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“HEY MOM, I’M HOME! WHERE ARE YOU?!” I bawled, took my jacket off and hung it to let it dry on the door hook. I searched for Mom around the house, and found her in the dining room with her new partner, Uncle Ben. Uncle Ben has been my foster Dad ever since Mom and I became, you know, orphaned after my Dad died. He’s been with us ever since, especially when my sister was ailing, during my speech choir competition, my square offs, and even Dad’s last celebration of his death anniversary. He’s been trying real hard to be a Father to me and like a husband to Mom, but I just don’t like him. I still love Dad and no other guy will ever replace him.
They were romancing each other when I enter the room. Mom sees me waiting at the fridge, looking at them with my eyebrow meeting in the middle.
“Hi honey. Where have you been?” She patted me on my shoulder and kisses me on the cheek.
“Your Mom and I were so worried! Where have you been?” Uncle Ben adds and looks at me like a poor baby. Ugh. He’s so annoying.
“I’m fine,” I replied abruptly. “What’s for dinner?” I asked.
Mom smiles at me as she pours water to my glass, “We have Laing and Adobo, and some ripe mangoes, your favorite.”
“What’s up, boy?” Uncle Ben asks, then wraps his arms around me.
“I lost my job today,” I whisper in dread. “But I got hired in Makati,” I grinned.
“Well, that’s good news, honey,” Mom says, winking at me.
“When are you leaving?” She asks.
“Tomorrow at ten,” I answered quickly.
“Wha-?” Uncle Ben’s face was painted with astonishment.
“That’s so sudden, Vince. Why so early?” Mom looks disappointed.
“I just don’t really know. They want me tomorrow at ten. They say their boss, or I don’t know, the head of their company is going to talk to me personally,” I said, chewing my food.
“What company is it?” Uncle Ben asks in curiosity, giving back a deep stare.
“JPO Enterprises,” I answered. I really don’t feel comfortable talking with him right now. This is exasperating.
“That’s one of the biggest companies in the Philippines, Vince. Way to go! Just give me updates about your job there, okay, honey?” Mom sounds excited. She looked like as if she won in the lottery.
“We’re celebrating,” she giggles holding out some flutes.
“Yeah, that’s something to celebrate for,” Uncle Ben joins her in and went to the fridge to get a bottle of champagne and pops it.
“Cheers to Vince!” Uncle Ben raises his glass.
“Cheers!” Mom joins in excitement.
“Cheers to that,” I uttered, as our glasses clink.
“NO PLEASE! DON’T LEAVE,”
“Baby, please. I love you so much.”
“I have to leave you. I’m sorry. Goodby–”
My alarm clock beeps loudly as hell and I find myself drenched in sweat. My heart is pounding and my eyes were fresh from a deep slumber of tears. I was crying in sleep. This is getting out of hand. Why Vince? Why are you still so into him? Let go!
But he left me without even saying any valid reason, and I still love him. I just can’t live without him. He’s my life. He’s my soul. What am I going to do now that he’s left? He still haunts me in my dreams – my memories, my imagination. He’s my universe.
Don’t go there Vince.
It’s over between you and him. Get over it.
I turned off my clock and got out of bed to prepare for my travel today to Manila. It’s eight in the morning and the sun is shining bright. I open my window to smell the fresh, crisp breeze of the wind coming from the outside. I close my eyes, breathing slowly at each pace, trying to get a good feeling of the scent of morning air, my mind was drifting while feeling the heat of the sun on my skin.
I find him in the middle of an open field, in white long sleeved shirt and pants. He’s running towards me looking glad and excited, giddy like a kid. He takes my hand and we kissed each other on the lips. He fondles my shoulders and it sends soft tingles to my spine. Suddenly, my tears were rolling down from my eyes.
He leaves and he’s running away from me… He lets go of my hands… One by one, his fingers are slipping… I can’t hold on much longer… I try to catch up with him but he’s too fast… He’s already gone. I can’t find him…
“Why are you still here?” Mom asks, waking me up from my daydream.
“Oh, I’m sorry Mom, I’m just…” I gave up a deep sigh.
“Please clean your room after you prepare, mmkay?” Mom says vigorously, kissing me on my right cheek and rubbing my back.
“I’ll just be downstairs,” she smiles.
