Kissing Mr. Wrong (Jiggzer Band Series 1)

Chapter 17 ♥ Strange Heartbeats and Secrets of Heart

AUTHOR’s NOTE:

♫ And darling I will be loving you 'til we're seventy… And baby my heart could still fall as hard at twenty-three… And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways…Maybe just the touch of a hand…Oh me I fall in love with you every single day…And I just wanna tell you I am ♫

-          THINKING OUT LOUD  by: Ed Sheeran

 

Hi, Hershee MINions. Please bear with my next late update. Three months na lang before my graduation. Kailangan ko munang maging mabuting mag-aaral ng lipunan, okay? Haha. Besides, I’m going to take a Civil Service Exam, so I also need to take focus on reviewing. Patutulugin ko muna si Hershee Min sa sistema ko. But don’t worry, I would still find a free time to write. J

THANK YOU for continuous and heart-melting support for this story, my MINIONS. I don’t know pero parang nawawalan kasi ako ng confidence sa pagsusulat. Nakakaramdam ako ng doubt sa kakayahan ko sa pagsusulat. Hehe. Isa iyon sa dahilan kaya minsan matagal ang update. Please lift up my spirit again and just continue to love Jiggzer Band. Love you! *heart* *heart*

-HERSHEE MIN-

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CHAPTER 17 ♥ Strange Heartbeats and Secrets of Heart

 

SEIRAN’s POV

I slowly open my eyes and it suddenly hit my consciousness to wake up when a strange place greets my morning. I’m not in my own room. I get up groggily even my mind is still in a disoriented state. Naramdaman kong masakit ang katawan ko. I close my eyes for seconds and look around. Doon lang nag-sink in nang tuluyan sa utak ko kung nasaan ako.

           

        I‘m in her house.

           

        And speaking of her. I look down and find her sleeping at the carpeted floor. Her comforter was wrapped around her that made her look like pupa inside a cocoon.

           

        Making a new trendy style of sleeping, huh.

           

     Napailing na lang ako at saka sumulyap sa malaking orasan na nasa dingding. It’s already six-twenty five in the morning. I turn to her and gently tap her.

           

        “Hey, little caterpillar. Wake up.”

           

      Napalayo ako ng kaunti nang gumulong siya papunta sakin. She sleepily groans and curls herself inside the comforter like a child.

           

        “Wait lang, Ma. Five minutes. Five minutes pa, please?” she says, unconsciously unaware that it was me. I tsk in disbelief and look at her who was stupidly sleeping inside her comforter.

    “Zia. Wake up.” I call her name once more and this time in high tone, but she still has no response except from groans and curling herself—senyales na wala pa siyang balak bumangon at humiwalay sa comforter niya. Bumuga ako ng hangin at umiling-iling. “Weird style of sleeping and now hard time in waking. And oh, sleep-talking. I wonder kung ilang beses kang tumatawad ng five minutes kapag ginigising ka sa umaga.”