Hindi na kami nagkita pa ni Alena.
Weeks na rin and nakakalipas simula noong nagkasama kami sa El Nido. I didn’t bother to look for her. Ayoko naman siyang guluhin at ma-confused sa nararamdaman niya. Nami-miss ko siya kung iyon ang itatanong sa akin. I just don’t have the guts to stalk or find her. I might as well look at her from afar and admire her from there.
Bumalik lang ako sa dati kong routine. Coaching new clients in the gym, and studying culinary arts.
Habang naglalakad ako pabalik sa condo ko ay nag-ring ang phone ko sa bulsa ng jersey shorts ko.
It’s dad.
Sinagot ko iyon.
“Yes, dad,” wika ko.
“Lance, I want you to come with us tomorrow. Sa Cebu. You have to know how to talk to people and stop being a weirdo,” dad said. Nawala ako sa mood.
“What if ayoko, dad?”
Narinig
