Heart 3: Swollen Heart

CHAPTER 11

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PREIOUS PZRAE’S POV

Harry Styles’ Falling is a mood. Intro pa lang, nakakalungkot na.

A typical teenager girl will obviously think of their ex-boyfriend when they heard this song. . . hindi ko nga maintindihan ang sarili ko kung bakit wala ni-isa sa mga ex ko ang naaalala ko sa kantang ito, e.

Maybe I’m not that typical?

“You said you care, and you missed me too. . .” Harry’s voice in tessitura echoed from my airpods around my head. “And I’m well aware I write too many songs about you. . .”

Dad? Today, it’s already two months since the last time I saw you in person. I understand that you’re busy working. I know you only wanna be hands on on the construction of the school. You said you wanna make it class A+ ‘cause it could be an international school. . . and I only wish the best for you, Dad. Susuportahan kita.

But. . . there was always a huge unfilled part in my heart whenever you’re not here.

Simula nang makilala kita, aaminin ko, I’m kinda mad. May sama ako ng loob. But that day, my fifteenth birthday, when you said everything. . . when you said how much you love me, I don’t wanna be detached from you again. Hindi ko alam kung bakit hindi kita matiis.

Bata pa lang ako, itinatak ko na sa utak ko na wala akong pake sa ama ko. Sa tuwing makakakita ako ng sweet na mag-ama sa Canada, napapairap na lang ako. I thought I was just feeling cringe for them. . . but deep inside, I realized that I was just being envious.

Inihilig ko ang ulo ko sa sandalan ng sofang kinauupuan ko. Nakatingala ako. . . hoping that it could stifle my tears from ditching away from my eyes. Ayokong umiyak ngayon.

The glimmering crystals of the chandelier hanged against the high ceiling of my living room greeted me, making me realize how lucky I was. Well, for others, I was lucky.

I was so materialistic before. . . but when I met my Dad, I realized that I actually don’t need those luxurious somethings. . . I only need him. Just him.

Only him.

I heard the muffled sound of the opening front door against Harry Styles’ voice, taking me out from my reverie.

Who the heck is that?!

I pulled either of my airpods away from my ears and turned my head to where the sound was coming from.

“So, ayon nga, mga kavolvol, nandito na tayo sa mansyon ng pamangkin ko. Oh my gosh, it’s so pakening big!”

My eyes widened as it darted on Tita Ria, holding a tripod, that was taking a long shoot around the mansion.

“Nasaan kaya ang babaitang iyon? Trending na naman ang lintik, mga kavolvol!”

“Tita!” I exclaimed as I stood up. I rushed wearing my flats as I stretched my creased sando. “Oh goodness!” I ran towards her.

“Pzrae!” Her face lit up in enthusiasm, spreading her arms to the air—offering me a hug.

I plunged my body against her and snaked my arms around her waist as tight as I could.

“You didn’t told me you’re coming!” I hissed as I pulled out myself from the hug.

“Surprise?” she mumbled, spreading her fingers to nowhere—acting the surprise. “Required bang magpaalam bago bumisita?” She chuckled.

“Yeah?” I chuckled as well. “Wala tuloy akong naihandang meryenda!” I massaged the either sides of my forehead through my index fingers.

“Puwede paupuin mo muna ako bago tayo mag-chikahan?” Her sarcasm was filled with humor.