We spent Sunday night at a hotel and the dreaded Monday morning where I had to be back in Cebu came.
Sam was sitting on the carpeted floor while I sat on the edge of the bed. My head was on top of his and my legs were on his side. A floor length mirror stood right in front of us and we were just looking at each other for quite some time. I know that the boat leaves at 10:00 a.m. and it was already eight o’clock. We were still in that stance, just keeping quiet, listening to each other breathing, feeling each other’s warmth, seeing the sadness that is creeping in our eyes.
He took my left hand and grazed it on his cheek. “There will be no big words, hun. Just this. Just this.”
I nodded. No big words. Of course I understand what he meant. But it was too early for that. Too fragile to let go of something that huge that it might blow up in our faces.
His cap was lying next to me and I put it on. He chuckled. “Keep that. Bring that to Cebu. I’ll get that when I’m coming to get you.”
Coming to get you. Coming to get you. May those words ring forever because it takes a while for me to believe that. Sad.
“Hun, tell me if it’s 8 o’clock so that we’ll go then.”
He jerked and got up so fast he accidentally nudged the cap off my head. “Sorry hun, hurry. Hurry. Get dressed.”
In ten minutes we were at the Sulpicio Lines ticketing counter and I was arguing with the cashier.
“What do you mean nine o’clock??”
“The boat will be leaving in five minutes.”
“I thought it was ten.”
“You should have checked further.”
I raised my hands in frustration, bought the tickets and bolted to the pier. The boat was still there. But the guards refused to let me go up anymore.
“I’m sorry ma’am. They closed already.”
I closed my eyes. This can’t be happening. I should be in Cebu. My job. My Sup! First instinct was to call my supervisor. So I did. Sam was patiently waiting outside the car while I was on the phone.
“Thanks Mark.” I disconnected and looked at Sam exasperatingly. “What will I do?”
He smiled. “Nothing. Get on the next boat. Which is tonight.”
Then I laughed. I laughed hard until my sides were splitting. Sam was laughing, too, and it took a full five minutes just to calm us down.
“This,” I said while getting in the car and wiping tears from my eyes. “…is the craziest day of all – scurrying all the way here and this is what we get?? No boat. Where should we go hun? Are you ready to send me back to my parents? Thank you for your kindness.” I hugged him tight and scenes of last Saturday played in my head. The kids. The pool. The room. The fair. The ferris wheel. The church. My prayer.
Did I really pray for this to happen?
I was given one more day. One more day to spend it with Sam. I gave a silent thanks to no one in particular and squeezed Sam’s hand. One more day.
Thank you. Thank you.