Chasing Happiness (Completed)

Chapter Twelve

Ako: So saan naman po tayo pupunta Mister?

Excited na tanong ko. Ewan ko rin pero biglang bumalik yung energy ko na nawala kanina.

Aelius: I don't know. Saan mo ba gustong pumunta?

Ako: So, I'm the Tour Guide? Hmm..

Saglit na nag isip ako, saan kaya magandang pumunta ngayon?

Ako: Wanna go somewhere you've never been before?

Napakunot noo naman sya.

Aelius: Like where?

Ako: Anywhere! Taraaa!

So ayun, dahil wala kaming sasakyan, nag commute kami. Sumakay kami sa bus na hindi namin alam kung saan papunta.

Aelius: Seriously? Gusto mo bang maligaw?

Tanong nya nung nakaupo na kami sa pandalawahang upuan.

Ako: Why? Isn't that exciting?

Aelius: You're kidding aren't you?

Ako: I'm not. C'mon! Losen up. Isipin mo na lang na buhay mo to. Itong pagsakay mo sa bus na to, hindi mo alam kung saan papunta kaya enjoyin mo na lang.

Sabay wink ko pa sakanya.

Aelius: So much for my Guardian Angel huh?

Then I throw him a naughty smile.

Maya maya, napadaan ang bus na sinasakyan namin sa isang malawak na garden na puno ng iba't ibang klaseng bulaklak.

Huminto ito doon at may bumabang mga pasahero.

Hinawakan ko sya sa braso saka hinila patayo.

Tiningnan nya naman ako nang nagtatanong ang mga mata.

Ako: Dito na tayo.

Pagkasabi ko nun, napilitan na syang tumayo saka bumaba na nga kami ng bus.

Aelius: Where are we?

Nagkibit balikat lang ako saka naglakad papunta dun sa garden.

Sumunod naman sya sakin.

Ako: Anong nararamdaman mo kapag nakakakita ka ng mga bulaklak?

Aelius: Nothing.

Tiningnan ko sya nang hindi makapaniwala.

Ako: Seriously? Nothing? Why?

We walked side by side in the aisle with flowers in our both sides.

Aelius: My Mom loves flowers so much. Tulips is her favorite. Now every time I see a tulip or any kind of flower, I can't help but think about my Mom and my relationship with her. And it makes me sad.

Ako: Then it's not nothing. Flowers make you sad.

Aelius: Sad also means nothing to me. There's no difference.

Ako: No it's not. Nothing can make you sad if you don't care about it. You care for your Mom that's why the thing that she loves makes you think of her. And that's why flowers make you sad.