His Mistakes

Chapter 11

“I can be your medicine to heal your wounded heart.”

This line is something that always bother my mind. I couldn't think better and give focus on the things I do. May mga pagkakataon na bigla-bigla na lamang akong natutulala dahil sa kakaisip sa linyang iyon.

I am stuck between taking it seriously or just ignore it because at first, Harris is a wag since I met him, most especially, he was claiming that he is my guardian angel. That is stupid so why I cared too much on that line? I don't know either.

Honestly, several times I asked myself why I get seemingly attached to him. I found myself embodied with his words of wisdom. The way he delivers and explained every tales make me believed in him. But sometimes, I tried to stop myself from believing those words because I don't want someone who can touch my life. I won't let someone rule me. I don't need someone changes my life. My world, my life, my rules.

Pagkatapos naming bumili nang tempura sa may food cart ay bumalik na kami sa gym para hintayin si Sir. Ilang minuto lang ay bumalik na rin sina Zyreine at Dwelly na bumili rin ng milktea sa tapat ng school campus namin. Sabi ni sir babalikan daw niya kami rito. I don't know what he'll gonna do with us. Sobrang unfair lang, kasi kami lang iyong pinasama ni sir papunta rito sa gym while the other freaks are left there with freedom as if nothing happened earlier.

“Hey, Azi.” I turned my head to Harris.

It was not on my cognizance that Harris is now on the stage. Para kasing Kani-kanina lang nandito pa siya sa tabi ko pero ngayon nakatayo na siya sa stage ng gymnasium ng school namin habang tinawag ang pangalan ko. Seems suspicious! Or it was just, I did not notice him coming up on the stage.

“Come here, see this one!” Harris shouted.

Agad naman akong humakbang at naglakad papunta sa kinaroroonan niya. Parehong gumuhit ng nakakapagtatakang tingin ang mga mukha namin. Nagtataka na rin kasi ako sa nakita niya.

“What's going on?” I ask him as I am taking the final step to finally set foot at the place where he is standing.

“Who is Ian Arizala? Do you have any idea about this group of people?” My heart skips beating when I heard Kuya's name in low voice.

It's like the world is not moving anymore. I am so helpless standing next to Harris. I couldn't even make a single move to look at the board where Harris is busy reading inaudibly and figuring out the names painted in the wall.

Unti-unti nang nagflash sa aking isipan ang mga nangyayari noon. I was there. I witnessed everything. Kuya is a murderer and so I am.

“Azi, why are you crying?” Bigla akong nagulat nang hinawakan ni Harris ang mga braso ko. Hindi ko rin mawari kung bakit bigla-bigla ko na lang siyang niyayakap.

“Hey, are you okay?” He's concerned. He has been concerned about me.

“I'm so sorry.” He suddenly stops massaging my back to comfort me when I said sorry to him.

“Azi, why do you have to say sorry?” I felt that he is slowly unraveling my two hands from my tight embrace.

“Why you say sorry?” Tanong niya ulit sa'kin na puno ng lungkot at pagtataka ang malamig niyang boses.

“Nothing, Harris. Alam mo naman siguro iyong bar di'ba? Why not we go to the bar tonight and make some fun. This day has been so exhausting. I assure you you'll gonna have fun with some sexy girls right there. You'll taste the drinks that I am so sure you have never tasted them in your whole life. This would be so interesting lalo na't makakasama ka namin sa unang pagkakataon, right?” Natatawa kong wika sa kanya habang pinilit na pinapahinto ang sarili ko sa pag-iiyak.