''Baboy! Ugly pig! Oink oink oink! Pork chop! Ham! Adobong baboy!" Those bully kids keep on shouting these words to him the boy is running with crinkling eyes, the bully kids was chasing him, but he ran as fast as he could.
"Oink, oink, HAHAHAHAHA!" they teased.
Patuloy lang sa pagtakbo ang batang lalaki, ngunit talagang nahihirapan siya dahil nga sa mataba ito, dagdag pang sagabal sa pagtakbo niya, ang kaniyang backpack, lunch box, at ang yakap yakap niyang libro,
He's out of breath, but he never stopped, until he saw the girls comfort room while running against those bullies, he opened the door, locked the door knob. and hide for minutes.
He sobbed, he's crying so hard.
"They're ruthless.." he uttered.
"Ano ba 'yan ang ingay ingay! I can't concentrate very well in urinating!" sabi ng isang batang babae, na lumabas sa isang cubicle.
"Ba't ka ba kasi umiiyak?" inis na tanong ng batang babae.
"They're bullying me."
"Nasaan ba ang mga nambu-bully sa'yo at uupakan ko, anong karapatan nilang laitin ang gwapong kagaya mo?"
"Really I'm handsome? but I'm so chubby, that's why I get bullied everytime." Napangiti ang bata nang sabihin niya 'yon.
"Okay lang kaya kapag mataba ka ako nga sobrang payat eh."
"Oo nga you look like a bamboo tall but very thin."
"Wow! nang-asar ang baboy, at bakit ba ang daming icing ng cake 'yang mukha mo? 'yong cake kinakain, ipinapasok sa bibig hindi ginagawang facial wash okay?"
"Huhugasan ko na,"
Inilapag niya sa sink ang gamit na lunchbox at nag-iisang dala dala niyang libro, binuksan ang faucet para hugasan ang mukha niyang kanina ay tinapunan nila ng baon niyang cake, na inihanda pa ng mama niya.
"Ano pa lang pangalan mo?" Pagtatanong ng batang babae.
"I'm Dave."
"Okay, nice name."
"Ikaw anong pangalan mo?"
"I'm Chavy.."
"Chavy ang name mo eh ang payat payat mo naman?"
"CHAVY 'yon V as in violin hindi b as in baboy gets na?"
"Okay.."
"Dave tandaan mo ito palagi hah? Ang mga gwapo hindi umiiyak sige ka kapag umiyak ka pangit ka wala ng magkaka-crush sa'yo."
"Wala naman akong crush eh.."
"Tama 'yan mga bata pa tayo.."
An anonymous person knocked the door, he again hide, but he felt relief, and smile marked his handsome face when he heard her mother's voice.
"Ba't ka nagtatago?" Takang tanong ng batang babae.
"Akala ko kasi 'yon na naman yung mga humahabol sa akin kanina."
"Dave, come out mama is here, the plane is waiting for us, We're migrating to London, today is our flight, Daddy is waiting for us."
"London?" His eyes sparkled when he heard that place.
"Ma'am are we going to see and take some pictures at the London eye again?" he asked.
"Yes, baby.." her mom answered.
Binuksan niya ang pintuan ng palikuran, at yinakap kaagad ang mama niya.
"Let's go baby?"
"Mom wait this is Chavy my friend we met here in the Cr."
"Hello Chavy thank you for taking care of my son."
"You're welcome po."
"Let's go baby?"
"Yes, mom I can't wait to see London Eye again"
"Me too baby!" her mom smiled and hold his hand,
"Bye Chavy thank you, from now on I'll consider you as my friend kahit doon na kami sa London titira babalikan kita, promise ikaw ang unang hahanapin ko pagbalik namin dito sa Pilipinas, by the way here's my book take it. it's now yours." iniabot niya kay Chavy ang libro na irinegalo sa kaniya ng kaniyang Lolo bago ito pumanaw.
"Wait son, gusto ko kayong kuhanan ng litrato ni Chavy." Dave's mom said.
Her mother take a one shot picture of the two.
"Bye Dave mag-iingat ka doon till we meet again thank you dito sa libro." pagpapaalam ni Chavy nang may ngiti sa labi.
Niyakap pa ni Chavy si Dave, pagkatapos niyon ay tuluyan nang umalis si Dave. They hurriedly went to the airport though they'll be using their own plane, they still need to arrive there early.
Pagkalipas ng mahabang panahon sila'y magtatagpo. Ang tadhana ba ay sang-ayon sa kanila? Naka-ukit na ba ang kanilang wangis sa mga bituin? Dalawang karakter na haharapin ang pagsubok na dala ng mapanghamon na pag-ibig.
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A/N
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, some places, and incidents are products of the authors imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, entirely coincidential.
TYPOGRAPHICAL AND GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AHEAD, SO BEAR WITH ME. ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT NO ONE IS PERFECT!
