have one more year to finish her study before anyone of her family might find her.
"Oh namutla ka dyan Nics. Ako lang may number mo. Baka napagtrip ka lang Nics." Sabi ni Joice nang maalala.
Nica does not talk anymore on their way to boarding house. She was bothered by the call.
"Anyari dun tanga?" Tanong ni Nette kay Joice nang makitang nag deretso sa comfort room si Nica.
"Baka najejebs tanga." Sarcastic na sagot ni Joice.
"Anong najejebs?" Tanong ni Nette.
"Natatae. Tanga."
"Ah. San mo naman nakuha ang language na yan tanga?"
"Alien language tanga."
BINABASA MO ANG
Finding Ways
General FictionShe is left behind. Broken and fragile. He is chasing his first love. Determined and hopeful. Different life experience met in a story. Each torn between first love and true love.
