Novel & Cerita It's No Crying Over Spilt Milk

"Anong kwenta na ipaglaban pa kung anong meron kayo kung yung taong pinaglalaban mo ay ayaw ng lumaban?" Hindi naman masakit, konti lang. "Sorry talaga." There were tears in his eyes that would fall at any moment. "The last one. Nasanay na ako kaya 'di na gaano nasaktan. It maybe hurt but not the same like the first time." "Tama na, sorry talaga," he said, crying. "Dun ko na-realize yung saying na, "1 is enough and 2 is too much". I realized enough to stop. Same as me, I want you to realize something."

Mga salitang humilom sa galit, hinanakit, pagkasuklam, at lungkot na kanina pa umaalila sa aking katawan. “Palaging nasa huli ang pagsisisi, Cylvia. Alam kong hanggang ngayo’y patuloy pa ring bumabagabag sa iyong isipan ang mga pangyayari isang taon na ang nakaraan. Ngunit wala na tayong magagawa doon. Kahit gustuhin man nating bumalik muli, sadyang tapos na talaga ‘yon. Ang tanging magagawa na lang natin ay tanggapin ang katotohanan. Oo, alam kong mahirap. But time heals everything. Don’t let your past ruin your future and change who you are. Take it as a motivation. As an inspiration. And trust me, if you do, your Mom will be very proud of you,” she said while painting a smile on her face.

"If only I can turn back the time. I will go back to the day, I turned my back to her. " Hindi niya man sabihin sa akin kung kailan yun, alam ko at tanda ko. Suddenly I felt like crying, pakiramdam ko bigla parang bumalik lahat ng sakit na pinadama niya sa akin noon. But No! I don't cry over spilled milk. I have learned my lessons and he's not worth it. I can't let myself be affected anymore dahil kahit anong gawin niya hindi niya na maibabalik ang nakaraan. I've moved on from him. He's just part of my past.

Hindi lang ikaw ang lalaki sa mundo. Expect the annulment papers first thing in the morning tomorrow. That's what I promised to myself. Gusto kong umiyak ng malakas at magsisigaw sa loob ng banyo pero naisip ko rin para saan? Para kanino? Para ano pa? There's no point in crying over a spilled milk. Hindi ko na maibabalik kung anong kinuha niya. That is what I get for beign dumb.

At sa tuwing maaalala niya iyon ay napupuno ang puso at isip niya ng poot, ng galit at ng masidhing hangaring maghiganti. “Anak, huwag mo na silang alalahanin. Stop crying. Huwag mong saying ang mga luha mo sa mga walang kwentang taong tulad nila. They're not worth it of our tears, Liv. Save it for your grand acting.”

Chapter 8: Boss "Hey drink your milk," inabot ni Khalil kay Jana ang baso ng gatas pero hindi siya nito pinansin. "Here we go again! Come on, drink your milk na!" "I'm already big, I don't need to drink milk!" sabat naman ni Jana bago niya hinawakan ang kamay ko.

Humarap siya kay Astrid nang may seryosong ekspresyon. "Astrid!" seryosong tawag ni Marlyn. "No matter what you do in this world, there will be regrets, but you can't wrong yourself to make up for other people's regrets. Don't believe in the saying 'a prodigal son who returns is more precious than gold.' Do you think the hurt you suffered back then can be healed by simply saying 'I didn't know how to cherish it back then'? I know you still have feelings for Santi, but your teacher's wife really doesn't want to see you jump into the same fire again."

Nang malunok ko na ang chichirya na nasa bunganga ko muli akong umiyak saka dinampot ang beer at lumagok. "Mas okay palang umiiyak habang umiinom kaysa ngumunguya." wika ko sabay inom ng beer ulit. "Buwisit! Bagong karanasan at bagong natuklasan." wika ko saka nagpunas ng mga luha. "Always keep in mind, don't eat or chew while you're crying, it's a deadly trick." Tumayo ako habang bitbit ko ang beer saka sumigaw ng malakas.

Tiningnan ko ang nasusunog na bahagi ng ancestral house, masakit man pero alam kong ligtas na kami. Humarap sa akin si Lucas at pinunasan ang luha ko gamit ang madumi niyang kamay. "It's over, Ariana. This time, for real." "Salamat, Lucas. Sa lahat," sabi ko. Tumingin siya sa akin, at kahit mukha siyang galing sa giyera, nakita ko ang lambot sa mga mata niya. "Rule Number Eighty-Eight: No more crying over the past. We have a future to build in New York."

Tumigil kasi ako on my third year, kalagitnaan ng school year. Malaki rin ang kasalanan ko kay Brix noon. Gabriel was his bestfriend, at dahil sa kagagahan ko, nasira ang pagkakaibigan nila. Sana pala, hindi ko na lang ginawa ang bagay na 'yon. "There's no point crying over a spilled milk, huwag mo na lang uulitin 'yong ginawa mo noon," kuya Mike stated seriously. Napatingin ako sa kanya. Kapatid ko nga talaga ito. Basang-basa niya ang nilalaman ng isip ko.