I Was Loved | Jordi GDL

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"Dous, samahan mo naman ako bukas." Sabi ko sakanya, he looked at me.

"Bakit ako? Kay Jordi or kay Lily nalang." He said then turned his attention to whatever he's playing in his phone.

"Dali na, Dous. Magsisimba lang naman and then we'll go home na agad."

"Okay. Pero ba't hindi ka nagpasama kay Jordi eh siya naman lagi kasama mo." He asked habang dinidiin yung thumb niya sa phone, nanggigigil na ata sa nilalaro.

"He have something to do tomorrow." I said, and I know the sadness of my voice is evident.

"Where were you kanina?" He asked.

"Check-up." Sagot ko, he nodded.

"Victory!" He shouted kaya napahawak ako sa dibdib ko.

"Ano ba 'yan, Dous! Why are you shouting?" Bibigyan pa ata ako ng heart attack!

Tumawa siya kasabay ng pagpito ng sasakyan sa labas. Malamang si Daddy na iyon.

"Let's eat!" Sigaw ni Daddy na kapapasok palang.

"Hi, Dad!" I kissed him on the cheek.

"Tito!" Aldous smiled. Dad smiled back saka ginulo yung buhok ni Dous.

"Tawagin mo na Dous ang kuya Jim mo para makakain na tayo. I brought foods." He said, Aldous nodded then ran to call Kuya in his cage lol.

"Thank you God for the foods that we'll eat tonight. I pray for everyone's health, lalo na kay Jianna. Dear God, I also pray for your forgiveness, Amen.", Lola prayed.

"Anong meron kay Ate Jia, Lola?" Aldous asked out of curiosity.

"Insomnia." I answered.

"What?" He asked again.

"She' s having a hard time in sleeping." Lola told him, and if I just have camera on my hand now, I would've took a picture of him. Lol! He looked so shocked.

"Ha? Is she always stressed?." He said.

"Yes, but we don't always get it from being stressed, Aldous." Sabi ni Mommy saka ngumiti. Tiningnan ko si Kuya Jim, and he's unbothered. Wow. Very nice, kuya. His mouth is so full of foods, ang baboy!

"Let's eat. We'll talk about this next time." Dad said so we started eating.

Well, It's really giving me a hard time. All I want to do is to fucking get some good sleep pero I can't. 3 or 2 hours of sleep, that's all I get. But it's fine rather than not getting some sleep.

Insomnia is usually from stress, but in my case, it's from the trauma. It's all coming back. And I hate it. So much.

My grades aren't as good as before and that's adding to my insomnia. Overthinking and trauma is making me crazy. When will I ever complete an eight-hour sleep?

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