It’s a rainy morning when I decided to get up for another day of work. I had a bad night, taking asleep late in the evening just talking with friends I haven’t communicated for a long time. I hurried so I won’t be late, just in case I can’t make it, this will be the first time I will be late for work. I glance at the clock hanging on our pale wall, it’s twenty minutes after eight, and I have 10 minutes left. I have to bring my umbrella but I couldn’t find it. I have no choice but to take the big one. The one with label that I hated most.
Rain was falling harder that I almost fell at the bridge that I traverse everyday of my life. I arrived at exactly eight thirty. I rushed at the biometrics machine, ensuring that the time won’t lapse even for a minute.
There’s no elevator so I have no option but to take the stairs up to the fifth floor where my office is located. I was on the fourth level when someone smiled at me from afar. He looks familiar. I recollected on my hidden thoughts to remember who he was. I even had my brain hollow out but I couldn’t find any reactions to my doubt and query. It seems that I had drained all my memories of the past and all I could possibly think of is the present.
“Is he ever existed?” a weird question that phantom my wild imagination. He’s like an apparition from the dark part of the room. A specter who I suppose to be not one of my friends or companion.
I took my steps large enough for me to get into my right path. When I approached the glass door, I breathe hard as if it would be my last.
Reflecting on the earlier incident made me reassemble the events all over again which I tried not to recall since this gives me adequate reasons not to continue life after that tragedy…
I opened my computer and clicked on the calendar. Yeah, it’s been four years since then. My tears started to fell on my cheeks. It felt cold. The same feeling even after years of a “must” forget episode of my life.
It was a sunny bright day. Everybody is getting ready because we only have two days left to prepare for the big event-The Annual Fiesta. This is the most awaited event of the year in our place. Being an active member of the church, I was given the task to facilitate the basketball league which is an intended activity for the youth. My cousin Ralph, who was the team captain of their group, asked if one of his friends can join their team. As a rule, which I set earlier than the event, outsiders are not allowed since there were instance in the past that teams tried to recruit professionals in the field to join them and hence making them the champion. So, in order to be fair, I took my power in position to make things set in place.
Ralph at first insisted but he knows that when I decide on certain things, I made it clear and indestructible.
I woke up because of a loud commotion outside my room. I nearly forget that today is the first game of basketball that I organized. How could I ever forget that? I jumped out of my bed and recognized the voices that were reasons why I woke up. They were pounded and stabbed. Farewell to three little pigs which will be porkchop this lunch. If I am under an anti-animal abused campaign, I could definitely lead the crusade to stop people from brutally killing animals. I felt that I’ve witnessed a crime in my bare eyes this morning.
I am not a cheer leader but I experienced to be one today. I kept on screaming at the other side of the court. It was until I’ve noticed someone looking at me. I tried to ignore him but I could still see him on my left vision. In other words, he kept staring. I don’t know him so I don’t even bother thinking why.
After the game, there’s a small gathering and eating session. Ralph went towards me. He was with a group of three other men but the guy wearing a white shirt and maong shorts catches my attention. He was the one looking at me while I almost throw up my throat shouting to cheer my favorite team. Ralph introduced me to them. His name was Mike. He’s nice and—cute, in my own personal preference.
We had the chance to talk when the rest of the group became busy at the pictorial held at the hall. This is for filing purposes needed for the scrapbook which is luckily not assigned to me.
We exchanged numbers. Since then, he would always take time to text me and ask me out for lunch. To be continued…
