“Palagi ka nang nagpupuyat, you need to get some sleep or else you will not do better at school.” Imelda scolded Bongbong when he woke up passed seven in the morning yet he’s still sleepy. Writing his second draft of his manuscripts took enough of his sleep time resulting to the Bongbong Imelda is scolding today.
“Dalian mong gumayak, mapag-iiwanan ka na ng mga biyahe patungo sa Epiphany. Nagpuyat-puyat ka pa eh alam mo namang ngayon ’yong intramurals niyo.” Dagdag pa ni Imelda, Imee just smiled while watching his sleepy little brother get scolded by their mother.
“Ay, ito na nga pala ’yong tanghalian mo, I’ve put many vegetables there to make sure that you’ll get enough energy for what sport you join.” Inilapag ni Imee ang lunchbox ni Bongbong sa kaniyang tabi habang tahimik lamang siyang kumakain ng umagahan.
“Salamat po, Manang Imee.” Bongbong replied and nodded, this sleepyhead then finished his meal and prayed before exiting the kitchen. Tatayo na sana siya nang marinig niya si Imelda na nagsalita kaya napatigil siya.
“Sure ka na ba talagang hindi na namin kailangang pumunta sa intramurals niyo? We’d love to watch you—” she didn’t even finished her sentence when Bongbong cutted through.
“Hindi na po, Inang.” Saad niya at napabuntong-hininga siya.
“Nabasa ko ’yong unang draft ng nobela mo.” Napatingin si Bongbong kay Ferdinand nang marinig niya iyon, his eyes widened and he got slapped by his realization.
“Bi-binasa n-niyo po?” utal niyang tanong sa kaniyang ama. Humigop naman si Ferdinand sa iniinom niyang kape at ibinaba ang tasa sa platito nang makahigop siya.
“Your works are beautiful, but you need a lot of improvement. You writing is fine by me, I was like you back then. Just do what makes you happy, that’s the point of being young.” He drank his coffee again, napaiwas naman ng tingin si Bongbong at napangiti.
He never let anyone read his stories, but the feeling of being complimented by his father was enough to make him continue for his work. After all, a person can’t really influence another, if another can’t influence one another.
***
“All team participants of the girls’ two hundred sprint, kindly assemble yourselves to our track now.” The announcer announced while the crowd goes wild in the boys one hundred sprint.
It was in the middle of the afternoon.
Naghihiyawan ang mga manonood sa stadium, marinig ang palakpak at sigaw ng mga taong nanonood. While the girls for the two hundred sprint run prepare themselves at the starting line, Sara tied her green bandana on her forehead as she lift up her spirits.
“Sure ako na mananalo na ang green team ngayong taon!” she growled. Sara then putted some foundation and liptint on her face.
Suot ng bawat istudyante ang kanilang P.E uniform. It consist of a V-neck white t-shirt which corners are red. In the right side of the chest area embroidered the school logo. It also consist of red jogging pants, on the right side embroidered in white thread the initials of the Epiphany Christian Academy.
“Sara, ang excessive naman ng datingan mo. Tatakbo ka na nga lang maglalagay ka pa ng foundation at liptint sa muka.” Kunot noong sabi ni Pia habang inuusisa nito kung balanse ba ang kolorete sa muka ni Sara.
“Siyempre, ’di ba sinabi mo sa ’kin na para may boylet na magka-interes kailangan maganda tayo anytime, as in anytime talaga.” Napahagikgik naman si Pia sa sinabi nito.
“Desperadong magka-jowa, ’te? Ibang level na ng kabaliwan ’yan ha. Dati ang angas ng datingan mo tapos ngayon switch to maarte ka na. Galing din.” Pia replied and fixed Sara’s hair.
“It’s the intramurals after all, I want to look good for once. Last intramurals ko na ’to dito tapos ’di ko pa ba lulubos-lubusin?” Tawa pa ni Sara, matapos niyang naglagay ng kolorete sa muka ay tumakbo na siya sa starting line kasama si Pia at Leni.
Maraming mga team sa kanilang intramurals at bawat team ay may kani-kaniyang kulay. Pia is on the white team while Sara is on the green. Leni, on the other hand belongs to the pink team together with the other track and field club members.
“I’m getting nervous.” Bulong ni Leni sa kaniyang sarili habang pinipisil-pisil pa rin ang stuffed toy.
As she walks through the starting line, she took a deep breath and squeezed the bear stuffed toy that she holds on her hand. She’s getting nervous, her heart is pounding like it never pounded before, sweat dropping from her arm unto her wrist where a pink ribbon symbolizing hear color and team was tied.
“Alright, stay on guard, girls. Susunod na kayo.” The announcer said, humanda na nga ang sila sa starting line. Inilagay na ni Leni sa kaniyang bulsa ang humanda na nga rin sa pagtakbo.
“Next is the girls’ two hundred sprint run.” The announcer announced again, making everyone gazed upon the girls. They all looked at one girl—and that girl who they adore is Leni.
Sa panig nila Bongbong—ang red team, abalang-abala ang lahat sa paghahanda para sa kanilang mga chosen sports. Ang iba naman ay Wala pang ganap kaya may oras pa silang manood ng laban, nais rin kasi ng ibang team na makitang lampasuhin ni Leni ang kaniyang mga kalaban sa track and field.
“Don’t you think that this headbands looks kind of tacky?” Reklamo ni Cynthia na ngayon ay isinusuot na ang pulang headband sa kaniyang ulo.
Bongbong yawned as he slaps himself to keep him from waking up, lumapit naman sa kaniya si Isko at humawak ito sa kaniyang balikat. Natatawa siyang sumaad.
“Napuyat ka nanaman siguro, ilang oras kang ’di natulog?” tanong niya. Muli ay humikab si Bongbong at ilang sandali pa ang nakalipas bago siya tumugon.
“Antok na antok eh oh, bibilhan kita ng kape sa canteen. Mamaya pa naman laban ko.” Saad ni Ping na kasali rin sa kanilang team, tumayo siya sa kinakaupuang monoblock chair at kaagad naglakad papunta sa canteen para bumili ng kape.
“Hanggang alas tres nang madaling-araw ako nag-edit ng manu. Malapit nang matapos ’yong deadline ng submission para sa free publishing Psycom.” He yawned once again, kinuskos niya ang mga mata niya.
“Pagkatapos mo, babasahin ko ha.” Isko smirked.
“No way!” Tugon ni Bongbong na ikinataka ng kilay ni Isko.
“Come on, let me read it!” Isko insisted once more, smiling while forcing Bongbong to say yes by ticking him on the armpit and hips.
“Cut it out!” Bongbong laughed as Isko tickled him. Natigilan na lang ang lahat nang marinig nila ang announcer.
“Now, for the girls’ two hundred sprint run.” All eyes are on the girls setting for the run, the crowd then became quiet as the facilitator held the whistle while on the side of the starting line.
“Ready...”
“Get set...”
The sound of the whistle were then heard.
~The Intramurals.
BINABASA MO ANG
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FanfictionA BongLeni Fanfiction. With a new school year comes a new group of classmates, including aspiring writer Ferdinand "Bongbong" Marcos Jr. and track and field team member Ma. Leonor "Leni" Gerona is assigned to the same class. Despite being complete s...
