"o bangon na, magnenevada daw tayo. pahiram ulit ng tshirt mo. hindi ako nakapagdala ng damit eh."
"puta ka! hindi mo pa nga nababalik yung mga pants ko."
she had this beautiful sets of long, colorful and wavy pants, about a three inches below the knees, that i love to wear to school. i never returned a single pair back. but i still keep all of them with me until now.
as cheesy as it may sound, we found another family in our friendship, that made our college days and nights more fruitful and worth recalling. i believe that its something not every college graduate is blessed.
even after we graduated, we have constant communication with each other. we would surprised each other with unexpected visits, eventhough some of us are back in our own provinces. catching what happened to our careers, lovelives and yes, even our sexlives.
until one day, she called for a meet up.
"talaga?! congrats!" S shouted with full astonishment.
"where?" i excitedly asked.
"in london. i just received the letter yesterday. the scholarship will cover everything for my masterals, except for the lodging, ofcourse. if i'll be able to finish all the requirements before the month ends. then perhaps i'll be leaving next month na."
then the realization dropped on us like heavy chunks of ice. we were happy that she had such opportunity abroad, but sad because someone has to leave again. its just hard to live in a country where citizens are their major exports, as if the state thinks that their people don't have friends, families or just simply apathetic.
a year swiftly passed by, but we heard nothing from her. she didn't leave us her numbers, never replied to our messages nor contacted us through friendster or facebook. we missed her and at the same kinda woried. but we have high hopes that she'll be able to tumble down any obstacles she may encounter in london. until i received an contact invitation in my facebook yesterday. it was her.
i immediately accepted her invitation and went to her page. left a message there saying, HUY! PUTANGINA KA! MUSTA KA NA, HAYUP KA! MISS NA MISS NA KITA! I LOVE YOU!
our sociology professor once told us, you can only and truly curse the people you love, that is why we learn to address each other with profanity.
it didn't take long when she replied back. we shifted in using IM. i could feel that there was something different based from the tone of her messages. she was not as perky as she used to, as if she was not that excited as i was. and most of all, she didn't curse back. until she finally admitted she is already in the country since last december, that she is now renting a condominium in qc, with her family. but what surprised me the most was when she said, "magkaka-inanaanak ka na ulit next year."
"what?! are you pregnant?"
"ay hindi, sa kuya ko close kayo nun di ba?! malamang sa akin. 5 months na."
"sinong ama? oh no, don't me tell me taga-london yan."
"hindi, sira. tinatanong pa ba yan?"
"oh no, si M?!"
"andami mo namang oh no... OH YES, si M nga."
"che! hahaha! hah? e di ba may nabuntis din siya dati?"
"oo. pero hindi sila magkasama. and he doesn't know."
"wait lang ha. medyo sumakit ang gspot ko sa iyo. bakit?"
"saka na. i've decided to tell him kapag nalabas ko na para isang paliwanagan na lang."
i was speechless after reading that line. i knew that shes strong, like she has always been. but in a strange way, she made me feel that she needs me, she needs us.
"whatever happens, or if you need anything, never hesitate to contact me ha. kahit ama para sa magiging anak mo, pwede ako."
"hey. seryoso ako," a long pause.
i could picture her crying.
we're both crying.