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Ara
"Ara, palo!" Sigaw ni Kim na siyang setter. Ngunit 'di ko napalo at kusang bumaba sa flooring court.
It was a whole week of exhausting practice. I was tired, committed playing and to my course.
"Receive muna kayo," sigaw ni Coach De Jesus sa lahat. He was vocal since he's training us.
Walang humpay na paghagis ng bola papunta sa kung kanino. Ganito 'pag nag-eexpect ka, hindi mo alam kung ano ang resulta. Pero kung handa ka, maganda ang resulta. Pero kapag hindi, you need to try harder.
"Ngayon, mga wing spiker naman ang papalo." He was loudly speaking to us with a calm mode.
"Ara," tawag sa'kin ni coach. He was staring at me head to toe, "are you sick?"
"No, coach." Sagot ko.
Physically not. But mentally was.
Gugol na'ko sa pagtapos ng activity. Ngayon naman hati ang oras sa pagpalo ng bola at paghanda sa darating pang hagis.
"Then, get some energy." He's boosting our system. Whoever gave birth to coach, he was the one who's perfectly suitable for being a coach.
I nodded to him. Sa susunod kasi iniiwan dapat ang problema, at hindi sa court dinadala.
I reminded myself to stop overthinking. My sweat just brought me to stop playing and sat down in bench.
Mika came. Middle blocker kasi siya kaya mamaya pa 'yong training niya.
"Is it because of your failing grades?" She opened the one that I don't needed to talk about.
"Malapit na akong matanggal sa team," I shyly turn my head down.
"Pursue course you really want," she taps my shoulder.
"But, this wasn't my parents want." I'm starting to cry and begin to sobs.
"Pero sana, huwag mong ipakitang failure ka. You need to pass it. I will help you." She offers me help for many times but not this.
She wasn't involve. Ayokong makitang magtapos dahil lamang sa tulong ng ibang tao at gusto kong patunayan sa sarili ko na kinakaya ko.
Kaya ko ba? I stopped for a minute when Coach Ramil came.
"Mika," he called her. "Yes coach?" She looked at him.
"Play niyo na." Ngumuso siya at pumito sa mga assitting coaches.
Pumwesto siya sa kanan ko at inakbayan, "napapansin ko na 'yan," paninimula niya.
I looked to him with my teary eyes.
"But don't stop." Tinapik tapik niya 'ko.
"I've been reminding myself not to." Sagot ko kay coach.
"I've been also there, looking for some reasons to continue this... pero alam mo kung ano ang nagpatuloy sa'kin para marating ko 'tong profession as a coach?" The audacity in his voice making me feel little. But, somehow he was giving me an advice that I might bring until the rest of this.
Or, will I continue?
"Ano po?"
He adjusted his white shirt, nakapatong ang kamay niya sa mga tuhod at para siyang nagbibigay ng instruction sa games.
"Hindi pa kilala ang Lady Archers before, nagawa kong magskip ng training dahil kinakabahan ako na baka dumating ang panahon na talagang hindi na'ko kailanganin ng team. But it suddenly changed when I'm invited to watch Palarong Pambasa yearly and that was started at year 2007."
