Back Then On That Day

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"Nurse , akin na yung medical records ni Stella Ababao." Tugon ko.

"Eto na po." Then she handed me the records.

"Nag-CT scan na ba kayo sa pasyente?" I asked still eyed on the records. Tumango naman yung nurse. "Deliver the printed records to my office later. Mag-lalunch break lang ako sandali." Bilin ko sa kanya. I felt my phone rang. Pagtingin ko sa caller ID, it's him.

"Oo na ! Pupunta na kasi! Stop calling and texting me like a jerk Tito!" then I ended the call. He's Mikee Soriano, yung panget kong Tito. Siya na yung nagpalaki at nagpaaral sakin since iniwan lang ako ng mga magulang ko sa ampunan.

I drove off to Daney's Café. Yes, sa café. The favor my uncle asked was to consult a person. He's having a group consultation ngayon so ako daw muna yung mag-kokonsulta sa taong yun. I don't know who he is. Pumarada ako sa parking lot at nag-retouch. Konting pulbos lang tsaka lipstick , nagsuklay ako syempre, and got off on the car. I don't know pero and bilis yata ng tibok ng puso ko. Pumasok na ako sa café and saw a man sitting by a window. Nakatalikod siya sa akin.

I walked malapit sa kinauupuan niya. "Ikaw ba yung kokonsultahin ni Mr. Soriano?" He stood up and showed himself. No... This can't be.

"Hi , yes it's me. Do you know him?" Ang lakas ng tibok ng puso ko. Bakit nandito siya? He's dead already! Oh my god am I talking to a dead person? I know its freakin' ridiculous. Kalma lang Janessen, just talk normal. Inhale. Exhale. Kaya mo to.

"Ahh...Eh... Y-yes." Sht why stutter Faith!? "A-ako daw muna mag-kokonsult ng-ngayon sayo. H-he's busy for some other things." I tried my best not to stutter but, ghad I'm trembling.

"Miss, okay ka lang?" he held me. Ghad my legs are getting weaker. "Wait , umupo ka muna. Waiter! Please get me a glass of water, please hurry." He spoke again, "Hey, okay ka lang?" his eyes filled with worry. Am I not dreaming? Is this really him?

The waiter arrived and gave me the glass of water , and he still held my hand. Ininom ko naman yung tubig and I felt better. Pero my emotions, masaya na shocked na galit na curious na naiiyak! God I think I'm going crazy.

"Are you feeling better now?" tumango naman ako sa tanong niya. I want to caress his face pero di ko magawa. I want to hug him pero sabi ng isip ko wag. I want to ask if anong ginagawa niya this past few years pero ayaw ng labi kong magtanong.

"Let's just skip this consultation. Ako yung may sakit pero yun doctor ko meron din. Let's exchange numbers, tawagan mo ako pag pwede ka na." inalalayan niya akong tumayo and gaya ng sabi niya, we exchanged numbers. Siya yung unang umalis and I was left dumbfounded. The memories, that tragic happening, it flashes back on my mind, for the hundredth time.
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Kasalukuyan akong naglalakad nagyon sa bakuran namin. I brought a sketchbook , a pencil , a pastel and a small paintbrush. Umupo ako sa bench. Minamasdan ko yung mga bulaklak at halaman sa paligid then I started to draw. I love art and music. Palagi lang akong nagdodrowing basta free time. May music room din ako sa bahay , there you can find hundreds of different instruments. Sa kwarto ko rin maraming klase ng paintbrushes, colors , sketchbooks at iba pang art materials. That is my world.

"Ayan, natapos ko rin." I smiled widely. I drew a flower which has a butterfly on top of it. Yung background , flowers din siya pero katulad nung sa mga camera edits, I made it blurry.
"Ang ganda naman ng drawing mo. Patingin nga!" may isang lalaki na kinuha yung sketchbook ko.

"Hoy! Akin na yan, at sino ka ba? Bakit ka ba nakapasok dito sa mansion ha?" Di niya pa rin binibigay sa halip ginawa niya itong pabitin. Aish! Pilit ko namang kinukuha yung sketchbook ko at sa kasamaang palad, natapon ito sa pool ng mansion. Andwaaee! (No!)
Tumakbo si Mr. Sketchbook Destroyer upang saluhin yung sketchbook ko pero nabigo siya.