Simula
Its a long and tiring day. But it seems like that our parents haven't tired at all. Its their 25th wedding anniversary and the party was just ended 3'oclock in the morning.
I wacthed them as my father offered a dance to my mom. I can't believe that the Mighty Elliuterio Voschtech the Third can be this mushy. Mom is really something to turned him as a one woman man.
With one last look I left them as if they are dancing with the beating of their hearts, not at the music.
Hay. ayayay pag ibig. Pag tinamaan kay wag kang galit. Dapat lang na ikay umibig. I laughed at myself. saan nanggaling yun?
I feel sleepy. Kaya naman nagtaka ako ng makita ang kapatid na naghahanda para sa kanyang morning routine. Ang bilis naman niyang magbihis?
"Aren't you tired or sleepy?" I asked.
"Nope. Can't skip with the habbit. You know. Maintanance." He said.
I looked at him suspiciously.
As if, He's really into it. If I know its because of the girls in the neighborhood na nagjo-jogging din sa ganitong oras.
Aba!
Boy, boys, boys. But I guest just like my father Elliot, he would find his match soon. And I'm rooting for it para naman mabawasan ang mga pa-fall this days. Ha!
"You should try it too. Para naman mabawasan ang taba mo."
Strike One.
Ke aga-agang bumanat ng pang aasar.
"Excuse me? This.." Turo ko sa tiyan ko. "...is baby fats. Eventually mawawala din."
"Haha." I raised my brow at him. "Baby fats my foot. Besides, don't be too confident. What if they decided to stay there. Sa lakas mo ba namang kumain." Sabi pa niya habang nag wa-warm up. Maipitan ka sana ng ugat!
Isa sa pinaka ayaw ko ay yung ginagamit ang katawan at lakas. Lalo na ang pagpapawis. Kaya naman hate na hate ko ang Physical Education. Kung maaari nga lang ay hindi na ako gumalaw.
Like they say, I'm not sporty. Well, we all have things we don't like. We all have differences. At ang sa amin ng kapatid ko ay ito. He's into sports while I'm more on Singing. I guess?
"Kidding."
"Haha."
"But seriously. Try jogging para naman mabawasan yang katam sa katawan mo bukod sa baby fats..."
"What?" Katam. What is katam. Tagalog. Inglish. Taglish. Never been heard.
"Katam. You know...." While finishing his last stroke for his warm up. "Katam-maran."
Strike two.
How dare he? Ang sipag ko kayang mag aral!
He really knows how to get into my nerves. Such a brute!
Minsan napapaisip tuloy ako. Kapatid ko ba talaga to o putok lang sa buho.
"Haha. Peace, katam.." Sabi nyang walang sinseridad. Imbes mapupuna mo ang panggagatong pa nya sa nagliliyab kong pagka banas sa kanya.
"Argh. I hate you. I really hate you, Kenneth Voschtech."
"Well, the feeling is not mutual. I love you, sis. Mhua. Mhua."
Halos mapugto ang hininga ko. Nasa kalagitnaan palang ako ay mas pinili ko ng magpahinga. Nananakit na rin ang mga paa at binti ko. Lakas maka gising ng ehersisyong ito. Nawala ang antok ko.
"S-Stop." Awat ko sa kanya. Hinawakan ko sya sa braso para siguradong mapigil ko sya sa pagtakbo. Mainam na ang sigurado.
Ang unfair lang. Ni hindi manlang sya kakikitaan ng pagod. Samantalang ako... Isang takbo nalang hihingi na ng oxygen. Buti na lamang at walang pasok bukas. Paniguradong sakit ng katawan ang aanihin ko. Kaya ayaw ko ng ganitong hobby. Pagkatapos ang sarap sa pagpapapawis, hirap naman ng katawan ang kapalit
