P.S. It’s the last day of August. We culminate today the Buwan ng Wika (National Language Month) So, i am posting my finale of my short story. Enjoy guys.
P.S. (again) Thanks to a really good friend who was my inspiration in writing this story.
Ikaw
Parang eksena sa pelikula kung paano tayo pinagtagpo ng tadhana after 7 years. Nakita kita sa malayo. Sinadya kitang binangga sa pag aakalang hindi mo ako kilala. But to my surprise, tinawag mo ako sa aking pangalan.
Ngumiti ka at ako’y natulala.
“Kumusta ka” ang iyong tanong.
“You look good”, ang wala sa lugar kong sagot. Kasi naman you really look good.
Doon na nagsimula ang lahat.
After all, kilala mo din pala ako. Yours was a story of a man na natorpe lumapit. Cliche ika nga, but, well version mo yun.
Sabi mo nga ” you are close to being perfect, and i was….never mind”
Insecure…torpe… whatever your reason maybe, it doesn’t matter anymore.
Pasta ang inorder ko the first time we had lunch together. After which we had coffee. Masaya kang kasama. Magaan. Para bang we’ve known each other for a really long time.
We were like long lost friend. Walang adjustment na nangyari.
Nasundan pa ng maraming beses ang lunch natin. Hindi ko na din mabilang kung ilang beses akong omorder ng pasta. Pasta sa Monday, sa Tuesday, hanggang Friday. Red, white and green (I meant pesto) na pasta. Favorite ko ang pasta. Di kasi ako marice. But believe me; yung unang beses na nag lunch tayo, yun na yata ang pinakamasarap na pastang natikman ko sa tanang buhay ko.
Masarap kang kasama. It felt so good and so right.
Bakit marami ang nahuhumaling sa kape kahit nakakapalpitate ito?
Bakit marami ang may gusto ng pasta kahit fully loaded ng carbs ito?
Kahit masama, dahil masarap okay lang.
Bakit laging puno ang bangko? kahit mahaba ang pila okay lang kasi we need to save up.
Parang ikaw, I invested on you… and now, i am able to take it. My bonus pa.
Ikaw and pasta ng buhay ko. Di maiwasan, di matanggihan.
Ikaw ang bangko ng buhay ko. My deposit. My withdrawal.
‘Twas worth it after all.
What is it about you? Truth is, after three years, I really don’t know. I just love you and I believe that’s just how it is.
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You (Bank Part 3)
I finally met you, after seven years. And it was like a movie scene. You were standing from a distance. I went past through you intentionally, believing that you will never (or you never did) recognize me. But i was so surprised to hear you call out my name.
You smiled at me. Twas the sweetest smile.
I froze.
“How are you?”, you asked me.
“You look good”, I said. “Twas the lamest answer i have ever given (I should have said “fine”). But you really looked good though.
It all started that way.
After all, you knew me.
You didn’t know how to approach me, you explained. A dork, maybe.
You said ” you are close to being perfect, and i was….never mind”
I ordered pasta the first time we had lunch. Then we had coffee after. It felt like we knew each other for really long. Or twas like, we were long lost friends. We hit it off immediately.
We would have lunch then almost everyday. And whenever we have lunch, i would order for a pasta. Pasta on Mondays, Tuesdays till Friday. I cannot anymore count how many pastas have i ordered during the first month we were together.
I have tried so much and so many pastas; but i tell you, the first time we had lunch was probably the most delicious pasta i have ever had in my whole life. Weird, but that’s true.
I love being with you. It felt so good and so right.
Why do we love coffee even if it triggers palpitation?
Why do we love pasta even if it’s fully loaded with carbs?
It doesn’t really matter whether it triggers palpitation or if it is fully loaded with carbs. It takes good. It’s delicious.
And you are just like that. You are my pasta; my coffee
Why do we deposit our money in the banks? Why do we take time lining up to reach the teller? It’s necessary. We need to save up. We need to invest.
And you are just like a bank. I saved up. I invested. Now, i am having the best time of my life enjoying my savings.
‘Twas worth it after all.
What is it about you? Truth is, after three years, I really don’t know. I just love you and I believe that’s just how it is.
