Wakas - The Angel

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The first dream I ever had in my life was to leave home.

Tahimik akong nagbabasa ng diksyonaryo sa librarya ng Minos habang pinapagalitan ng aming pribadong guro ang pinsan kong si Jophiel.

He always gets in trouble for his liberty ideas.

"I'm done, miss," pagpapaalam ko sa aming guro tungkol sa mga pinapasagot. Noong bumaling siya sa akin at tinignan ang mga sinagutan ko ay pinaulanan niya ako ng papuri. Malayong-malayo sa mga nakuha ni Jophiel.

From a very young age I learned that abiding by their standards and making myself the good child would favor me more.

Pareho kaming nakakulong sa palasyong ito ni Jophiel. Parehas naming gustong umalis.

Ngunit hindi katulad niya na nagrerebelde, ako ay binihisan ang sarili simula tatlong taong gulang ako nang mga aktong aaprubahan nila.

I altered myself to become the obedient son. I modified my actions from what everyone wants it to become. I am not loved for the person that I am, but by the behaviour I learnt that everyone sealed in approval.

"See, Jophiel?" ang guro namin sa Welsh. "Try to become more like Seref and quit playing around."

Inismiran lamang kami ng aking pansin bago naglakad palayo.

I badly want to walk away too, but the coward that I am just continued memorizing the six syllable words in the dictionary as our workers ran after their other master.

Words are very close to me. I like how they give me the chance to express what's inside of me.

But I don't like talking that much. Because in there, my words are being regulated.

Palaging namamangha ang mga tao sa aking paraan ng pagsasalita. Seraphiel Basileus Amnon is polite and eloquent, they say.

Funny for that's just because I had always been in constant fear of saying the wrong words. Always in constant fear of upsetting people.

Even my mouth belongs to them. 

Noong nagawa ko talagang makaalis sa Minos dahil sa pagiging mabait ko, dapat doon na magtatapos iyon. It should have ended there.

But then she came into the picture.

"Itigil niyo po," I ordered to my driver. It was early in the morning, the day I first moved to Isabela.

"Sir Basileus?"

"Stop the car," ulit kong utos habang nakamasid sa batang babae sa gilid ng daan na naglalaro ng putik.

"Wala naman pong andito kundi palayan at bigas. Nasa lupain pa po tayo ng mga Amor."

"Park it there." Aking tinuro ang gilid na hindi inaalintana ang kaniyang sinabi. Sa huli ay sumunod siya.

The car parked beside the girl. At hindi ko rin alam ano'ng ginagawa ko rito. Ngunit nakita ko siya na naglalaro ng putik nang may tawa sa labi at hindi inaalintana ang dumi sa halatang mamahalin niyang bestida.

My curiosity aroused immediately.

Akmang hahawakan ko na ang pinto ng kotse upang magpakilala noong umangat ang tingin niya mula sa putik patungo sa bintana ng kotse kung nasaan ako.

Ako'y napatigil.

My breath hitched as I see her face.

What. . .

Luciform

Adjective. Meaning: having the characteristics of light. Synonym: luminous.

Napalunok ako.

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