10 Tips to Mend a Broken Heart (Ongoing)

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1. Go through it, not around it.

Pain.

The first word that describes how you feel kung broken ka.

Lifeless, bitter, walang motivation. Yung mga ganon.

It's been one week since the truth was revealed pero heto pa rin ako. Nasasaktan pa rin.

Yung mahirap sa sitwasyon ko? Wala naman akong karapatang masaktan in the first place.

Walang kami eh. Muntikan lang.

As the saying goes, "Emotions make smart people stupid."

And I was ready to be stupid. Willing pa nga eh. Pathetic.

"Ms. President!"

I came back to my consciousness.

Ang ingay naman neto.

"Oh?" Tinignan ko yung mukha ng mokong. The SSG's Senate President.

"Ano kasi eh. Uhmm." Pa linga² siya ng tingin.

I smirked.

"Let me guess, wala na naman yung shirt?" I raised my right eyebrow.

He nodded.

"Tch. Be competent naman Vince. I've given you a month diba? Kung talagang ayaw nyang kaibigan mong i-print yung shirt natin then wag. Find another shop to do it. We need the shirt THIS WEEK." Hindi ko na naitago yung inis ko. How everything's bothering me tas dumadadag pa yung letcheng lovelife ko.

Haist. "Y-yes Ms. President."

I glared at him. "Natalie. Yan yung itawag mo sakin."

Yumuko siya tas tumango. Haist. The hard part of being a leader.
Di mo maiiwasang pagalitan yung mga delegates mo. Discipline and authoritative action is very important to accomplish order.

"Hey. Don't frown. Pinapagalitan lang kita para mag perform ka pa ng mas mabuti next time. You still have this week." I patted his back. Ngumiti naman siya in return.

"Yes, Natalie."

"Mauna na ako." I stood up then headed back to our room.

As usual, tuloy² pa rin yung klase hanggang sa dumating yung hapon. We were dismissed early by our prof kaya naisipan kong pumunta na dun sa room kung san gaganapin yung meeting namin for the foundation day.

I glanced at my wristwatch. 4:55 pm.

Nagsimula akong maglakad sa corridor ng biglang may nahagip yung mata ko.

I was passing by room 403 when I saw him. Hugging her behind the back, and the girl? Smiling. I could see how inlove she is with the guy.

Kung alam mo lang sana yung kalokohan ng bf mo. I flashed a weak smile tas patuloy lang ako sa paglalakad.

My fault though, I wasn't able to tell the girl the whole truth. I don't want her to get hurt. Like me, wala siyang ginawang kasalanan. Yung kaibahan lang namin, ako lang ngayon yung nasasaktan. Ayokong may iba pang madamay.

Then there I was. All alone in the room since wala pa yung ibang members.

*flashback*

"Ha. Ha. Ha" I was trying hard to catch my breath. Eh ikaw ba naman? Takbuhin mo kaya yung first floor hanggang tenth floor? And I'm not joking. Bawal gamitin ng senior high school students yung elevator kapag flag ceremony dahil sa sobrang dami namin.

Sinenyasan ko yung class president. I mouthed the words 'Late na ba ako?'

He shook his head sideways kaya pumunta na ako sa pila namin. I glanced at the stage and saw a group of boys na inaayos yung formation nila.

"Uyy, anong meron?" Sabi ko sabay kalabit kay Carren.

"Ah, yan ba? Hataw daw eh."

"What section?"

"ABM 2. Diba tayo yung in charge last week sa flag cem. Kaya sila na ngayon."

Ahh. Sila pala. Tumahimik nalang ako.

Tumugtog naman agad yung kantang 'Trumpets'. Tinignan ko muli yung mga guys. Nagsisimula ng mag hiyawan yung girls. Sa gitna ng formation was a guy wearing a blue shirt. Hmm. Medyo matangkad. Pogi naman. Taken na siguro to.

Nagsimula na silang sumayaw. Lalo pang naging wild yung mga girls. Each screams went wilder sa mga segundong dumadaan. But my eyes were locked on one guy.

Magaling siyang sumayaw. The best within the group to be exact. I assumed that he was also the choreographer. Anyways, natigil ako sa pagmumuni² dahil umingay yung katabi kong beki. Parang kinakatay na baboy. :3

"Oy bakla, pakihinaan nga. Ayokong mabingi ng maaga."

"Eh ang yummy na mga papa ko te! Lalo na yung nasa gitna oh?"

Ngumiti nalang ako tas pinalo ng mahina si bakla. "Bahala ka sa buhay mo."

And natapos yung presentation nila. The flag ceremony ended and we resumed our normal classes.
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"Hey, Nat." I heard a faint voice.

"Ngghh?" Fudge. Ang sakit ng ulo ko.

" Nat." He said while niyuyugyog yung balikat ko.

"Ano ba?" I glanced at him. Si Art pala.

"Okay ka lang ba?"

Yumuko ako.

Am I really okay?

"Okay lang ako. Wait-- how was the meeting? Fudge." Facepalm.

"Ssshh. When they came here nakatulog ka daw. So pinagpatuloy nalang nila yung meeting." He stated.

I stared at him for a moment. My mind went blank.

Tinapik niya yung balikat ko.
"Ano ng nangyari sa vice-governor ko? Nasaan na kaya yung makulit na yun?" He smiled. I smiled in return.

"Don't push yourself too hard, okay? Just because you're going through something doesn't mean na pwede mo ng pabayaan yung sarili mo. Malilintikan ka sa'ken."

Bahagya akong tumawa. Kahit kailan talaga.

I mouthed the word "Sorry"

Kumunot bigla yung noo niya.

"I'm sorry kung di ko pa kayang maging makulit ngayon , G. Pretending to be okay is hard. Being the SSG President. Mahirap. You have to look strong, strict and sturdy. Yung tipong parang impenetrable ka na. They have to see me like that to remind them na isa akong officer. And the issue's not helping."

He held my hand and slightly squeezed it.
"Chorale Governor mo lang ako. Though let me remind you. Tao ka lang, Nat. Babae to be exact. Nagmahal, nasaktan, nagbago. Naiintindihan kong ayaw mong ipakita sa kanila yung weak side mo, but that doesn't mean na sasarilihin mo nalang yung pain and problems mo."

"Don't be scared to let go of all your frustrations. Handling pain is normal. Ilabas mo lahat yan. I'm always here to help you."

Then a crazy idea bumped in my mind. I smirked.

"Always here to help me, huh?"

"Yup."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

The magic words.

"Tara!" In a split second , grabbed my bag and then his hand. Tas para kaming mga tangang tumakbo palabas ng building.