Our last two weeks ago was heavenly. I got off Sulpicio Lines at exacftly 630 from CEBU and excitedly called him when I got on Cagayan land.
No answer. Tried again. Nothing.
Panicked, I was thinking, Hell, if he doesn’t show up, will I just go to my parent’s house and exclaim Surprise!? That would be hilarious! My mom would have a fit because she doesn’t know that I’m coming home anytime that weekend. So I sat on a bench and waited at the lobby hoping for any miracle.
Finally, a text message came. “At a gas station. Hang on.”
Then he arrived 10 minutes after. Begrudgingly holding on to my luggage, I asked a nearby porter to hoist it up. Despite the rain, I ran to his car and he edged himself on the seat so I could drive. I knew that he must have woken up late but I asked anyway.
“Hun,” He started. “I’m sorry.” But he doesn’t look like it.
I blogged about his punctuality once. Last time we agreed to see each other, and we weren’t yet together that time, he showed up pretty early. And I had to quote from my blog, “Wow. I’m impressed with the guy’s way to get me to sleep with him.”
He read about that. I know he didn’t like that but I’m still waiting for the blow of objections to come my way. This stunt he pulled about coming to get me late? Very clever.
So I didn’t say anything. Fuming inside but never the type to talk about it hoping I’ll get over it. We had breakfast at Maxis and I am suddenly nervous. Why am I here? I still have all the time in the world to back out, to go to my parent’s house and tell my mom that I decided to surprise them and go home. Or I could just sleep over at a friend’s house for the weekend. Did I just stupidly come all the way here to go see him?
But I’m looking at this man in front of me, and I knew that this was the reason why I am here. There shouldn’t be anything else. I’m a Libra, as he constantly says, I am impulsive and I am crazy when in love.
First stop was at the gas station. Seeing him fish money out from his wallet made me guilty. I get embarrassed whenever men spend on me. It makes me feel cheap, bought, whatever. I offered the change that I had but he dismissed it.
Then he said if I liked Bukidnon.
“Oh, the mountains?” My face lit up and he laughed. “I love. Lets.”
The car was on its way to Camp Phillips. Cold, giddy and excited. The honeymoon has yet to start.[… to be continued.. ]