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fake love ; seven - don't cry

"Hanjin! Hanjin! Saan ka pupunta?" Sabi ni Manager Kim, and I shook my head.

Umagang umaga ay aalis na ako dahil may kailangan akong puntahan. And I can only go there for today. I can't believe that today is that day again. Parang napakabilis ng panahon. Parang kailan lang ay unang beses kong nagpunta dito.

Nasa labas na ako ng bahay ko and was in front of the driver's side, pero biglang nagsisigaw si Manager Kim kaya ay naudlot ang pagsakay ko.

Nginitian ko naman siya, and looked down at what I was wearing. I was wearing a plain black dress that had three fourth sleeves, and stopped mid thigh. Nakasuot din ako ng black na pumps and may hawak na facemask at yung shades ko ay nakasabit sa dress ko.

Hindi niya pa rin nagegets.

"So, where are you going? Day off mo ngayon, ah? Bakit ka aalis?" Sabi ni Manager Kim, and I gave her a sad smile.

"It's that time of the year again, Manager Kim. Babalik din ako kaagad," sabi ko, and her eyes widened. Nalaman na niya siguro.

With one last smile, binuksan ko na yung door ng driver's side and started the engine. Tinignan ko naman ang reflection ko sa mirror, staring at my own eyes.

What would have happened if this day isn't as important as it was? What if normal lang tong araw na to? Hindi naman siguro masama kung kahit ngayon lang ay iiyak ako, right?

Paghinga ko ng malalim, I gripped the stirring wheel, and started driving towards the direction of the nearest flower shop. Bawat tao na nadaraanan ko ay mukhang mga masasaya, and I started to wonder. Bakit kaya may mga taong masasaya kapag tayo naman yung malungkot? Bakit kailangan na meron pang mga malulungkot?

May nadaanan naman akong flower shop, kaya ay tinigil ko sa harapan yung kotse na dala ko dahil sakto na nasa harapan yung mga flowers and may nagtitinda na. Hindi na ako bumaba pa sa kotse, and I just slid the window down.

"Ahjumma?" I called, and tumingin naman yung babae na may ari siguro nung flower shop.

"Ne?" Tanong niya, and lumapit sa akin.

"Can I have a bouquet of gladiolus?" I asked, and she smiled at me and nodded.

Pinanood ko naman siya habang kumukuha siya sa loob ng shop niya nung bouquet. She looked really happy as she gazed at the flowers inside her shop. Nang matapos na siya ay nilapitan niya ako, and then gave me the bouquet as I paid for them.

"Kamsahamnida, ahjumma," sabi ko, bowing at her, and she bowed back.

"Ne, kamsahamnida," she replied, and I waved, tapos ay itinaas na ulit ang window.

Agad naman akong nagpatuloy sa pagdadrive dahil ayaw kong mahuli sa pagdadrive ko at sa pupuntahan ko. Kapag nahuli ako, delikado na. Ayoko sana na may ibang makakakita sa akin, kaya naman ay binilisan ko na ang pagmamaneho.

Anong araw ba kasi ngayon? Today... well, today is Minhyun's death anniversary, and I always go to his grave alone. I go there to talk to him about my life, to talk to him about what happened throughout the years and how successful his band has become even after he was gone.

Bakit gladiolus? Because this flower means remembrance, and I wanted to remember him hanggang sa dulo. Hindi rin naman madali na makalimutan siya dahil sa mga nalalaman niya. Seriously, he is extraordinary. Napakatalented niya, sobrang bait niya, and he is a genius. Ang mysterious niya din, despite the attractive eye smiles.

Nagstop naman na ako sa pagdadrive nang makarating na ako sa kung saan nakalagay ang grave ni Minhyun. I turned off the engine, glanced at the flowers once last time, tapos ay kinuha na yun and locked the door.