"You look so beautiful in your Red dress."
Kanina pa tila bulong ng aking isip.
Hindi ko makilala ang boses. Baritono at may pagka banayad sa pandinig.
Unti-unting gumuhit ang hapdi sa aking kaliwang palad.
"ROYA!"
Tawag sa akin, ngunit tila hindi ko maalis ang aking tingin sa aking palad.
"Pula." Tila wala sa sarili kong sabi.
"S-abi niya. Maganda raw akong tignan suot ang pulang bestida." Saka namasa nag aking mga mata.
"Roya!" lumapit sa akin ang isang babaeng may edad na.
"Ano bang ginagawa mong bata ka." Tinitigan ko ang mukha ng babae. Umiiyak siya habang hawak ang aking kaliwang kamay.
Gamit ang aking kabilang kamay ay pinunasan ko ang kanyang luha.
"M-aganda daw ako sa pulang bestida. Manang."
Muling tumulo ang aking luha at tila ba nagdilim ang aking paningin.
"You look so beautiful in your Red dress."
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CHAYA
I can't help to cry looking at Roya lying on a hospital bed once more. She suffered too much.
I can't remember the last time Roya laugh nor smile.
"C-haya. I wish I can take away Roya's pain." Said Margo while caressing Roya's face.
"I can't bear seeing her like this." She added.
"She's been carrying so much pain on her tiny body." Margo can't stop crying when she learned what happen to Roya earlier.
"Roya, hush now." Margo said while wiping Roya's tear.
"Wake up now. Everything will be alright Roya. Please." Margo is crying while talking to Roya.
"Margo. You should rest too. Baka makasama sa baby mo." I told her while tapping her shoulder.
"I'm fine Chaya. I don't want to leave Roya." Then she smile at me.
Napalingon kami ni Margo sa pinto nang makarinig ng tatlong katok.
"Kumain na muna kayo." Kadarating lang ni Manang galing sa Condo ni Roya. Kumuha siya ng ilang damit at nagluto ng makakain namin.
"Kamusta na si Roya?" muli kaming napalingon sa pagpasok ni Mo. Celestia.
Nabalitaan ni Mo. Celestia ang nangyari kay Roya kaya agad itong nagtungo dito.
"Hindi pa rin po nagigising." We replied.
I can't stand this any longer. I need to find a way on how to contact that fucking jerk.
BINABASA MO ANG
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RomansaFor Roya painting is an expression. Each of her paintings has different techniques and strokes but they always have the same color. A color that only depicts sadness, loneliness, and sorrow. How can a simple encounter on a bright sunny morning chang...
