NSFWJohnsmith0808
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Twenty-three si Yana. Graduating student, matalas ang dila, at may masamang bisyo na hindi niya kayang tigilan: gusto niyang malaman ang iniisip ng mga taong ayaw magpahalata.
Unfortunately, ang bago nilang professor ang pinakamahirap basahin sa lahat.
Si Professor Lucien De Vera, thirty-two, nagtuturo ng isang subject na halos kalahati ng klase ay kinatatakutan. Hindi siya sumisigaw. Hindi rin siya mahilig magpahiya. Mas nakakainis siya kaysa roon.
Kapag may mali ka, titingnan ka lang niya at hahayaan kang ikaw mismo ang makaramdam ng pagkakamali mo.
At kapag nahuli ka niyang nagsisinungaling, bahagya lang siyang ngingiti.
Parang alam na niya ang lahat.
“Miss Flores.”
Napatingin si Yana mula sa notebook niya.
“Yes, Professor?”
“You've been staring at me for the past five minutes.”
May ilang estudyanteng napalingon.
Hindi nag-panic si Yana. Itinaas pa niya ang kilay niya.
“Is that a problem, Sir?”
“It becomes one when you stop taking notes.”
“I'm listening.”
“Then tell me what I said.”
Tumahimik ang klase.
Yana glanced at the board, then back at him.
“You said that people tend to make decisions based on what they want to believe, rather than what's actually in front of them.”
Lucien paused.
“Correct.”
She smiled. “See? I was listening.”
“Then perhaps you should stop looking so entertained.”
“Maybe your lectures are entertaining, Sir.”
“I'm sure that's exactly what it is.”
May bahagyang tawanan sa likod.
Hindi ngumiti si Lucien, pero napansin ni Yana ang maliit na pagbabago sa gilid ng bibig nito.
There. Got you.
“Since you're clearly enjoying today's discussion,” sabi nito, “you can stay after class. I want to discuss your last paper.”
Nawala ang ngiti niya nang kaunti.
“Is there something wrong with it?”
“We'll discuss that after class.”
“Can't you just tell me now?”
“I could.”
“Then?”
“I'd rather not.”
Yana stared at him.
Lucien turned back to the board.
“Next question.”
Asshole, bulong niya sa sarili.
Pero habang isinusulat niya ang susunod na notes, hindi niya maiwasang mapangiti.
At iyon ang unang pagkakamali niya.
Dahil napansin na naman siya nito.
Unfortunately, ang bago nilang professor ang pinakamahirap basahin sa lahat.
Si Professor Lucien De Vera, thirty-two, nagtuturo ng isang subject na halos kalahati ng klase ay kinatatakutan. Hindi siya sumisigaw. Hindi rin siya mahilig magpahiya. Mas nakakainis siya kaysa roon.
Kapag may mali ka, titingnan ka lang niya at hahayaan kang ikaw mismo ang makaramdam ng pagkakamali mo.
At kapag nahuli ka niyang nagsisinungaling, bahagya lang siyang ngingiti.
Parang alam na niya ang lahat.
“Miss Flores.”
Napatingin si Yana mula sa notebook niya.
“Yes, Professor?”
“You've been staring at me for the past five minutes.”
May ilang estudyanteng napalingon.
Hindi nag-panic si Yana. Itinaas pa niya ang kilay niya.
“Is that a problem, Sir?”
“It becomes one when you stop taking notes.”
“I'm listening.”
“Then tell me what I said.”
Tumahimik ang klase.
Yana glanced at the board, then back at him.
“You said that people tend to make decisions based on what they want to believe, rather than what's actually in front of them.”
Lucien paused.
“Correct.”
She smiled. “See? I was listening.”
“Then perhaps you should stop looking so entertained.”
“Maybe your lectures are entertaining, Sir.”
“I'm sure that's exactly what it is.”
May bahagyang tawanan sa likod.
Hindi ngumiti si Lucien, pero napansin ni Yana ang maliit na pagbabago sa gilid ng bibig nito.
There. Got you.
“Since you're clearly enjoying today's discussion,” sabi nito, “you can stay after class. I want to discuss your last paper.”
Nawala ang ngiti niya nang kaunti.
“Is there something wrong with it?”
“We'll discuss that after class.”
“Can't you just tell me now?”
“I could.”
“Then?”
“I'd rather not.”
Yana stared at him.
Lucien turned back to the board.
“Next question.”
Asshole, bulong niya sa sarili.
Pero habang isinusulat niya ang susunod na notes, hindi niya maiwasang mapangiti.
At iyon ang unang pagkakamali niya.
Dahil napansin na naman siya nito.