Imperfect Hearts [On Going]

11th IMPERFECTION (07-21-2020)

"Tell me one good reason to feel bad, Chella." I said facing my sister with an annoyed expression.

We are inside my room, debating over what happened last night too early for this day. My sister knew about me, breaking the guitar so she's insisting on replacing it with new one. Of course, the moron told the gang about it.

Sumbongero.

She rolled her eyes before crossing her arms.

Naka-dekwatro pa siya habang nakaupo sa aking kama. Sa itsura niya ngayon, suot ang satin dress sleep wear, hindi ko pa rin maiwasang humanga kung paano niya nagagawang manamit ng simple ngunit elegante sa oras  ng alas-singko ng umaga.

"Binasag mo 'yong gitara, ate. Of course, only brats could feel no mercy and could grow no conscience."

"So, what are you trying to imply?" I asked with my sleepy face.

"That you're a brat." She frankly said.

I closed my eyes as I'm laying in bed, still feeling a little somber about last night.

If only my sister knows where my brattiness is coming from, maybe she will support me spank that masher's head.

But there's no way I would admit anything about it. Nothing, as in nothing about between I and Zedd.

Kahit pa magunaw na ang mundo, wala siyang malalaman sa mga nangyari, sa mga nangyayari, at sa mga patuloy pang mangyayari.

"Go back to your room, you're pestering my sleep." I demanded, covering my whole body with the comforter.

"Wear the dress I brought. You wouldn't want to face visitors with your stupid short clothes, right?"

The bed felt lighter as I heard the door clicked.

Silence filled the room. And screw these thoughts 'cause they're telling me to buy a new guitar.

I grimaced.

Tinubuan yata ako ng konsensiya.

My face is totally crampled as I found myself checking on the online store the different brands of the freaking instrument that cost thousands.

"Anak ng konsensiya. Ang mahal."

Lalong sumama ang mukha ko nang inilagay ko sa cart ang isang gitarang katulad nang sinira ko.

Hayop.

Who owns this good soul controlling the body of a bad Arylle?

My palm cupped my face. What's happening to me? Maybe I am not that brat at all. But I wish I am. Because it is way easier to be bad and stonecold than to do efforts like this for a person whom you wished to do the same thing for you. He's just a jerk and here I am, watering this growing guilt I feel towards him.

Confirming my order, I accidentally dropped the phone right on my face and it hurts.

"Engot." Bulong ko habang hinihimas ang aking ilong kung saan tumama ang aking cellphone.

Eh kung hindi ba naman ako mabait, di sana ako mapapagastos ng ilang libo at hindi rin sana ako tatamaan sa ilong dahil sa ka-engotan ko.

"Arylle! Arylle!"

Voice of Neneng is heard with harsh knocking on the door.

I pouted.

Why do I even have to face those visitors?

I'm also a visitor here.

Siya lang naman itong nagsasabi ng 'bilang paggalang'. Oh, siya na ang magalang.