"Are you related with Professor Ybañez?"
Umiling ako at nagpatuloy sa pagsusulat sa notebook ko, It's just a normal day like before. It was Friday and last day of school, weekend na at walang pasok.
Nakapangalumbaba ako ng matapos sa pagsusulat, tanong pa rin sila ng tanong kung kamag-anak ko ba si Red.
Kung pwede lang sabihin na, Asawa ko 'yon kaya manahimik kana. If it's that easy, ayoko namang ipalandakan na kasal kami. I'm his student and He is my professor, we should act like that.
No more buts, no more words to explain. Kung sabihin ko mang kasal ako siguro, kapag wala ako sa loob ng university. It's a respect na rin. Alam ko pa naman kung paano mag-isip, kung ano ang maaaring react nila kapag nalaman nila 'yon.
Even if we try to ignore people's word towards you, you just can't let them. I know in our inner self, we want to hear them.
" We're not related," bored kong saad. I look at my nude nail polish. It's still look new and pretty, i don't mind to get a new one.
Umirit sila na parang hindi naniniwala, humarap sila sa akin dahil ako ang nasa likod nila. I rolled my eyes, annoyance was evident on my eyes. I don't mind i look rude with that. They should mind how can they affect people around them. Once explanation isn't enough, huh?
" Why does your surname is Ybañez?" They asked. I look so pissed.
Isn't obvious, gosh. How foolish people can be?
"Did i ask you about your surname's history, if are you related with that people and so on?" I hissed. They look so attacked with that.
I wear an sarcastic smile, gotchu.
" I'm just asking," she reasoned out. Nanahimik nalang ako at tumayo ng tumunog ang bell, Claudia is absent right now. Wala namang nag-aya ng plano for today kaya uuwi ako ng maaga.
I texted Red while im walking towards the carpark. Some of my things are on my locker, magaan lang din ang bag ko dahil wala pa sa sampu ang notebook na nasa loob.
"Hi po, pabigay po kay Professor Ybañez" tinignan ko ito mula ulo hanggang paa, I tilted my head, it's a second year nursing student.
I want to laugh, My husband can pull girls without a notice.
"But i don't-"
Binigay niya sa akin ang pink na paper bag, may design pang puso sa labas. Sinilip ko ang laman pero hindi ko maaninagan.
"S-salamat A-ate." Tumakbo na siya palayo sa akin. Hindi naman ako makapaniwala na hawak ko ang regalo ng admirer ng asawa ko.
Dumiretso ako sa bahay, ilang beses kong sinusulyapan ang pink na paper bag na nasa passenger seat ng sasakyan ko.
It's still working pa rin pala, giving things on the people you like. Let me guess, is that an food? A book? Gosh. A student can like their professor? Like, who can't? I'm one of them.
" Love, I'm home!" I shouted, i know he's here. Nakabukas na kase ang ilaw sa loob at labas ng bahay. Ngayon nalang ulit siya nakauwi ng maaga, 2 days straight ay late siyang umuwi. Yung iba niya kaseng trabaho sa loob ng school niya ginagawa.
His excuse was, kung nasa bahay siya, ako ang aasikasuhin niya. And i don't agree with that. I can let him work here, hindi ko naman siya guguluhin, and i also doesn't like to messed up with his things. I'm not an immature, duh.
"Love, I miss-"
I gave him the pink paper bag, his head tilted a bit and he examine that thing.
I shook my head when im done removing my shoes, I'm on my flip-flops.
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Profession Series 1: My Significant Dream
General FictionShimi dreamed becoming a model. She is a girl who is free and ready in any ways to live her life to the fullest. How can she pursue it? if her parent tied a knot between her and Red, a professor in college. How can this two individuals teach each...
