One Hundred Fifty

08 - Father's Day

"Okay class! Ilabas n'yo na yung mga materials na pinadala ko sainyo kahapon."

I sighed and looked around. Everyone is zipping their bag open, grasping their envelopes until one by one picking from their pouches the art materials that was said to bring yesterday.

"Liana, nakalimutan mo ba mag dala? Here o, you can get some of my colored paper." My seatmate slash my bestfriend, Bianca, said then put a smile in her face that I reciprocated.

"Thanks..."

"Matamlay ka. Kulang ba yan sa Ivan?" She said pertaining to my crush na agad na ikinasiko ko sakan'ya.

"Bruha ka. Akin na nga yang gunting mo!"

Everyone in the room was silent, there's a little chirping sound of chatter and murmurs but goes away after a couple of seconds. Silence came with crashing papers, flipping pages, and the screech between the marker and pad.

And then there was me. Nakagupit na ako ng envelope at napagdikit dikit ko na. Now it's time for the message. Tumulala lang ako at bahagyang nakayuko ang mga ulo sa papel na tahimik na naka higa sa desk ko. Blanko.

Napakurap ako at tinignan ang orasan na nasa may pintuan ng classroom. Less than fifteen minutes nalang at kailangan na namin itong mapasa saka maguuwian. I tried getting some ideas upon peeking what Bianca had written but all I can write is...

Papa, I miss you.

Nag simulang tumunog ang bell ng pumatak sa alas dose ang tanghali. Everyone gather for the closing prayer, I pursed my lips as I clasped my hands.

Lord, why did you take away my father?

Lord can you bring back my father alive again?

Lord if it's your plan to take him away can you just take me away with him?

At home with the letter in my hands. Hindi ko napasa dahil walang laman. Nakakaintindi naman ang guro at sinabi na iba nalang daw ang ipapagawa saakin. They know naman what my Father had been through...

Naabutan ko si Mama sa island counter, dati ay marbled ito partnered with a designed chairs. Now it's just a plain wooden long table na sira na ang paa at kailangan pang patungan ng bato. Dati checkered tiles ang floor walang dirt, now it's full of dirt, because our floor is dirt itself.

Wala na ang dating bahay na meron sana kami.

And probably, next year pag senior high ko ay itatransfer na ko. Wala ng pambayad ng gintong tuession fee ang mama ko... nor my so called new father.

"Anak. Welcome ho-"

"This is not home."

I said saka binagsak ang bag sa upuan na tabla lang rin naman. My designer bag looked so out of place with the interior. I looked around my so called home, full of dirt, full of wooden stool and there's not even a proper comfort room! Pwedeng pwede akong silipan!

"Marhay na udto!"

I secretly glared at the new arrive person. All of this is his fault.

If only he didn't met my mom! My mom will not fall in love again and leave all of my late father's property just to be with him! I miss Mamita who pampered me with all of these needs and wants! Okay lang naman kung wala ang mga luho but seriously? Seeing my mom working so hard just to be with him boils my nerves! Seeing my mom how tired she is from cooking for their so called carendiria na wala naman benta is irritating! You can see it! You can cleary see how bad her choices are!

If only she choose my future than to be with her love!

They are selfish! Especially this man! They are so selfish!