Reminiscing In A Sentence Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Missed what?” “This,” sagot niya, bahagyang kumaway sa hangin sa pagitan namin. “You being like this.” Hindi ko agad alam kung paano iyon tatanggapin—o kung tatanggapin ko ba. “If you’re here to reminisce,” sabi ko, mas naging malamig ang tono ko, “you’re wasting both of our time.” Ngumiti siya, pero may kakaiba sa mga mata niya ngayon.

Yung luma, mananatiling remembrance na lang namin sa nakaraan. Nagsimula siyang magsalita. Habang tinititigan ko si Janine parang flashback lang ang nangyari sa nakaraan. Parang bumalik pati yung matinding pagmamahak ko sa kanya. Para lang kaming nahimbing sa mahabang panahon at ngayon na magkaharap kami, hawak niya ang daliri kong pagsusuutan ng singsing.

“Are you missing your childhood?” “No,” agad niyang sagot at tinaasan ito ng kilay. Ngunit agad din itong lumambot. “Hindi ko alam kung ako lang ba, pero… why am I suddenly recalling blurry images from my past? Hindi naman siguro ako nauntog, ‘di ba? Why am I suffering memory loss?” Saglit na natahimik ang binata. And after a few moments, muli itong nagsalita.

Mabuti na nga lang at hinayaan akong i-keep ang memories ko. After kong makipag-usap sa mga tao ay tahimik na 'kong tumingin sa mga bagay na naka-display sa museum. May mga bagay akong nakikita na hanggang ngayon ay natatandaan ko pa, gaya na lang ang mga ginawang ronghua noon ni Wei Meimei.

Nakatingin lang ako sa pintuan niya habang may inaalala. “I still don’t remember what happened last last night,” nakangusong saad ko kaya naman mahina itong tumawa. “Too bad for you.” Sinamaan ko siya ng tingin. “Paano ba ako napunta sa kwarto mo? Can you help me recall it? Maybe answering my questions will do.” Kumibit-balikat ito. “Why recall it when we can do it again?” Namilog ang mata ko. “Gago ka ba?!”

"I didn't say anything." Ngumiti ang binata. "Say, do you want to remember?" Natahimik siya sandali bago sumagot. "Of course. It'll be good to have my memories back." "Then, why don't we visit the secret training area of this building and do some of our routines? When we are still trainees, we used to live here with our buddies. You might remember something." Nagdadalawang-isip na tumango siya kay Lucien. Halata kasi sa mukha nito na gusto talaga tumulong kaya may part sa utak niya na medyo nakokonsensiya.

Grandma patted my head slowly. "I also miss the time when your mom and dad send us your picture every time you win in a swimming competition, but our Princess we want the best for you, kaya siguro mas mabuting i-look back na lang natin ang pangyayari than doing it again. We can't afford if something will happen again like five years ago, that is why Grandma just put all the memories together so you can just look at it if you will miss it." She said trying to comfort me.

Napakamot siya ulit sa batok habang iniisip iyon, halatang hindi pa rin siya komportable sa ideyang inilatag niya. "I mean… it happens, right?" dagdag pa niya habang bahagyang nakataas ang dalawang kamay na parang sinusubukang gawing simple ang sitwasyon. "Accidents… head injuries… memory loss…" Nagkibit-balikat siya habang nagsasalita. Hindi niya rin alam kung dapat ba niyang ituloy ang sinasabi niya o pigilan ang sarili, pero sa sandaling iyon ay hindi na rin niya mapigilan ang sarili.

"If you keep forcing yourself to remember your past, memories that have long been forgotten, there's a high possibility that you may never recover them. Alam natin pareho na posibleng mangyari 'yon dahil sa damage na natamo mo, Raze. Ilang beses ko nang sinabi sa'yo, huwag mong pilitin. Mas lalala lang ang migraine mo. Mas sasakit ang ulo mo. Gusto mo bang tuluyang hindi na makaalala?" "I just want to remember my past, Lincoln. I have to," he said firmly, though sadness laced his voice. "I really want to. Pakiramdam ko may importanteng bagay akong dapat maalala. Wala na bang ibang paraan para makaalala ako?"

It’s almost like we’re just reminiscing about the past. It’s not an issue to me at all. Those places we go to are usually quiet so I have no problems with it. The silence is not making the atmosphere awkward at all. Instead, we get busy reminiscing that we don’t even talk to each other anymore. She would usually speak just to remind me that in that place, we did something stupid there, we did something memorable here and stuffs. I just listen to her because all of the things she’s mentioning are still intact in my head. I can remember it well as if it just happened yesterday. I would hear her laugh softly every time. And that’s making my heart melt.