TriangGULO (Chapter 8)

"O?" she waited for my answer but I wasn't able. Buti na lang nag-ring na yung bell.

"Lorraine!" shouted Luke. Pupuntahan ko sana si Lorraine pero bigla namang dumating si Luke. Lumapit siya sa kanya and may sinabi. I don't know what was that cause I'm a bit far away from them. Of course I'm curious kung ano yung sinabi niya. When I saw them leaving, I called Lorraine's name.
"Lorraine!"and to my surprised, nilapitan niya ako. I'm pretty sure na pinaghintay muna niya si Luke at sinabing pupuntahan niya ako.
"Ano na naman?" she asked me pag-lapit niya.
"Sabay na tayo?"
"Kahit kailan," then I saw that look again. The melting look of Lorraine dela Cruz, "istorbo ka talaga." Bago pa man ako makapag-salita, "Tara!"leading me the way. Yun ang isa sa nagustuhan ko siguro sa kanya, kahit papano, nararamdaman ako na may care siya for me. Though at that time, I'm not that really sure.

Hinatid kami sa bahay ni Luke. He has (had dapat. It's a past.) a car of his own which I'm jealous. After he left, I noticed that Lorraine was still looking on the way which Luke passed by.
"May gusto ka ba sa kanya?" I can't resist myself.
She looked at me and said, "Kahit kailan, di ako pwedeng magka-gusto kay Carlo."
"Huh? Who's Carlo?" kahit siya nagulat pagkasabi ko ng Carlo.
"I've got lots of work to do. Diyan ka na," bigla niyang sinabi.
I was left there wondering kung bakit he called or named Luke as Carlo. I remained silent for awhile and entered our house.
Upon entering the house, I saw my father's luggage. It's our family tradition. When you see Daddy and his luggage, nag-away sila ng Mommy ko. And the always reason of it, me. Yes, me. But this time, it's not me anymore.
"Dad, is this about me again?" I asked my Daddy who was sitting in a separated chair to my mom.
"Darling, don't worry. This is not about you. It's about us," my Mommy answered.
"Anak," bigla akong nilapitan ng Daddy ko. I was near the door, "your Mom will explain it all. I'm sorry if I won't be here for awhile. Both of us need spaces to think. I'll be leaving," sabay kuha sa luggage but I tried to stop him by speaking.
"Dad, who will," my voice was cracking and immediately I started crying gently, "scold me when I get poor grades? Who will teach those stupid which I hated the most?" I'm exaggerating so my father stopped me.
"Stop crying. I said for awhile. Not forever," he kissed my forehead and left us.
I cried all day. I didn't let my mother explain it all kasi baka lalo lang akong maiyak. When the night came, I can't sleep. I went to Lorraine's room and spotted her readying herself to sleep.
"Pwedeng makitulog?" I asked her. I was holding a pillow. She didn't answered me kaya ako na lang ang lumapit.
"Diyan ka sa papag," bigla niyang sinabi.
"Ok."
"Baliw ka ba?" she chuckled (oh, I'll always love that chuckle.).
"Why?"
"Ang ganda-ganda ng kama mo, then you're going to sleep in this tiny room. At sa papag pa," she removed the blanket covering her face.
"Edi tatabi na lang ako sa'yo para di na ako matulog sa papag," that's my style in making a first move. From that time onwards, unti-unti kong na-realize that I'm a bisexual. Yes, BISEXUAL!
"Hindi mo kilala ang tatabihan mo," ayun na naman ang "The Melting Look of Lorraine dela Cruz."
"I know you, of course."
"Marami ka pang di nalalaman sa akin," those words, again, add her mysteriousness.
Tumabi na lang ako sa kanya and luckily, hindi niya ako tinaboy.