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[John Carlo Dela Cruz]
BRISK accompanied me on lunch.
We went at a café near the vacinity of the school gate.
"Didn't get an information you'll be studying here at Veracruz"
He sipped his coffee. I just observed him.
I stirred my coffee.
"What do you care? Is it necessary?"
Mismo JC.
I sipped my coffee, looked at my side, outside the window.
Moments before he continued to talk.
"Huwag ka ngang magside-view, nakakainggit iyang napakatangos mong ilong!"
"Bakit ka sumisigaw!?"
Nilakasan ko din ang boses ko.
Natahimik kami. Tapos tumawa.
"Hanggang ngayon inggitero ka pa din!"
Kantiyaw ko sa kaniya.
Brisk, one of my Alter-ego and the best partner in crime when i was a kid.
When Dad's still alive.
Mapasalangit ang iyong kaluluwa.
We were living back then at Roque. The country's largest city.
We often see each other during summer. Their family visits us every vacation, when i was young.
There back then, we used to play with mother nature.
Kahit anong gawain sa paligid, we can do. Like fishing, hiking, haunting. Anything.
Noon, we used to shoot down poor mother birds with stone and rubber. Nagpaparamihan kami ng matatamaang ibon.
After that, we steal their eggs and play with it. Kung mabasag, edi mabasag.
Kung buo pa din, walang basag, hayaan na naming mabulok. That's fun.
We used to ride horses along the trails of the family's mountain. Pabilisan nga kami lagi. Minsan nahuhulog pa siya sa kabayo tapos masusubsob sa putikan.
Haha laptrip nun masyado.
Nagiging sobraong dungis niya na parang impakto.
Nangangabayo kami kung saan tinatanim ni Dad ang Marijuana. I'm aware of it when i was young. Iyon pa nga ang gamot ni Lolo.
When we go home na marurungis at mababaho, Brisk's mom hits us with her slipper. Pinapalo kami sa puwet.
Sabay kaming iiyak, tapos tatawa.
But things change. Always.
Hindi na kami bata, ngayon.
Kasi teenagers na kami.
Magkaiba na ang interes namin. Magkaiba na ang pinatutunguhan ng mga landas namin.
Also, Dad is gone.
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