He has a secret that he never told Yumi and he swore that he would take it to his grave.
It was the first time they had met.
He was only five when they moved to this backward town. His family were originally from Manila but when his mother's asthma became severe, they were advised to move somewhere with less air pollution to prevent her successive attacks. And that's how they decided to move back to her father's hometown and be with his grandparents.
Being the sole child, he was used to getting his way.
He never wanted to part with his neighborhood playmates, so he protested in a way a child could only think of... An earth-shaking tantrum. He howled and howled until his father unbuckled his leather belt and hit his tender butt for the first time in his life.
His butt hurt, but according to him, his heart hurt more.
He was powerless when their household furniture and appliances were packed and transported one by one. The day of their departure came. He cried sadly, thinking that his small world was over. They sailed, hit the road and sailed again. He never stopped weeping and stepped on an unknown land for the first time with a swelling red eye.
They took shelter in their grandparents' abode for the first two years of their arrival before they acquired their own home.
He finally stopped tearing up when his grandma coaxed him, promising that she would buy him a white rabbit after church the coming Sunday.
He beamed so hard that his eyes became slit and then ran outside to go wild again.
Across them was an old but beautiful house. It has a huge backyard with different fruits and vegetables. It was neatly fenced with hip-high bamboo. For a city kid as small as him, it was a jungle!
That was not the most exciting part. At the far right corner of this yard was a century-old mango tree and at the top of this tree was a wooden tree house! A wooden tree house!
The young Gani was boiling with excitement.
He dashed past the wide open doorway and used his chubby radish-like arms to lift himself and climb up the tree with glee.
All the grievances in his heart were now thrown out and never to come back. He even started to feel grateful they moved. The saying was right! His parents know best and this was the best moment of his 5-year-old life.
Inside the mini-house was a set of small clay mud kitchen utensils laid above a low countertop on the right side. He checked it out and found it interesting.
Next to it was a colorful kite made from bamboo. It was hung on the wall with a nail and thread.
"Butterfly!" He cried out in excitement, but didn't touch it because of worry of tearing its Japanese paper skin. He could not believe how fun this house was.
On the floor was a spoon-shaped thing that had a crisscrossed net. It was bigger than his small head if you do a side-by-side comparison. A bunch of feathers that was bound by a ball in the middle surrounded it.
He looked from left to right and paused at the wall.
On the center wall was a blackboard. Written on it were various shapes and a big and crooked "MAYUM." Two steps away from the board was another table. On it was a stock of preschool paper, coloring books, story books and stickers. There was a box of crayons, colored chalk and a pencil. What caught his attention were the colored picture books. On the top was the book The Little Moth.
He was reaching out his hands when a pitchy voice halted him, "What are you doing?!"
Yumi's brows and nose were scrunched in fury. A wild red-butt monkey trespassed her territory! This is outrageous! Really unacceptable!
He looked over and saw a cute little girl. Her eyes were big like a doll and her hair was combed nicely into two small buns. He thought it seemed not so difficult to now let go of his playmates in Manila. He got himself a cute little sister here a!
His face glowed red from shyness matching his red and swollen eyes.
He opened his mouth to introduce himself, but the fierce aura of the little girl confused him.
She flounced between him and her table. She spread out her little arms and legs like a starfish. She sized him up from head to toe with fire in her eyes, "Who are you? Why are you here? What are you doing at my tree house? You want a piece of me, huh?"
She was a kid you didn't wanna mess up. At first, a lot of kids in their town teased her for being a wild seed child. She learned from a young age that crying was useless, so she became the fierce child who would not bother anyone who didn't bother her but bit back to those who dared to slight things that were important to her.
Catching an unknown child in her personal haven irked her.
Isagani, aggrieved and hot-headed, yelled back, "What 'your tree house'? How do I know if you're telling the truth or not? Don't you know the finders-keepers?"
His tender heart broke. He could not believe that this cute little sister would not want him and yell at him. His right hand was placed at his heart like an aggrieved wife. His eyes started to glisten.
Smoke fumed from her nose. She pointed at the wide window and showed the smelly boy a plaque with the words, "Yumi's Tree."
"Can't you see that? Can't you read? This is my place! My. Tree. House!" She stomped her foot at every word of her last sentence to prove her point.
"Oh? Yours? It says Yumi's Tree. Not Tree House!"
She was stunned. She wondered if this red monkey was sick in the head. How could he twist things like that?
She huffed in frustration. Her chubby cheeks were bulging and her head was turning tomato-red.
Eureka hit her, she almost flew towards the blackboard and pointed at the "MAYUM"
"See? Can you read? My name is Mayumi! It's written here. This is my tree house."
He looked at the girl and then at the board and then back at the girl, "A while ago you were Yumi and then the next second you're Mayumi? How can I believe you if you don't stick to your words?" Still held his heart. "Plus, even if you're Mayumi, this is not yours, it's Mayum! Mayum!"
