Kryptonited ✔ (Alpha Sigma Omicron #3)

11. H-ha?

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The function hall is big enough to cater all participants. Dala ko ang aking art materials, mainly my brushes and paints. May available canvass sa bawat isang participant na nakatalaga sa bleachers.

Nahihilo ang aking buong pagkatao, I was never a fan of large crowds, but I am here to see a renowned painter. Matagal ko na itong pangarap. Ang makadaupang palad ang painter ng famous painting na Verismo, the reality of a man. It was too abstract to have one perception. Lahat ay mayroong interpretasyon para rito, maging ako.

"Your invitation, miss. You may fill out this paper for contact information, then, proceed." Kinuha ko ang ballpen ng bahagyang nanginginig at sinunod ang sinabi ng babae. I filled out the form in front of me.

Ibinigay ko ang form pabalik sa babaeng in charge pagkatapos kong mag-fill out ng necessary information. She gave me an identification card.

"T-thank you..." usal ko bago pumasok sa loob ng amphitheatre. I pinned my identification in the left side of my chest.

I looked around. Ang daming tao kahit special classes ni Mr. Phoenix Isla Trevino ang na-avail ko. It's a proof how influential this guy in terms of arts. Kahit ako ay hinahangaan ang lalaki.

Humanap ako ng upuan sa bandang gitna. Gusto ko sanang magtago sa pinakang sulok ng amphitheatre pero gusto ko talagang matuto ng bagong techniques sa pagpipinta. Para sa susunod hindi na duling ang isang Khromov Zakhar Petrovich.

Hindi na naman bago sa akin ang seminars or special classes pagdating sa arts, but every time they happened, parang aatakehin ako sa puso.

The stares I get from other people are enough to intimidate me. Kabang - kaba ang puso ko.

Nang makahanap ako ng pwesto in the middle row, I settled my things and sat on an empty seat. Saktong naibaba ko na ang mga gamit ko, my phone vibrated.

Agad kong sinagot ang tawag ni Zak. Kanina ko pa hinihintay ang call niya. It keeps me calm talking to him. In situations like this, hearing his voice makes me sane. Ang lakas ng epekto ni Zak.

"Hey, kitten. Are you already there?" he asked subtly. Rinig ko ang maingay na background ng sasakyan. He must be driving at the moment. Napanguso ako. I told him not to call when he is driving. Ang tigas din ng ulo niya minsan.

Huminga ako nang malalim at tiningnan ang ilang taong pumapasok ng entrance. "N-natatakot ako..." mahina kong bulong.

Kinapa ko ang dibdib na mabilis ang pagtibok. Crowd makes me so nervous. I was sheltered my whole life and I don't get to experience things as often as other people did. I grew scared of the world. Ngayong nasa tamang edad na ako, they are letting me fly. But I just want to stay in my cage where my comfort is.

Sana hinayaan na lang ako ni Papa noong bata pa na ma-experience ang ganito. Kung sakali mang kinidnap ako, nag-ransom na lang sana siya. Napakamot ako sa ulo.

"Listen, baby." Zak said seriously. Tumigil ang sasakyan. "I know, little things scare you. Just remember, I'm always here. I'm with you every step of the way."

I pouted and sighed. "But you are not h-here..."

Ilang ulit akong bumuntong - hininga. I was afraid for a moment that my eyes would betray me and start to cry. Ayokong umiyak. I am not here to cry. Kapag umiyak ako, mas makaka-attract ako nang maraming tao.

Hindi na ako day care student na iiyak kapag umalis ang parent sa school. Siguro kaya hindi rin ako hinayaan ni Papa noon, umiiyak ako kapag umaalis si Manang sa school. She has to be with me or I'll be crying the whole day. And I never got to overcome that feeling.