Thoughts of a Scared Liar

He's okay

Kanina habang namimili ako sa National Bookstore, nakasalubong ko yung ka-batchmate ni Daddy na nakilala ako kasi 2 years ago, nagkaroon sila ng reunion.

After n'ya akong kamustahin, he asked, "So how about your father? How is he?"

I answered, "He's okay."

If being a doctor / drunkard / gambler / not the good father is the basis of being fine, then my father is totally at his best condition.

After talking with my Daddy's kompadre, I immediately went back to school. Dumiretso ako kaagad sa student council office at nadatnan ang kwarto just the way I want it.

Walang ibang tao.

I started working with the unfinished papers. When I am done, I cleaned the room since it's messier than usual.

While I was sorting our file cabinet, the President entered the room.

We exchanged few pleasantries at pinagtuunan na rin ang kanya-kanya naming gawain.

Natapos akong maglinis at magpapaalam na sanang umuwi kay Jake- just to be polite, nang mapansin kong wala naman pala s'yang matinong ginagawa sa desk n'ya. He was holding plenty of papers but his eyes were glued in his battered Superman figurine. Nerd.

I cleared my throat and abruptly said, "Uwi na ako, Jake. Ingat ka na lang later when you go home."

Nagulat s'ya at nabitawan n'ya yung papers na hawak n'ya kaya nagkalat. Clumsy.

I was about to help him na pulutin yung mga papel pero pinigilan n'ya ako at sinabing mag ingat ako sa pag-uwi amd thank you for my work for the S.C today.

I'd like to raise an eyebrow but I stopped myself. So lugi pa s'ya na nag-offer ako ng help? So gusto na n'yang solohin 'tong office? Fine.

Lumabas na ako ng kwarto but before I completely closed the door, I saw him from my peripheral view wiping something on his cheeks.

I think he's okay.