《Every Letters, Every Words (Collection of One-Shots)》Letters and Words #6
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"Sinong tapos ng gumawa ng essay?" tanong ni Ms. Libao at nagtaas ako ng kamay. Nakita ko ring nagtaas ng kamay si Rex.
Tinaasan ko siya ng kilay at ngumisi naman siya ng nakakaloko sa akin. I ball my fist. Nakakairita ang pagmumukha niya!
"Mr. Haiden, come here in front. Basahin mo ang ginawa mong essay sa mga kaklase mo." utos ng guro kay Rex at lihim akong napairap. Lagi na lang siyang nauuna sa lahat ng bagay.
Taas-noong naglakad si Rex at malapad na ngumiti sa aming lahat.
"Kyaaah, Rex-baby, kenekeleg eke!"
"Tingin ka dito, bebe, pleaseeee!!"
"I labyuuu!"
Tinakpan ko ang tenga ko. Nakakairita ang tilian sa paligid. Akala mo artista, totoy lang naman.
"Quiet, class." tumahimik ang buong paligid at tumikhim naman si Ivan.
"Ako si Rex Haiden. Pangarap ko ang maging pulis dahil isa ring pulis ang aking ama at bata pa lamang ako ay pangarap ko na ito. Sa pagiging pulis ay makakatulong ako sa aking kapwa at sa taong gusto kong protektahan." tumingin siya sa akin sa huling parte ng sinabi niya at mariin siyang tumingin sa akin bago yumuko at naglakad pabalik sa upuan niya. What is wrong with him?
Nagtaas ako ng kamay at tinuro ako ni Ms. Libao para basahin ang essay ko sa harap.
"Ako si Violet Jimenez. Pangarap ko ang maging doktor upang makatulong sa mga may karamdaman--"
"Ms. Jimenez!" Napatigil ako sa pagsasalita ng magtaas ng kamay si Rex. Inis ko siyang tinaasan ng kilay at ngumisi siya sa akin.
"Anong gusto mong sabihin, Mr. Haiden kay Ms. Jimenez?" nagtatakang tanong ni Ms. Libao kay Rex.
Naglakad si Rex sa direksyon ko at halong taka at inis ko siyang tinignan.
Nagulat ako ng posasan niya ako at inilapit niya ang mukha niya sa aking tenga at bumulong.
"Ms. Jimenez, soon to be, Mrs. Haiden, hinuhuli kita sa salang pagnanakaw ng puso ko. Halika, samahan mo ako sa presinto ng buhay ko."
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