Imperfect Hearts [On Going]

4th IMPERFECTION (06-11-2020)

ARYLLE

Calm down, Arylle. Calm down.

I could feel my jaw clinched. It's because of the thought that other people are inside my room. And it's the fact that I can't explain why I feel this way when I saw the two together.

Muli akong uminom ng tubig at huminga ng malalim. Sooner then I went on the other side of the curtain dividing this mini kitchen and the main room. Nakita ko ulit silang tatlo, but this time, they are not looking at me. They are looking down on something inside a bin bag. Nakatalikod sa akin si Chella at ang dalawa naman ay nakayuko, tinitignan ang laman ng itim na supot.

I huffed. Kaunti nalang at malapit ko ng masipa palabas ang mga bwisitang ito. Naglakad ako palapit kung nasaan ang aking laptop at sinimulan muli ang aking trabaho. It's the manuscript that's full of unwanted errors. Maganda ang storya nito pero ang sarap batukan ang author dahil hindi man lang nakasalo ng biyaya ng karunungan tungkol sa grammatical rules. [Not intended for 'patama', okay? Please don't get it wrong. Besides, I also commit grammatical errors. He he he.]

"Woa. Is that really a freakin' waveboard?"

Para akong nagising sa ulirat nang marinig iyon kay Zedd. Those compound words really got me. I could feel my eyes narrowed on the screen, I could even feel a sweat oozing from my body. I feel so many emotions gushing towards my caddy and I know I'm breathing air too shallow.

Flashes of memories went in. Sounds of crashing wheels on a rough cement banged my ears. I can hear screams. Painful screams. I can hear arguments. Wild arguments with those indistinct voices. I can feel pain. Pain from the past I burried 2 years ago. I closed my eyes to ease myself.

Waveboard.

Did I hear it right? I opened my eyes, meeting the screen again. My hands were too steadfast to type, digging my fingers harder against the keyboard and the screen seem to write on its own with the same letters moving fast. Gusto kong gumalaw sa normal na paraan ngunit hindi ko magawa. I slowly moved my head up to see how the three stared at me in confusion. I met Chellary's eyes and she's in total fear. No, she's in total. . . sadness. But I can't find the sympathetic Arylle. All I feel is rage. I am enraged about Chella bringing that thing here. I glared at her. Now that I found my body working well again, I walked towards my frightened sister, still glaring at her. My body's trembling so my palms formed into fists as I approach her. Pero may pakialamerang chimay na humila sa kapatid ko papunta sa kaniyang likuran. Doon nagtago si Chella na ani mo'y dagang natakot sa liyon.

"Sarri- Arylle, huminahon ka. Walang ginagawang masama si Chella. 'Wag mo siyang sasaktan kundi tatamaan ka sa'kin." Si Neneng na hinarangan ang dadaanan ko papunta sa aking kapatid.

I never hurt Chella. Never. Why does she sound like I am that kind of person?

"I just need to talk to her. Don't meddle, Neneng."

Hinarap nito si Chella at niyakap upang pakalmahin. Ako ang ate pero bakit ba parang siya ang kapatid ni Chella? I wanted to roll my eyes, pero hindi ko ginawa dahil alam kong may nakatitig sa akin.

Even if I don't look at him, I could feel his uneasiness nang sabihin ko 'yon kay Neneng. Yes, Zedd is listening with a stiff body. Looking at me like I am some sort of a delinquent demoiselle.

Gusto ko rin siyang irapan dahil nang matauhan ay bigla itong dumekwatro, ginawang unan ang mga braso, sumandal sa sofa na parang nanonood ng Cine. I am observing him from my peripheral vision while pretending I am looking at how pathetic Neneng is in comforting my untouched sister.

I sighed.

"Chellary, why did you bring that?" Mahinahon kong tanong ngunit narinig ko lamang itong humihikbi.