Chapter 1: Pilot

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Nagising ako sa aking mahimbing na pagkakatulog nang maramdaman kong may tumatama na liwanag sa mukha ko.

I slightly moved my face, uncomfortable about the feeling of faint heat hitting my face. I half-squinted my eyes, slightly looked at the glares of the sun, peeping at me through the window glass. I groaned, turned around and covered my face with a blanket. I went back to sleep.

Ilang minuto rin ata ang lumipas nang mapagdesisyunan kong gumising na. With a messy hair, clothes, crumpled bedsheets, and a very bad sleep, I grunted a groan, face turning sour. This day is irritating. Not getting a cozy sleep will definitely ruin my mood. 

Sa higaan, napatingin ako sa kulay puting pader sa harapan ko at nahulog sa malalim na pag-iisip.

Ilang minuto rin akong nagmuni-muni hanggang sa namataan ko ang oras mula sa gilid ng pader. Mayroong wall clock doon na bilog at sabi roon, 7:39 na ng umaga. My face twitched. Late na ako ng siyam na minuto sa klase ko ngayong umaga.

"Arghhhh!" Irita kong sigaw. Itinapon ko ang kumot at natatamad na tumayo sa kama.

Naglakad ako patungo sa banyo at ginawa ang dapat gawin ng isang estudyante tuwing umaga.

Matapos maligo, dali-dali kong sinuot ang aking damit. Pagkatapos magbihis at mag-ayos, lumabas ako ng kwarto at naglakad patungong kusina.

Habang papalapit palang ako sa kusina, my nose could vaguely smell the aroma of a morning breakfast from the kitchen. The food seem to ignite the hell out of me as I strode there quickly.

Nang makarating na ako sa lamesa, I saw a plate covering something inside. It was the food, certainly. Beside of this plate, there could be seen a green small paper attached on the table. I slightly smiled thinking of that woman. Kinuha ko ang papel na iyon at binasa ang laman nito.

"Late ka na naman. Eat your breakfast first before heading to class." It says.

"This woman, 'di talaga mapakali kapag hindi ako makakain." I rolled my eyes and sighed deeply.

Pagkatapos bahasin ang nakasulat doon, umupo ako at nagsimula nang kainin ang iniluto ni Jane para sa 'kin.

Jane Romano, my roommate, my classmate and my bestfriend. She was the one who wrote the letter. She was also the one who cooked this breakfast.

This is somehow our daily routine. Kung male-late ako, mag-iiwan lamang siya ng sulat kasama ang niluto niya. Kapag hindi naman ako nalate, sumasabay kaming kumakain at sabay ding pumapasok sa klase.

Parating si Jane ang nagluluto ng mga pagkain ko kapag nasa dorm kami. Almost everything, from breakfast, lunch and dinner, siya parati ang nag-aasikaso. Ewan ko ba, mayroon namang canteen dito sa university namin ngunit parati siyang nag-iinsist na siya na raw bahala sa pagkain. She even told me once before she would only feel relief kapag siya ang nagluluto ng pagkain. Hindi raw kasi siya sigurado sa pagkain na inihahain sa canteen.

Arguing with her is futile, hence, I shut my mouth at hinayaan nalang siya sa gusto niya. Besides, she enjoyed cooking so I am letting her do what she loves. 

Truth is, if I compare the food prepared by Jane and the school, I would choose the former, with no bias and prejudice. Hindi gaanong patok sa panlasa ko ang mga pagkain na nasa canteen.

Jane is a full-packaged woman. From head to toe, she was like an embodiment of a modern maria clara. Nasa kaniya na ang lahat.

She is a daughter pampered by her parents. She has a wealthy background, but instead of being led to a crooked life, she was good and a decisive woman. She was raised with full of tender and care, and despite her background, she grew up as an independent woman. This is why I like her so much, not your typical rich spoiled brat.

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