Chapter 24 Offered

I woke up early because the Chairman called me to the school. A week ago I decided not to go to the mansion first and stay here. I also came to realize that I shouldn t have trained myself there because every time I was alone in this quiet house, I seemed to be innovating.
For my morning, I just made a simple bulalo, that was my dish until night because I was the only one. I tried to cook with soups because most of what I was just cooking back then were fried ones that I admitted were bad for my body. I'm going later this afternoon so I still have plenty of time for myself. I still have time to continue what I m writing that I didn t finish this past week.
Even if it's a miracle, I'm glad somehow because I can write again. But I never thought I would be able to write a story from the genre that I hate the most.
So I don t want to speak finished, I swallow too. After I ate I cleaned the house again, I didn't know what to do just to not get bored. I don't want to talk to others because I've also changed my number, I only gave it to a few and it's really impossible for them to contact me because I often stay at the laptop. I deactivated all my accounts just to be free from issues. If they want to contact me, email is the possible way to do that.
I feel like every time I talk to someone, I'm under pressure that I shouldn't be. I didn't wear a uniform because that conversation was only for a short time, I traveled to school alone, it used to be a habit where I took a bus and huddled with each other. When I arrived at the school, the surroundings were quiet, it was class time now so only the voices of the teachers could be heard in the hallway I was walking through. Instead of going to the office I went straight to our Sport Chairman s office.
I have no idea what exactly to talk about, maybe it's about the contest again. The old woman, busy with the papers on her desk, opened up to me. He immediately let me in and then sat in the chair opposite him.
"Good and you've been. Here, the memo was dropped on me and you're one of the chosen ones to teach," she began and I immediately picked up that paper.
As she adjusted her glass I immediately read it. Memo about more uplifting them that about teachers needing school transfer. I looked again at the teacher in front of me who greeted me slowly.
"What do you mean? How do I work here?" I worry.
"We've got a replacement for you, they saw your potential so you were chosen. We didn't know that you would be assigned to that place for that long," she explained.
I want to refuse, I don't know that I will be gone for this long, it's not too long but only now will I stay like that, without anyone.
"We are happy if you accept this offer, you will also come back here as soon as you finish working there," she said with a smile and then handed over a folder again.
"This Friday, I hope you can decide. I will wait for your response on Friday at 2:00 in the afternoon." I just nodded and said goodbye.
Carry the folder that I will sign to get to the bikol and there I will teach within a year. I didn't show up to Patricio so that I wouldn't waste my time here at school. Instead of going home, I decided to go for a walk. It's afternoon and the weather isn't too hot so maybe just take a walk. The body is so weak that it just sends air, my body hurts fast now and I don't know if it's because of the illness and the medicine I'm taking.
I have a lot of questions, too many messing with my brain. I want a break but I have too much to do. There is something in me that wants to accept their offer. I admit that somehow I was able to relax when we were in bikol because of the seminar. I didn t put up with the amount of work back then because the surroundings, were so calm and the problem would really go away. But I only have one opponent, homesick. I just laughed at what I was thinking. I want to be alone, but I m looking for it in the presence of people I m used to being with.
When I got home, I immediately dropped my body on the sofa, I couldn't lie down because Mara strictly told me not to lie down if I came from a long walk. I went straight to the kitchen to heat up what I cooked this morning, it wouldn't spoil because I cooked it well. While waiting for it to simmer I have arranged the ones I will use tonight. I pulled out the laptop and notebook I had arranged on top of my mini table in the bedroom. I opened the curtain but closed the window, so I could clearly see the not-so-spacious yard and the full moon circle. When I heard the sound I went upstairs and got something to eat, I brewed coffee which I often make even at night.
When I put my things in my place I feel, I have lost my tiredness, even if I am alone that is not a reason for my night not to be happy.
Well, it's time to write. If then it was very difficult for me to think of what to write, now many ideas enter my brain. I'm wasted on ideas that I can't even write down or just ignore. So I decided to broke my rules and beliefs. If then I believed I couldn t focus on a story if I had pending ones, not anymore. I just want to write whatever that comes to my mind, I guess, I just need to organize it all.
Writing an Action story is my passion. I want to try something new, something that I hate before. I want to feel that someone truly loved me, even though I am like this. I want to feel those things that are impossible to happen in real life, impossible to happen to me. So I will write again.
Poorly, I watched the coffee and the smoke evaporate from it, observing how the heat at the beginning gradually dissipated over time, even in a short time.
Another symbol I saw today signaled to type each letter.
Does everything really need to change? Could there be no end? And just stay at the beginning?