Twenty-Three

TWENTY-THREE

METEOR WOKE UP from the small humming sound inside Azren’s car. It was not noisy nor annoying, a solemn lullaby rather. Humikab siya at inunat ang mga kamay saka napatingin sa labas ng binatana. They’re still on the road, but right now, they were surrounded by buildings. Mabagal ang andar ng sasakyan, at dahil nakahiga siya sa upuan ay hindi niya makita nag nasa labas maliban sa mga matataas na gusali sa labas.

Probably Manila’s heavy traffic again. It has always been like this, always traffic, always hectic. Meteor loved Metro Manila because of its messy narration. Manila speaks its story itself. Hindi na nito kailangan pa ng magkukuwento. But despite of its spitting story, it remains mysterious to Meteor’s eyes.

This is why Meteor admired this city more than her own hometown. Because it was obvious but mysterious at the same time. The only thing she hated about Manila was traffic. T