What does it take... (Thomas Torres - Ara Galang fanfiction)

8th Entry: To be alone. To be-lone. To belong.

What Does It Take

8th Entry: To be alone. To be-lone. To belong.

Thomas’s POV

“Ahmmm h-hello?” wait I think I kinda forgot ulit my lines..

“Anu yun iho?” said a middle aged woman..

“Ano kasi po… si kwan po.. sana..” dafuq? kahit ako, I don’t even have any idea what I’m saying na..

“ahhhh teka kaibigan ka ba ng anak ko?” she questioned in a very motherly tone…

Me and Ara? Friends? We are not even half that… I mean yung first na pagkikita nga namin is hindi maconsider na ‘friendly meeting’. Hello? She punched me kaya right in the face! And well, our second encounter wasn’t pretty either... Hindi rin naman kami enemies.. and lastly we were not formally acquainted.. so what are we??  ano ba pwedeng sabihin sa mother nya? ‘No, that woman punch me so napilitan ako sa isang bet where I would turn that ungirly girl daughter of yours into a girly girl… so that’s why I am here to convince or even force her to help me’ is that it?!

“Y-you could say that po…” I hope maniwala sya sa sinabi ko “and we’re classmates” well atleast that’s true..

“Ahhh sige pasok ka iho…” she stepped aside and allowed me to enter…

“Thanks po..” as I was walking, I got the chance to glance at my surroundings. Their house is not that big, no second floor. Hindi rin malaki yung bakuran just a few steps from the gate ay yung door na ng bahay… maybe just enough space para paradahan ng car.. But I can say na it is clean, neat and has a relaxing atmosphere… well ONLY IF the guy kanina wasn’t throwing invisible daggers at me then I could say na peaceful and calming talaga yung paligid.. what’s his problem ba?

Pumasok na ako sa loob nung house.. but of course I have to keep an eye on that guy.. baka saksakin nya ako if nakatalikod na ako sa kanya..

“Mekeni, dito upo ka muna..” she has this accent that is so malambing and naiintindihan ko naman even if she uses words that I assume na part ng local dialect nila. Tinuro nya yung long sofa and I seated na.

“Okay po… thanks po..”

“Galing ka pang Maynila nyan? Baka nagugutom ka? Malayo-layo din ang byahe…”

“Ahmm opo .. h-hindi po.. oo nga po” tama ba yung mga sagot ko?

“Saguli at mangunguha lang ako.. ay tikman mo ang Tocino ko.. kagagawa ko lang nun..” she said cheerfully, and before pa ako makatanggi she immediately disappeared na to one of the doors.. maybe papuntang kitchen yun based on what she said…

“Sino ka at anong kailangan mo kay Vic?” said the guy who is now standing infront of me.. and nakacross arms

“Vic? Sinong Vic?” I asked quizzically. He rolled his eyes pa..

“Ahhh iba nga pala nickname nya dun.. si Ara…”

“Ahhhhh bakit Vic?”

“Pwede ba ako ang nagtatanong dito. Kaya wag mo rin sagutin ng tanong ang tanong ko.”

“It’s nothing that concerns you” I know this is their territory.. pero nakakaasar na sya… and kasama na dun yung I can’t tell the real reason kung bakit ako nandito. For sure mas lalong magagalit sa akin ito.. the less they know… the better…

“Hwag mo nga akong maingles-ingles dyan… tinatanong kita ng matino.. Sino ka?”

“Thomas..”

“Torres? Thomas Torres? Ikaw si Thomas Torres?” tanong nya ng sunod-sunod...

“yeah?..” I answered..