THE AIRPORT WAS FILLED with different kinds of people going in and out of the city. The sounds of the cars were quite new to me again. Busy streets. Busy places. The weather is just right – not too scorching nor freezing. I wore my sunglasses just in case so that nobody notices me here. I don’t want to be talking with someone for a very long time, it’s quite tiring and I’d be damned furious if I get late for my flight to see my big ‘boss’.
“Let me check you bag sir,” says the guard in a crisp, black and white uniform.
“Okay, all done,” he reassures.
“Welcome to Philippine Airlines. We’re glad you’re having your flight with us,” the stewardess smiles as if she’s just faking it for her job.
I went inside to find my seat. I took out my phone and put my headphones on, listened to some good music of Secondhand Serenade…
#So hold your breath because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you#
As I was trying to take my chill, somebody brushed my head with a comb.
“Who are you exactly?” I ask, mad and displeased.
“It’s me! Arianne! Woohoo!” she laughs turning around the corner to put her things on the top shelf.
“Oh my gosh, nooooo-,” I reply in amusement.
“Oh my gosh! Yannie! I miss you!” I hugged her tightly and tightly because it’s been a long while since me and Arianne saw each other. Not to mention that we’re on the same plane. Oh yes. Forty-five minutes of chatting with one of my best friends in college.
“You’re going to Manila too?” she asks while gazing up the passengers loading up the seats.
“Uh, yeah,” I replied. “I have a job interview.”
“Job interview? Where?” she asks eagerly.
“In Makati. Later at ten,” I reply.
“Why are you going to Manila? Since when did you get back here in Legazpi?” I ask her just to dismantle the pressure that’s building up on me because of the ‘ariannic interrogation’ kind of way.
“Oh, I just had my four day vacay,” she answers shyly.
“Oh really now?” I raised my right brow at her, trying to pop her force field.
“Seriously! You know, all that hard work and busy schedule. Just needed a little time to relax and revisit my friends here, and there, and oh wait… Why is the interrogation put up against me?! I was asking you!” She starts to raise her noxious voice again, and everybody’s looking at us. Haha!
“With who?” I grinned.
“Shut up! Ha-ha!”
“Don’t shut me up when I’m asking you! Haha!”
“You know,” she chuckles.
“Noooo wayyy!” I exclaimed in astonishment.
“Yes, wayyyy!” We both giggled, trying to take a little peek about each other’s love lives. Arianne is actually a lesbian, but nobody can ever tell that she really is. She never told anyone except me as well as her closest, chosen number of descendants, I mean friends. Although you won’t really be able to distinguish her sexuality because she dresses up like a woman–-wearing red lipstick, stilletos and a few H&M and Lauren dresses. Not your typical good ol’ friend.
“WE’RE HERE BIATCH!” Arianne screams loudly as she packs up her things from the top shelf. I find myself listening to Taylor Swift’s All Too Well – another one stimulating the heartbreaks I’ve had. Brings the bad memories back again. Ugh.
“Oh. Time flies really fast,” I answered sparingly, letting out a deep sigh.
“I guess I have to make some prepping up,” I told myself.
Arianne and I arrived at exactly ten at NAIA. We eventually went to the Mall eat some lunch. My goodness! We were having a long conversation right now and this is so exciting! Arianne said that it’s on her so I didn’t insist. Why would I even refuse a kind offer from a biatch friend anyway? Haha!
As I munch on some burger, she asks me, “Where are you exactly going again?”
“To Makati, I guess. That’s where my interview is,” I replied.
“You can borrow my car if you want,” she offers without any obvious hesitation.
“Are you sure?” I doubt she’ll lend me her car again. After all, I crashed her car once in college. And that was when we had our night out. Ha-ha!
“Yes, of course. My driver brought it here in the parking lot. Here’s the key!” she says willingly.
“Hep hep! But make sure you won’t be doing some nasty stuff on it okay?” she demands.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I said.
“Like what?” she asserts with a wolf-like grin.
“I’m terminating this effin’ conversation,” I sighed.
“But first, you should drive me back to my place first. In QC,” she requests, sticking her tongue out.
I did not give a single reply. I just went on packing my things up.
“VINCE!!!” she bursts in uncontrollable havoc of fury.
“Okay. No problem. Ha-ha!” I laughed.
(end of Part III)
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