A Compliment

I was applying my sister's new nail polish on my pinky when I suddenly remembered something. I remember when he told me and my friend- also a girl- he was asking why girls have to paint their nails when in fact our nails look better without painting them, because that time, me and my friend were planning to have nail art. One time I painted my nails, I think it was a skin-toned nail polish. When he noticed it..

Him: Chada siya
Me: Diba dili man ka ganahan na mag-cutix ang babae?
Him: Okay ra man siya, bagay man sad sa imo.

 I thought he never complimented on anything about me until I remembered this moment. Thanks, though I never realized you were complimenting. You might be asking what's the big deal about it but the thing is, he's not the type of guy who compliments a lot. If he does, he does it in a funny way. That time he was serious and he said it a low voice.

Okay. Just sharing 'cause I might forget him giving me a compliment before. x

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