Sing For You [EDITING]

Sing for you XIII

NICE TO MEET YOU

Jongin's POV

This moment with you
If the time can be stopped
I want to be a star that protects you
Even in the invisible place

A star that floating in the daytime which protects you—

Mula sa study table kung saan ako busy na nagcocompose ng kanta, I read that part again. Hindi ko na alam kung paano na ito dugtungan. I read it once again baka sakali na may maidugtong ako. Naitulak ko ng mahina yung table dahil nafrustrate ako. How could I continue this thing?! Ni hindi ko nga rin alam kung bakit ako nagsusulat because in the first place, I refused them.

I grabbed the notebook and went to the library to look for my mom. And luckily, she was there, sitting, wearing her eyeglasses while holding a book. She must be reading. I closed the door without even making noise and called out,

"Ma."

She looked at me. "Kai,"

I smiled at her as I sat beside her. "Hi, Ma."

She chuckled before she closed the book. "Do you need anything?"

I pouted my lips and handed to her the notebook. Kinuha naman niya iyon.

"We have an output in Contemporary. Eh, I am one of those lates, kami na lang ang ginroup ni Mrs. Cortez. My groupmates explained to me what we are going to do and they choose me to be the composer." Kwento ko kay Mama. Before I could think, naramdaman ko na lang na may dumapo na mahinang impact sa ulo ko. "Ma!" I reacted.

"Nalate ka? What did you do during that time huh?" My mom blurted out.

Napakamot ako ng batok and down my head shyly. I don't know what to say. Kapag si Mama na ang kaharap ko, hindi ko kayang sabihin na gumawa na naman ako ng gulo, nag-cutting at ano pang kabugnutan ang ginagawa ko. Though, alam niya na ganun ako.

She sighed. "Anyway, ano ba 'tong sinusulat mo?" She asked before she read the lyrics, loudly.

"A lyrics, 'Ma." I answered. "Magpapatulong ako sayo. Hindi ko na alam kung paano na dugtungan."

I glanced at my mom. Her attention is now on the notebook. I don't know what's in her mind. Parang ang lalim na ng iniisip niya.

"'Ma?"

"Even if you cant see me," She stated out of the blue.

Napakunot-noo pa ako. She's now acting weird. "Ma?"

She turn her gaze to me and smiled. "Even if you can't see. Can't see me perfectly. 'Yun. 'Yun ang idugtong mo."

Binalik niya sakin ang notebook and told me na isulat na para hindi na makalimutan.

"Thanks, 'Ma."

She place her palm on my cheek. "You're always welcome, anak."

I felt her love. Always.

* * *

I wear my usual expression as I entered the school. Of course, every students avoids me. Dahil na rin siguro sa tumatak na pangalan ko sa kanila. The troublemaker guy, Kim Jongin.

This morning, I did not attend the three straight class. Nasa practice room ako and obviously, nagp-practice ng sayaw for the output. Lumabas lang ako nang mag-lunch break na. I head towards at the cafeteria. Alam ko kasi na nandun yung taong balak kong kausapin.

Holding the notebook as I roam my eyes around of the cafeteria. Boom! Ayun siya. Wala siyang kasama bukod sa pagkain na nasa harap niya. Nasa may dulo siya ng cafeteria. Lumapit ako sa kanya at malakas na inilapag ang notebook sa space ng table.