Why You So Quiet What's On Your Mind Romane & Geschichten

"What? I'm silently working here, why do you keep on bothering me? Mind your own business." Annoyed, huh? "Damn, you're so hard headed." I walked out. I don't want to be a clingy nor jealous suitor. I dialed Ash number. [Hello? Why are you calling?] Ash answered. "Where are you?" pagbabalik ko ng tanong. [Why?] takang tanong niya. "Nothing, just asking." [Oh, you two had an LQ? You know 'Lover's Quarrel'?]

Once again, it has fed my long burried affection and hopes. I still love you, let me know The damn lyrics won't stop echoing in my mind and makes me doubt my decisions. I have become so weak like a fish deprived of water. Like a rose, wilted. My mind flooded with questions and my heart loudly thumped but they were all reflected in my silence. "How was it?" "Maganda." Tangi kong nasabi, balisa pa rin. "Do you like it?" "Yes." "Okay. Tomorrow, we conceptualize. After that, we'll start filming right away."

“Bakit ka palaging ganito? Bakit ka hindi nagsasabi ng kung ano ang nasa isip mo?” Tumahimik si Sylvant, tumingin sa kanya mula sa ibabaw ng kanyang mga pilikmata. Para bang nagtataka siya, ngunit may lihim na apoy sa ilalim ng malamig na ekspresyon. Walang sinabi. Isa lamang sandali ng pagtingin—at iyon ay sapat na para mag-init ang katawan ni Rosemary. Ang pagkontrol ni Sylvant sa sarili niya ay nagdudulot ng mas matinding tensyon kaysa sa kahit anong sigaw ng pagnanasa.

Putol ko sa kanya kaya naman hindi na siya naka kontra sakin. As we sat, silence filled the entire place, the only sounds I could hear were the clinking of plates and spoons, it was so quiet I could even hear the ticking of the clock. I also noticed how quiet Mom was, if I hadn't seen her I wouldn't have noticed she was here. "So what's the important things we need to talk about?" I ask breaking the silence in the room. Dad was still hesitant to answer me, I'm sure he wouldn't be able to talk about the engagement he wanted especially with Khairro being here.

‘Yung tipong silence na parang may nagpa-background music na slow piano. “Ano sabi?” casual niyang tanong. Pero ramdam ko ‘yung slight shift sa boses niya. Controlled jealousy is still jealousy, bro. “Gusto raw niya makipag-usap.” “Ano'ng plano mo?” tanong niya habang iniikot ‘yung stick ng ice cream parang ini-stir niya rin ‘yung feelings niya. “Hindi ko alam,” sagot ko. “Ikaw? Ano'ng plano mo?”

“Ano bang problema mo? Do you really hate everything about me?” Hindi siya nagsalita. Sa halip ay pinausad na niya ang kanyang sasakyan. I turned my attention outside the window and bit my lower lip. Ngayong narinig ko ang kwento sa buhay ng batang ‘yon ay parang may kung anong nagbukas ng sugat na pilit kong tinatakpan at akala ko ay naghilom na. Walang namuong usapan sa ‘min. Tahimik ang loob ng sasakyan at wala akong planong basagin ang katahimikan na ‘yon. I love silence. Mas nakakapag-isip kasi ako nang maayos.

“Probably still asleep. You know how late she stayed up last night.” I hummed in response and stepped further in. But despite all the noise, the chatter, the laughter, I found myself searching for his voice. Why was he so quiet? Stupid. I shouldn’t care. I don’t care. I started toward the kitchen, hoping to escape even for a few seconds, but Wero’s voice stopped me. “Wait… why do you and Clyren look so… awkward?” Just like that, the room fell silent. I froze. Clyren froze.

His voice is ragged. Napailing ako. “We didn't talk about something that will make me mad at you…” I breathed, my eyes were on his hand on my thighs. “I think… nothing could make me mad at you…” Nothing could make me mad at him. But everything about him… could hurt me…break me, and even destroy me… “Then why are you quiet, hmm?” He leaned into my neck and sniffed me there. Napapikit ako. “Wala lang…” I hummed.

At doon, sa simpleng linya na iyon, may isang bagay na tuluyang nag-shift—isang tiwalang hindi na kailangan ipaliwanag. “Why are they quiet?” Ang tanong ni Ellen ay hindi galit— ito ay iritasyon. Sa conference call kasama ang legal team niya, walang sumasagot agad. “They’re not reacting publicly,” sabi ng isang abogado. “That’s not necessarily bad.” “Wrong,” putol ni Ellen. “That’s worse.” Tahimik ang linya. “Silence means preparation,” dagdag niya.“And preparation means they found something.”

She was staring at the road in front of her. Hindi niya alam kung magsasalita ba siya o mananatiling tikom ang bibig. Gusto niya itong tanungin sa ibig nitong sabihin kanina ngunit ayaw niya namang sirain ang mood na meron sila ngayon. “Why are you so silent?”