Infuriated, her tears flowed like a river. She realized that she couldn't reason with this stinky boy. She didn't want to cry but this foul kid was pushing her to her limits. She rushed towards him, grabbed his arm and bit his wrist.
Thunderstruck and pained, he yelped his lungs out and bit back.
Both of them won't back down.
Alarmed by the commotion, Grandma Cruz pranced her old feet towards the crime scene.
She was old but her bones were strong from hard work. She separated the two fierce cubs and carried the two in her two arms.
Carrying down these two little rascals was as easy as breathing for her.
She caught the inside and out of this circus and found out that the little boy was the grandson of her best friend Grandma Lopez. She made the two unwilling brats make up by shaking hands and hugging and judged this case as solved.
"Look at you two. How generous! Giving each other watches on the first meeting." Looking at the teeth marks on their wrists.
She directed the two into the sink and washed their faces one by one. When they were done, she led the two to the Lopez's and merrily narrated to the two old folks the incident.
It took Grandpa Cruz three intentional moderated playtime, days after, until their war finally ceased.
Yes, Yumi was Isagani's first heartbreak.
This was his secret.
He thought it was just a short-lived adoration, but he never realized that he had never actually stopped liking her.
It was just now that it became clear to him that he was always into her. He had just mistaken it for friendship. He just didn't delve deeper into it whenever a small amount of his repressed feelings resurfaced in his heart. But with the episodes that occurred between them and this whole afternoon of discernment, the lid of his locked heart finally opened in front of his eyes. He could no longer downplay it.
At first, he was scared of his enlightenment. Should he pursue it or just let this fade away? He was confused as well as excited. He settled into just letting it flow organically. What should unfold, unfold. He didn't want to waste his time worrying. He wanted to live in the present and cherish what they have.
With this mentality, he turned off his lamp and lay down on his bed.
He recalled every detail of his day and his soft dick stood like a flag pole.
That evening, he had his own flag-raising ceremony and took the position of the conductor in his own dimmed room.
Up. Down.
He passionately moved his hand into different beats. When he felt the impending climax of the song, the flag finally reached its peak.
His face was full of satisfaction and he took his sweet and steamy dreams.
In the dreamland, the two teenagers who were heavily sleeping in their own rooms and beds met once again and had a spicy night.
They both woke up with shamefully soaked undies and busy themselves, early in the morning, cleaning their own mess.
He has a secret that he never told Yumi and he swore that he would take it to his grave.
It was the first time they had met.
He was only five when they moved to this backward town. His family were originally from Manila but when his mother's asthma became severe, they were advised to move somewhere with less air pollution to prevent her successive attacks. And that's how they decided to move back to her father's hometown and be with his grandparents.
Being the sole child, he was used to getting his way.
He never wanted to part with his neighborhood playmates, so he protested in a way a child could only think of... An earth-shaking tantrum. He howled and howled until his father unbuckled his leather belt and hit his tender butt for the first time in his life.
His butt hurt, but according to him, his heart hurt more.
He was powerless when their household furniture and appliances were packed and transported one by one. The day of their departure came. He cried sadly, thinking that his small world was over. They sailed, hit the road and sailed again. He never stopped weeping and stepped on an unknown land for the first time with a swelling red eye.
They took shelter in their grandparents' abode for the first two years of their arrival before they acquired their own home.
He finally stopped tearing up when his grandma coaxed him, promising that she would buy him a white rabbit after church the coming Sunday.
He beamed so hard that his eyes became slit and then ran outside to go wild again.
Across them was an old but beautiful house. It has a huge backyard with different fruits and vegetables. It was neatly fenced with hip-high bamboo. For a city kid as small as him, it was a jungle!
That was not the most exciting part. At the far right corner of this yard was a century-old mango tree and at the top of this tree was a wooden tree house! A wooden tree house!
The young Gani was boiling with excitement.
He dashed past the wide open doorway and used his chubby radish-like arms to lift himself and climb up the tree with glee.
All the grievances in his heart were now thrown out and never to come back. He even started to feel grateful they moved. The saying was right! His parents know best and this was the best moment of his 5-year-old life.
Inside the mini-house was a set of small clay mud kitchen utensils laid above a low countertop on the right side. He checked it out and found it interesting.
Next to it was a colorful kite made from bamboo. It was hung on the wall with a nail and thread.
"Butterfly!" He cried out in excitement, but didn't touch it because of worry of tearing its Japanese paper skin. He could not believe how fun this house was.
On the floor was a spoon-shaped thing that had a crisscrossed net. It was bigger than his small head if you do a side-by-side comparison. A bunch of feathers that was bound by a ball in the middle surrounded it.
He looked from left to right and paused at the wall.
