𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚗𝚎: 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚊
Meeting Atlas was definitely unexpected for Manila. Love never had a room in her life. She was married to her career and art. But then he came along to stir her world from its normal circulation.
Ngunit ma...
As he said, Kuya left the country. A week had already passed since he left and I sit here on my studio, trying to paint something. Wala naman client, it's just something I do to pass time.
After painting, I decided to post it in my instagram.
Oops! Ang larawang ito ay hindi sumusunod sa aming mga alituntunin sa nilalaman. Upang magpatuloy sa pag-publish, subukan itong alisin o mag-upload ng bago.
Two of the comments popped up, it was Tokyo and Ate Havana.
tokyoadr: Mine! havanaoohnana: Garapal ka, Tokyo. Mine!
Natawa nalang ako sa dalawa at tumayo na mula sa studio para tumungo sa banyo at maligo. I have to practice today for our next performance. After taking a bath, I made my way to my closet to find something suitable to wear.
For my usual go-to outfit for practice, a simple ripped jeans and plain white tshirt neatly tucked in is all I wear. I grabbed my practice bag which contains my ballet practice outfit.
Lumabas ako patungo sa kusina para hanapin ang susi ng sasakyan ko. Kumabog ang dibdib ko nang hindi iyon matagputan.
"Come on, kitty kitty. I have to leave now. Magpakita ka na sa akin." Bulong ko habang hinahanap ang susi na animo ay sasagot ito sa akin.
I found the car key I was looking for in the living room. Napapikit ako ng mariin ng maalala na walang silbi ang susi. Dahil naiwan sa ospital ang sasakyan ko.
"Tangina talagang buhay to." Napakamot ako sa ulo ko. Inilabas ko ang telepono ko upang tawagan si Tokyo at magpasundo ngunit kaagad itong tumunog at lumabas ang pangalan ni Atlas. Tangina? Sinagot ko ang telepono at inilapit sa tainga ko.
"Hello?" Sagot ko dito.
"Done?" He asked.
"Huh?" Nalilito kong tanong. He dropped the call and a few minutes after, he arrived by my door.
"Why are you here?" I asked. He looked at me from head to toe and looked away. Palihim akong napatingin sa sarili ko sa salamin. May mali ba?
"I'll take you to the studio. Your car is still in the hospital. Daanan nalang natin pauwi." He said. Unconciously, I nodded.
Aba teka nga! Bakit ba ako sumusunod sa gago na 'to? Ngunit bago pa ako makaprotesta, huli na ang lahat. Nasa elevator kami pababa sa parking lot. Isa kang gagang kaladkarin, Manila.
Sumakay kami sa sasakyan niya. Umupo siya sa driver's seat at may inabot sa likod. It was a paperbag from a fast food chain.
"Eat." He said. I sighed and looked at the paper bag.
"It's not my cheat day today." Nanghihinayang kong sabi.
Being a ballerina, I have a diet to maintain. I wanted to slap myself for being so tempted to eat this. Pero I can't. Otherwise, mahihirapan ako magsayaw mamaya. He nodded and stayed quiet as we drove to the studio. On the way, I saw a homeless family. Agad ko siyang tinapik.
