How to Make the Bad Boy fall in Love

Chapter 1

“Annie, alas singko y’ medya na . Gising na. Baka mahuli ka sa unang klase mo. I’ve already prepared your breakfast, Sweetie.”

Naramdaman ko ang marahan na pagyugyog sa kaliwang balikat ko. I tried to wake myself up but whenever I strive to lift my eyelids, patuloy pa rin ito sa pag-bagsak.  

“Anak, you’re going to be late. Come on.”

Naramdaman ko na lamang ang bahagyang pag-lihis ng kumot sa aking uluhan and by that I forced my spirit to wake.

Dagli akong umupo mula sa pagkaka-higa at agad na pinunasan ang mukha gamit ang kanang kamay to check if I have a drool or something.

I checked the clock on the wall. It’s already 5:30 in the morning. Right. This is it, I’m ‘gonna make up stories. OhSheyt.

“Ma , ahmm. Medyo kumikirot po kasi yung ulo ko , actually kagabi pa po talaga. Sa tingin ko po, ahh-- hindi ko kayang pumasok ngayong araw.”

I smiled a little and looked at her apologetically.
Mabilis itong lumapit sa akin mula sa pinto. She, then extended her both arms. Hinipo nito ang noo ko maging ang leeg.

“Hindi ka naman mainit Hija.”

Napatigagal ito at kapagkuwa’y kumunot ang noo. I know when she made that look, her face gives justice to it, etched with concern.

She’s definitely over reacting again, nako-konsensya ako. I scratched my head.

“ Ano pang narararamdaman mo bukod sa pananakit ng ulo?”

I can sense my Mom’s nervousness.

Inulit pa nito ang paghipo upang manigurado.

Napakurap-kurap ako. Dang. I’m still no good in terms of lying. Lumikot ang paningin ko.

Knowing my Mom, she’ll probably know if I’m saying the truth or not, kaya as much as possible I must not look on her eyes when I’m doing this thing.

“Hnmmn, masakit din po ang lalamunan ko, it felt ahh—dry .” Sabay ubo ng matindi, tipong lalabas na sa ribcage ang baga ko, basically, to show her that I’m not totally feeling well.

Tumango-tango naman ito. Sign that she’s convinced. I bite my lip and crossed my fore and middle fingers on my lap beneath the blanket. Mom, just this once. Please.

I tried to make my eyes look misty.

I heard her sighed.

“ Oh sya anak , if that so, you need to rest. I’ll just going to get you some meds for that, para makainom ka na.”

She patted my head before turning her back to me but when she’s almost near the door, di kalaunan ay humarap muli ito.

“Anyway, HIja. Nakapagluto na ko ng almusal,  but since hindi ka naman makakapasok ngayong araw, I have all the time to cook for you,Hnmmm. do you want me to cook your favorite one na lang?omelet rice? or gusto mong ipagluto na lang kita ng soup , just in case you can’t eat solid food for now dahil may problema sa lalamunan mo?/or parehas na lang?. And your drink? .Coffee? juice? or just plain water ,Sweetie?”

I smiled of the continuous blurted out of words of my Mom.

Sa haba ng kanyang isinaad, obviously, she’s being troubled again, sobra na naman ang kanyang pag-aalala.

She’s being too attentive whereas I’m the topic. She’s just too good to be true. My Mom’s really precious. One of a kind.

Mom, has her own famous clothing line, and Dad has his own empire to manage with , ngunit hindi ito nagmimintis sa pag-aasikaso sa amin ni Dad ,kahit kadalasan ay busy rin ito sa kanyang trabaho.