On the center wall was a blackboard. Written on it were various shapes and a big and crooked "MAYUM." Two steps away from the board was another table. On it was a stock of preschool paper, coloring books, story books and stickers. There was a box of crayons, colored chalk and a pencil. What caught his attention were the colored picture books. On the top was the book The Little Moth.
He was reaching out his hands when a pitchy voice halted him, "What are you doing?!"
Yumi's brows and nose were scrunched in fury. A wild red-butt monkey trespassed her territory! This is outrageous! Really unacceptable!
He looked over and saw a cute little girl. Her eyes were big like a doll and her hair was combed nicely into two small buns. He thought it seemed not so difficult to now let go of his playmates in Manila. He got himself a cute little sister here a!
His face glowed red from shyness matching his red and swollen eyes.
He opened his mouth to introduce himself, but the fierce aura of the little girl confused him.
She flounced between him and her table. She spread out her little arms and legs like a starfish. She sized him up from head to toe with fire in her eyes, "Who are you? Why are you here? What are you doing at my tree house? You want a piece of me, huh?"
She was a kid you didn't wanna mess up. At first, a lot of kids in their town teased her for being a wild seed child. She learned from a young age that crying was useless, so she became the fierce child who would not bother anyone who didn't bother her but bit back to those who dared to slight things that were important to her.
Catching an unknown child in her personal haven irked her.
Isagani, aggrieved and hot-headed, yelled back, "What 'your tree house'? How do I know if you're telling the truth or not? Don't you know the finders-keepers?"
His tender heart broke. He could not believe that this cute little sister would not want him and yell at him. His right hand was placed at his heart like an aggrieved wife. His eyes started to glisten.
Smoke fumed from her nose. She pointed at the wide window and showed the smelly boy a plaque with the words, "Yumi's Tree."
"Can't you see that? Can't you read? This is my place! My. Tree. House!" She stomped her foot at every word of her last sentence to prove her point.
"Oh? Yours? It says Yumi's Tree. Not Tree House!"
She was stunned. She wondered if this red monkey was sick in the head. How could he twist things like that?
She huffed in frustration. Her chubby cheeks were bulging and her head was turning tomato-red.
Eureka hit her, she almost flew towards the blackboard and pointed at the "MAYUM"
"See? Can you read? My name is Mayumi! It's written here. This is my tree house."
He looked at the girl and then at the board and then back at the girl, "A while ago you were Yumi and then the next second you're Mayumi? How can I believe you if you don't stick to your words?" Still held his heart. "Plus, even if you're Mayumi, this is not yours, it's Mayum! Mayum!"
Infuriated, her tears flowed like a river. She realized that she couldn't reason with this stinky boy. She didn't want to cry but this foul kid was pushing her to her limits. She rushed towards him, grabbed his arm and bit his wrist.
Thunderstruck and pained, he yelped his lungs out and bit back.
Both of them won't back down.
Alarmed by the commotion, Grandma Cruz pranced her old feet towards the crime scene.
She was old but her bones were strong from hard work. She separated the two fierce cubs and carried the two in her two arms.
Carrying down these two little rascals was as easy as breathing for her.
She caught the inside and out of this circus and found out that the little boy was the grandson of her best friend Grandma Lopez. She made the two unwilling brats make up by shaking hands and hugging and judged this case as solved.
"Look at you two. How generous! Giving each other watches on the first meeting." Looking at the teeth marks on their wrists.
She directed the two into the sink and washed their faces one by one. When they were done, she led the two to the Lopez's and merrily narrated to the two old folks the incident.
It took Grandpa Cruz three intentional moderated playtime, days after, until their war finally ceased.
Yes, Yumi was Isagani's first heartbreak.
This was his secret.
He thought it was just a short-lived adoration, but he never realized that he had never actually stopped liking her.
It was just now that it became clear to him that he was always into her. He had just mistaken it for friendship. He just didn't delve deeper into it whenever a small amount of his repressed feelings resurfaced in his heart. But with the episodes that occurred between them and this whole afternoon of discernment, the lid of his locked heart finally opened in front of his eyes. He could no longer downplay it.
At first, he was scared of his enlightenment. Should he pursue it or just let this fade away? He was confused as well as excited. He settled into just letting it flow organically. What should unfold, unfold. He didn't want to waste his time worrying. He wanted to live in the present and cherish what they have.
With this mentality, he turned off his lamp and lay down on his bed.
He recalled every detail of his day and his soft dick stood like a flag pole.
That evening, he had his own flag-raising ceremony and took the position of the conductor in his own dimmed room.
Up. Down.
He passionately moved his hand into different beats. When he felt the impending climax of the song, the flag finally reached its peak.
His face was full of satisfaction and he took his sweet and steamy dreams.
In the dreamland, the two teenagers who were heavily sleeping in their own rooms and beds met once again and had a spicy night.
They both woke up with shamefully soaked undies and busy themselves, early in the morning, cleaning their own mess.
