Hello, Travis

Bye, Travis | Chapter 5

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The Chapter 5






I just want you to know who I am. . .






That was the last post it I received from Nolae. Guess what? She's my secret post it girl, too. Ang galing niya. Pano niya nagagawa ng madali ang mga nagitong pagtatago ng identity? I think I should ask her to teach me. *insert sarcasm*



I smirked after reading it, crumpled then throw it away.





I don't give a fvck anymore.






People noticed the change of my aura. I can't blame them. It was too obvious for me. The COLD Travis being COLDER than ever. I ignore everyone's presence, even Khris. He knew it all along. So was he part of this plan?



Just bullsh*t.







“T--Tr. . .”



I saw Rica but I gave her a cold stare. She stopped at the moment and looked down. I don't want to talk. I don't want any. I don't need them. What for? To let them play my life, once more?



“T!” I found her hands on my arms.



People around us gasps and started making commotions. What now?



“Pl--please, ma--makinig ka.”



I blankly stared at her for seconds.




Makinig?



Eh siya nakikinig ba siya sa sinasabi niya?



I don't want to hear excuses, explanation and alibis.



I don't want any of them.



I pulled my arms away from her.



Nagulat ako nung bigla siyang matumba.



I was stuck in the middle of deciding whether to help her to stand up or not.



“T. . .”



Then I heard sobs.



Just damnit.



“Stop the act Rica.” I said without giving a hint of any emotions. “You don't need to explain.”



I walked out.



Not wanting to look back.



Just great.



I'm letting another decision without thinking properly.



But was it my fault?



I was goddamn hurt!



But hell,



This is not what I planned.



I don't want this.









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Hindi ako pumasok. I've been skipping class since last week. I'm not in the mood of listening to my teacher's blabbers. I wan not in the mood of anything. I can't even feel myself for anything. I feel thrown up.



I swing myself trying to focus--nothing. Kahit anong gawin ko, my minds are full of thoughts that I can't even understand. Questions been bugging me at alam kong hindi ko 'yung masasagot. Kasi--wala talagang kasagutan. It's like answering the question, sino ang nauna, itlog o manok?



Crazy, right?



I sighed, letting out a warm air from my lips, informing anyone that I don't feel anything but pain. But this weird heartbeats ever failed me. I'm really happy to know the truth but this pain kills me.



Masaya ako na si Nolae 'yun.



Nabulag lang talaga ako.






“Nolae nolae hane.”



Huh?



Napatingin ako sa likod ko at nakita si Khris na may hawak na coffee sa magkabilang kamay niya. I stopped swinging and just looked at him while he sat on the other swing on my left.




“Skipping class again, huh?” He show off his known smirk and handed me the coffee, the one I used to buy at vendo machines. “So not T.”



I chose not to let a word out.



He can do the speaking.



“Nolae jungmalo nolaehago sipeo.” I just looked at him, confused. What's with repeating Nolae's name? Ine-alien niya ba ako? “Nolae nolae hane.”



I ignored him and smelled my coffee.



Pinagti-tripan lang niya ako.



“I said, Nolae really wants to sing.” He said with a smirk on his face. “Nolae sings.”



“Oh? Magaling naman talaga siyang kumanta ah.”



“Nolae nolaehago isupnida.”



“Pare, ano bang pro--”



“In tagalog, Nolae is singing.”



Ano bang sinasabi niya?




“Nolae nun sarangheyo..”



“Ano bang pinagsasabi mo, Khris?” inis kong sabi. Tumayo na ako at naglakad palayo. Gusto kong itapon 'yung hawak kong cup ng. . .





“You know what 'sarangheyo' means right?” Napatigil ako. Oo, korean word 'yung para sa. . . “It means I love or I love you.”



I tensed up.




Nolae nun sarangheyo?



Edi--



“I love Nolae.” Hindi ko alam kung bakit pero nabitawan ko 'yung cup.


Di ba may g--girlfriend siya?



Di--di ba magpinsan sila?



G-gusto niya si Nolae?




“I really love--”




I don't know why but I just found myself holding Khris' collar.



I looked at him with anger. . .



It just like something snapped out of me.



“Nolae nun sarangheyo.”



“What the fc--”



“It also means that I love songs.”



What?




Biglang tinanggal ni Khris ang kamay ko sa polo niya. I was dumbfounded.




“Wag mong sabihing magpapaka-slow ka?” He chuckled as I straighten up. I looked away, feeling embarrassed. “T, don't you think you're holding yourself back?”



Holding back?



“Well, it's actually okay if you ignore everyone because of this and that. But won't you consider the time you're wasting? Times running out.” He looked at me, seriously. I've never seen that look before.



Wait.



Nagpapagod ba si Khris?



Bakit ganun?



Hi-hindi ko napansin agad.




“I just hope for longer time.” He said while walking away. “You T, what do you hope for?”








“I--I don't know.” I stooped down and heard him chuckled.






Then a statement hit me again.




That Korean phrase.




Nolae nun sarangheyo.




I love. . .