Portville Village

Day 3

Day3

I jogged around the village. I spotted Ezra no--not shooting hoops but sitting on the grass playing his acoustic guitar. Nandoon din 'yung dalagita niyang kapatid, mukhang nagpapaturo maggitara. I walked up to them. Hindi na naman siguro niya ako susungitan.

"Goodmorning." I greeted jovially.

"Hi! Goodmorning po," bati nung dalagita niyang kapatid. Hindi siya umimik, instead nagpatuloy lang siya sa paggigitara. Suplado talaga!

"Hi, anong pangalan mo?" I turned to his sister.

"I'm Maddison Sullivan, and you?"

"I'm Enidh Sarmiento,"

"Girlfriend siya ni Kuya Eslov," he butted in.

"Kuya Eslov? How is that? Di ba he's already dead?" she asked sounding naïve.

"Well pwede naman 'yun Madz eh, you can still love someone kahit wala na siya rito," Ezra noted.

"Oh, okay if that's so," she said quite amused.

Nakipagkuwentuhan ako kay Maddison. Sixteen years old lang siya, at third time na niya makapunta rito sa Pilipinas. American citizen ang napangasawa ng mama ni Eslov and sina Ezra and Maddison ang bunga ng pagmamahalan nila.

"I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. I didn't mean it, nagppractice pa lang kasi ako," Maddison apologized.

"No it's okay, kasalanan ko din naman e 'di ako naging aware," I said as I slid a glance at Ezra whose face was stretched in an impish grin, parang sumasang-ayon talaga siya sa sinabi ko.

That day passed eventfully, mas nakakasundo ko pa si Maddison kaysa sa kuya niyang suplado at wala na lang ginawa kungdi maggitara. He got this balls out rockstar vibe. Minsan nahuhuli ko siyang nakatingin sa akin, na di ko malaman kung may gusto siyang malaman sa akin o 'di lang niya sinasadyang tumingin sa akin.