Sing For You [EDITING]

Sing for you VII

TWO FACE

Lorraine's POV

What is he doing here?

I avoided my gaze and try to look at the music paper. I just stared it. I don't even reading it. Yung attention ko talaga ay nasa kanya. God. Mahahalata ba niya? Alam ba niya? Shocks. Compose yourself, Lory. If you will act like that 'til the end, talagang mahahalata ka.

I took a deep breath to relaxed myself. Kahit papano nawala yung kaba ko.

"Uhm... Hi. You're the one who will play the grand piano right?" He said. I never expect that he will approach me. Because in the first place, he's Park Chanyeol. The arrogant Park Chanyeol I met in the roof top last Friday. But seeing him like this, parang may sumanib na mabuting anghel sa kanya.

Relax, Lory. Relax.

I flashed a small smile on my lips. "Ah, I am, yes." Now, what?

Napakamot siya sa batok niya before he extend his right hand. "By the way, I'm Chanyeol. Park Chanyeol."

Accept or nah? Accept or nah? Kung accept, malalaman niya kung gaano kalamig ang palad ko ngayon. Kung nah, ako lang ang magmumukhang snob. Snap out of it, Lory! Its just a handshake for Pete's sake!

Pigil hininga, I accept his handshake offer. "And I'm Hera."

"Hera...?"

Napaamang ako. "What?"

He smiled. Shocks. Ngumingiti pala ang isang Park Chanyeol. I thought, he was just–nah!

"Hera is your name, yes. And what's your surname?"

Hindi ko alam kung anong papasok sa utak ko. I don't know what to think, how to answer his question. Oh my god. Surname lang ang tanong niya, pero ang hirap sagutin.

"I told you mine so let me know yours."

Jung. Jung is my surname. But no, if I will tell him my surname, lahat ng itinago ko, yung pagkataong ilang taon kong tinatago, mabalewala lang lahat.

"Hera..."

Before I could speak, one of the wedding organizer gave us a signal na mag-sstart na ang wedding. Save by the organizer.

Pinagpagan ko muna yung laylayan ng dress ko kahit alam kong wala naman dumi bago ako lumapit sa grand piano. The organizer signal us to start. Nasa may harap ng piano naman si err–Chanyeol, he's now holding a mic.

He gave me glance and smile a bit. I just nod my head to him. As I heard the church door's opened and I starts to play the grand piano.

Chanyeol starts humming and when the ceremony finally began, he sings the first part of the song. Habang pini-play ko ang piano, I can't help not to catch my breath because of his voice. Like, shocks! Ang ganda ng boses niya.

♪Tell me that we belong together

Dress it up with the trappings of love

I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips

Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.♪

Hindi ko na lang namalayan na nakangiti ako na nag-ppiano habang nakatitig sa teclado nito.

'I'll be better when I'm older

I'll be the greatest fan of your life.'

Akalain mong ang isang Park Chanyeol, marunong kumanta. Akala ko, isa lang siyang batugan at laging bagsak sa History.

Nilipat ko ang mga mata ko sa dalawang tao na nasa harap ng aisle. They already exchanging their vows. I glance at him secretly, pinapanood din niya ang kinakasal. Ano nga kaya ang ginagawa niya rito? Well, obviously, kumanta. But why here? Why him? I mean, he is the owner's son of East Sun Academy, so you must expect na mayaman siya. An arrogant rich kid. He doesn't need to take a sideline like this. Like mine. His father can fulfill his needs. Aish! Wag na nga akong mag-isip ng ganito. Sasakit lang ang ulo ko. It's not my problem kung bakit siya nandito, but I can't avert not to feel curious.

After the wedding ceremony, ofcourse, lahat ng guests na dumalo sa kasal and the newlyweds will head to the venue. Habang kami namang naiwan dito sa simbahan–organizers,­ other musicians and etc–nag-ayos na kami ng mga gamit.

"Ms. Hera and Mr. Park, you did a great job." Ngiti ng organizer saming dalawa. Inabot nito samin ang dalawang puting sobre and we both accept it. Sabay din namin pinasalamatan yung organizer.

"You can go now, Miss and Mister. Kami na ang bahala rito." the organizer said politely.

One last smile before I leave them. Pumunta naman ako sa may labas ng simbahan kung saan may isang bench doon at naroon ang bagpack ko na may lamang ilang gamit. Isinilid ko naman doon yung hawak kong sobre. Thank you at may maibabayad na ako sa landlady kong masungit.

Isinakbit ko ang isang strap ng bag ko and ready to sibat na sana ako when suddenly, someone called my name.

Napalingon naman ako sa kanya. And there's Chanyeol. Why did he called me? May kailangan siya?

Huminto siya sa harap ko while panting.

"Y-Yes?" was all I could say.

"A-Ano..." parang hindi pa niya alam kung ano ang sasabihin. He look at me, straight.

Naweirduhan ako nang magbuga siya ng hangin. "Ano yun?" I asked.

He sighed again. "Honestly, I don't know. I don't know why suddenly I called you."

Napatanga ako sa sinabi niya. Bigla naman akong nakaramdam ng ilang. Seriously? Hindi niya alam?

Tumawa ako ng pilit. To ease awkward feeling. "Okay. Nice meeting you na lang. I have to go." Tumalikod na ako at binura ko agad yung pekeng ngiti ko. Boset. Ano yun?

Hindi siya si Park Chanyeol, swear.

* * *

I am walking at the corridor. Pupunta ako ng locker room to change my books. Kinuha ko ang susi ng locker ko sa may pocket ng jeans ko. I opened my locker. Napatitig na lang ako sa laman nito nang di ko namamalayan.

Almost one week na rin since that job happened. But, his words. Yes, his words are still fresh. Is he even serious?— ay teka, ba't ba iniisip ko 'to? Kung seryoso siya o hindi, hindi na dapat ako nag-iisip ng ganito. Saka, that will be the first and lastbna pagkikita namin. Na nakilala niya si Hera.

"Honestly, I don't know..." it echoed and that made me back to reality.

I sighed and change my books. Sinara ko na ang locker ko. Tinago ko yung susi sa pocket ko at lalabas na ako ng locker room nang may mabunggo ako.

"Aray!" Napahawak ako sa noo kong nasaktan dahil sa impact. Ano yung nabunggo ko? Pader?

"Uso rin kasing 'wag magpakatanga." A familiar baritone voice said.

Mabilis na napatingin ako sa kanya.

"Hey, Nerd. Meet me at the rooftop. Five pm, sharp." masungit na saad niya before he left me.

May multi-personality disorder ata yun e. Ang sungit. Psh.