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"Yahna, clean up your mess before you leave" utos sa akin ng kuya ko habang inaayos ang sarili niya.
"Yes kuya Emil, don't mind me I can fix my things at mamaya pa naman ang event" nakangiti kong sagot sa kanya at hinarap na ulit ang canvas ko at nagsimula na magpinta.
"Take care" sabi ni Kuya at hinalikan ako sa noo sabay kinuha ang coat niya at umalis na ng condo.
I make myself busy by painting something. Doon ko binubuhos lahat ng pagod o problemang dumadating sa akin.
They say, when you put your emotion towards your arts, everyone will love it more.
Painting and some kinds of arts are been my medicine from a toxic society.
While painting, I heard my phone's ringing kaya kinuha ko agad ito.
"Oh yes hello" sagot ko agad sa kabilang linya
[Yahna?]
I was stunned after hearing the voice from the other line. Walang salitang lumabas sa bibig ko until the call ended. Napatitig na lang ako sa cellphone ko at napapikit.
Hindi ko na natapos ang pinipinta ko dahil nawalan na ako ng gana. Nasa may terrace ako ng condo unit ni Kuya at nakatingin lang sa labas. I'm still wondering from that voice, hindi ako pwedeng magkamali.
"Hey cous" bati sa akin ng pinsan ko pagkapasok ng unit. Hindi ko naramdaman ang pagdating niya
"Ikaw pala Claire" nakangiti kong baling sa kanya
"Bakit parang nakakita ka ng multo jan" taka niyang tanong sa akin at umupo sa couch na nasa terrace
"Ghost from the past" sambit ko at hinarapan siya at sumandal sa railings
"What? I mean who?"
"None other than" nakangisi kong sagot
"Seriously? That's so funny" at tumawa siya ng peke kaya inirapan ko siya
"Alam mo kung ano yung mas nakakatawa?"
"Ano?"
"I didn't know what to say when I heard his voice. Tell me that I'm crazy because I was stunned with that" naguguluhan kong sagot sa kanya
"Okay, calm down." sabay umirap siya
"It's just a voice Yahna Joyce, for pete's sake. Malay mo pinaglalaruan ka lang" naiiritang saad niya
"Don't mind that. Tara na, baka ma-late pa tayo sa event mo" at hinatak na ako ni Claire papasok ng unit ni kuya.
I can still remember his voice. Hindi ako pwedeng magkamali... siya yun. Siya si Alfonso Reyes, the man I chose to leave.
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Teen Fiction(Summer Series #3) Yahna Joyce De Guzman loves painting and some different kinds of arts. It's her medicine from a toxic society. In her family full of expectation, she always do her best to make her parents proud. She always said yes in everything...
