Battle [23]
I slammed the screen of my laptop down. I stopped reading the article.
Ang tanga mo kasi scar, sabi nya wag kang mahulog. Tignan mo hindi ka makaahon.
I closed my eyes because I can feel it burning like fire. Iiyak nanaman ako. may narinig akong ingay sa veranda. And at the same time, naamoy ko nanaman ang usok ng sigarilyo
How I wish never ko nalang naamoy yan. How I wish wala nalang ako sa situation ko ngayon. Lumabas ako ng veranda and there, hindi ako nagkamali. There I saw him looking hot as ever. Still having the same cigarette between his red lips.
“bakit hindi ka pumasok?” nagulat ako sa tanong nya. akala ko ako nanaman yung magsisimula ng conversation. Kala ko, oo scar, akala mo lang.
“tinamad ako eh” sabay ngiti at inat ko pa na parang walang nangyari. He looked at me with disbelief atsaka tinapon yung sigarilyo nya.
“loko ka! may ash tray naman bakit dyan mo tinapon? Baka may matamaan ka!”
“so what?”
“wag kang magpaka bad boy hindi bagay sayo” biro ko sakanya.
“wag kang mag paka bad girl, hindi bagay” he said returning what I’ve said.
“you twat! Face me! Suntakan tayo ano? I’m a bad girl, I can take you down” I faced him. But he’s still not facing me. Anong problema nito? Bakit ayaw nitong humarap?
“c’mon face me you badass”
“you really think you can take me down huh?”
“ako pa ba? Napagbihis nga kita ng complete uniform eh” napailing iling sya sa sinabi ko atsaka sya humarap sakin.
And there I saw his face.
Full of cuts and bruise.
All for her. All for you aya mari.
“nakipag suntukan ka nanaman? I told you not to fight!”
BINABASA MO ANG
Battle Of Love
Teen Fiction"If loving him will cause me pain then i'll be willing to die not just physically but also mentally and emotionally" -scar
