One to Tale (II)

It's your "Uy Bala"

I was busy scrolling down at my newsfeed and try to entertain myself due to the boredom I felt. I need to refresh my mind from the hectic schedule of my publishing novel at the time.

"Svck this account. Napaka boring."   Naiinis kong sambit pero patuloy pa din sa pag scroll.

Napahinto nalang ako ng tumunog ang notification bell ng cp ko. Now, who's this new lost message?

"Uy bala."  Huh? What's this? What's Uy Bala?

Paulit-ulit kong binasa ang message na iyon but still it left me clueless. I just ignored it besides, totally anonymous naman ang nag send ng message na iyon.

Next day came and I received such a weird message coming from that anonymous user again. It all goes with ''Uy bala"

Days and weeks came. I always received that kind of message everyday. Walang mintis, as if naka program na isend sa akin iyon every 6pm ng hapon.

Day 68 simula ng maka received ako ng ganong message. It was a rainy day at nasa work room ako, simula ng mangyari iyong nangyari 10 months ago muli na naman akong bumalik sa pagsusulat ng novel.

I've reached my dreams tho' may kulang. My first bestfriend who's with me 10 months ago, nilayuan niya ako simula ng maging sikat ang unang novel sa sinulat ko. It hurts me a lot dahil siya ang dahilan kung bakit ko na tapos ang unang libro na sinulat ko.

For the past 10 months, wala man lang akong naging balita sa kaniya. She didn't leave any traces and farewell notification from me. She acted like we're just nothing but a stranger.

However, mas naging successful ako simula nang ma release ang una kong story kaya medyo nawala sa utak ko si Kristen. Ang babaeng iyon, bakit pa siya nawala? Kung kailan may nararamdaman na ako. Aish!

Ting!

Napatingin ako sa cellphone ko with a familiarized lined at my eyes. Here we go again.

"In ia ow." What the hell! Ano na naman itong message na ito?

This time, napagdesisyunan ko na patulan ito. Total, wala pa naman akong ginagawa.

"Who are you?" 

"Uy bala"  Basa ko sa reply nito.

"Answer me, before I put you on my block list."  I hope that she/he will answer me after reading my threat.

"It's me."  What's with that reply? Napaka weird.

"Kaya nga ako nagtatanong kasi hindi kita kilala. Now, answer me. Who are you?"   I'm holding my temper right now.

"Meet me at Froust Library. Exactly 6pm, dalhin mo ang libro na una mong sinulat."  I'm left astound, what's with her deal about my book? I'm curious.

***

"Hmm. . . 5:30, okay pwede na 'to."  Bulong ko sa sarili ko habang naka tingin sa labas ng bus.

I'm now on my way para i-meet ang nasa likod ng mga chat na iyon. As long as I get near within the location mas lalong lumalakas ang tibok ng puso ko. This is weird, sino ba talaga ang may gawa nito?

"Froust Library"  My lip sync together with my head. Ito na iyon, the first place where I wrote my first novel. Kristen Froust, is it possible that you're—

"Nandito na po tayo Sir."  Napabalik nalang ako sa huwisyo ko ng marinig ko ang boses ng konduktor.

I took my steps towards the library. I put my hands inside my pocket and tried to calm down. There's a part of me wanting to see Kristen but there's also a tiny piece of me saying na "Kapag nakita ko siya, kaya ko bang magsalita? Hindi ba ako magagalit?"