There are only fifteen days before Ye Joon Ji leaves the Philippines. Alison de Franco, Ye Joon's best friend knows they need to seize all those days left for them-- at the same time, she needs to learn how to let him go.
But then, as college is ar...
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6TH OF MAY
DAYS are so quick whenever you want to make it longer. I came home from Ye Joon's house after we're forced to pay dolls with Hei Ryung.
I spot Nanay at the kitchen. I go there and check the food she's cooking. It's ham and hotdog, my favorites for dinner.
"Just got home?" I ask her.
She glances and nods. Strands of white hair are falling down her face. Her sweaty face is already wrinkled. They told me I really look like my mom when she is a teen. From the nose, eyes, and lips. But now, as aging begin to spread on her face, she seemed older.
She comes home every day around six in the evening after her tiring work as a cashier in a local mall.
"I'll guess, you're from Ye Joon?" She squints her eyes while looking at me through her shoulder.
I nod slowly. "Yup."
Well, Nanay already knows my to-go place whenever I leave the house. That's since we became best friends, I guess.
She glances back at the food she's frying.
"Have you enrolled already?"
"Nope. Not yet. Would enroll the other day," I answer while giving her a plate to place the fried ham and hotdog.
"What course would you get again?" she asks.
I couldn't answer immediately, still hesitant to say what I really want . . . would she agree with it? I bite my lips, afraid that she might tell me to change my mind. "Uhm..."
She glances at me with a sweet smile. "Guess you're still undecided?"
"Would, um, would you be fine if I get, um, Fine Arts?" I ask instead of answering her question.
"Of course! Why wouldn't I?" Her smile got wider and I couldn't help but smile back. "It's your decision, it's your life, honey."
"G-Great!" I murmur and finally let out a sigh of relief. "Come on, I'll help you prepare."
I know Nanay's not that strict. She knows my passion for art too. Although I know it is somehow impossible if she would go against my will, I'm still kind of scared she would get sway with Tatay.
I'm putting the rice and plates on the dining table when the front door bang. Alcohol reek through the room as he enters the dining. I know who it is already.
My feet glue on its place watching my father come, a bottle of beer on his hand. The smell of cigarette attacks my nose. He sits on the plastic chair and starts eating without even inviting me.
Gulping, I turn to Nanay. The same annoyance and pity are on her face while observing my father. She avoids my gaze when our eyes meet.
If there's one thing that I hate about my life, that's having him as my father. Tatay Edward. He used to be a tricycle driver, not until gambles and liquor ate his system.
