7th String

Chapter 2

7th String 02 "Mamu"

3 years ago....
5:30 am
Monday
(Same apartment, but happier times)

"Mav..." mamu whispers as she gentley wakes me up. "Mav tanghali na, malelate ka na sa first day of school mo. College ka na dapat productive ka araw araw."

I opened my eyes and gave mamu a smile.

"Hala nagpacute pa sya. Dali na malelate ka nyan." Mamu's reply with a priceless smile as well.

"Opo mamu, eto na nga po."

I can smell the fried rice from the bed as I stood up. I took a bath quickly so I can eat and go straight to school.

Mamu was like this for a long time. As in. Bata pa lang ako lagi na syang nauunang magising sakin para mag handa. I'm spoiled by her morning routine. I love it.

Bata pa lang ako inexplain nya na sa akin.

I'm adopted.

Sanggol pa 'ko nung mga panahong nakuha nya ko from the orphan. And she never knew who my real parents are.

It hurts. But knowing that someone like her managed to take care of me and fight for me until I grow into a better person, makes me feel so special. She will always tell me that I'm the best gift she have ever received. And thats what she is to me as well.

She's my mother.

I know that.

* * *

So I looked at my new school, observed the surroundings and everyone seems like they're going somewhere. They look productive.

"Relax, everything will be alright." I whispered to myself as I popped my knuckles.

My first class ended well.

I took ICT course (Graphic Design).

It was good. I have a seatmate named Michael P. Robles. Mabait naman, kaso madaldal. Kaya ilang beses din kaming nasita ni sir.

After all of that stuff, I went straight back home. I entered the apartment, mamu smiled at me and asked, "kamusta ang first day?" She asked me as she set up my food.

"Okay naman po."

"Mabuti naman. Oh eto, kumain ka na muna alam kong napagod ka."

"Thanks mamu." I gave her a warm hug and smiled.

Few days have passed. Nakakapagod na din kasi andami nang deadlines. I didn't make alot of friends para na din makapag focus ako. Sapat na si Michael na nakakatulong minsan sakin sa mga projects at nakakasama ko palagi. He's a good friend.

"Gawa mo to?" I asked Michael as I looked at some of his paintings.

"Yep. Is it good?"

"It's amazing!"

"Salamat. It seems like you're really impressed aren't you?"

"Sino ba inspiration mo?" I asked.

"Wala. My paintings are based on how I feel. Kung ano man nararamdaman ko, I'll just express it using my paintbrush." He explained as he looked at his other paintings.

I can't stop staring at his beautiful painting of a crying woman but his question caught my attention.

"Ikaw ba? Ano passion mo?"

"Music. Performing."

His eyebrows raised and asked. "So nakanta ka? Ba't hindi yun yung track na kinuha mo?"

"Passion ko lang naman yun. Tsaka matagal ko nang gusto I take yang Graphic Designing." I understand art. And I think mag eenjoy ako sa track na kinuha ko kaya I'm confident.

"Lang? Passion lang? Hindi mo alam yung possibilities pag naging trabaho mo yang passion mo. Trust me."

Those words that came from his mouth made me think of the possibilities kung ipaglalaban ko yung passion ko one day.

"Oo nga noh." I replied. Pero nakatulala parin ako. "Nga pala bro, I need to go, hinihintay na ko ni mamu. Salamat sa oras."

After having some conversation in Michael's house, I went straight back home.