After eating, he immediately paid for our meals and all I can say about the food is that it tasted awful! It was so expensive but the taste was terrible! I didn't even get full!Well, how can I get full when the rice and viands they served were so small? And it's so expensive too?It's actually better for me to eat at the nearby places because I get full and it's cheaper, unlike in that gold restaurant where I almost emptied my wallet but still didn't get full."Shall we go?" he asked as he retrieved his card from the guard.I nodded and eventually stood up from my seat. He also stood up and approached me.He held my hand which surprised me a bit, I mean, is it really required in this restaurant to hold hands?I pulled my hand away from his grip, but he tightened his hold on it, so no matter how hard I tried to pull away, it didn't budge.I walked with my head down as we made our way out of the restaurant. I felt embarrassed and awkward, awkward with the stares they were giving me and
Is this real?" was my unbelievable question as I removed the helmet that I was wearing.We had just arrived and I had just gotten off the motorcycle we were riding. I never expected that this view would be what greeted my eyes.It's so beautiful. What I'm seeing is so beautiful.Those words are not enough to describe what I'm seeing right now. It's not enough because this scenery is more than that.I couldn't help but smile sweetly as I felt the cold night breeze hit my face as soon as I removed my helmet.As the wind blew, my hair swayed as well."Is it beautiful?"I was breathless as I felt his breath hit my neck as he uttered those words.From behind me, he gathered my hair before placing it on my shoulder. He also hugged me from behind, which made me catch my breath for the second time."Be-autiful," I stammered as I slowly untangled his arms that were wrapped around my waist.I did it because I felt awkward and suffocated. I felt awkward because I'm not used to this, I'm not used
"Now, tell me, what that horrible past you're talking about," I told him as we both sat down on the leather jacket he had laid out on the grass earlier.He gave me a hesitant look, "Are you really sure that you want to know it?" he asked, his hesitation clear on his face.I sighed at that. I sighed because he had asked me the same question over and over again. He had been asking me those words since earlier, and I had answered them several times already, but here he was asking me again."Will I keep pestering you if I'm not sure?" I asked him back. Instead of answering his question, I asked him too. It was irritating already, he had been asking me those questions repeatedly.He let out a deep breath, "Will you promise me that you won't be disgusted with me no matter what you find out?"I sighed again because of that question. That was another one! Another one of those questions! I had answered it several times already, but just like his first question, he kept repeating it.I took a d
"I'm sorry, I only said that because you're a big guy but you cry like a girl," I apologized to him while following his every step.I'm asking for forgiveness because I realized that what I did, teasing him by calling him gay just because he cried, was wrong. In fact, he just wanted to ease his burden by sharing it with me and by crying."So if a man cries, he's gay, is that it?" he said with a scoff.My nose got longer because of that, and I felt more guilty. "No," I replied to him while sticking out my nose."Oh, okay then," he said before walking faster. I also took quick steps to catch up with him.He just kept scoffing, making my nose longer. It's hard to please this man, he's more difficult to please than a woman. And also, we surpassed couples in terms of being sweet with each other."Hey, sorry," I said again for the third time and he just scoffed."What should I do for you to forgive me?" I asked him when I realized that a simple sorry might not be enough for this man.And I
I was left bewildered and frowned upon hearing his loud laughter. Did what I say to him sound funny? For Pete's sake, I was just telling the truth.I gazed at him in bewilderment. I looked at him directly in the face and focused only on his laughing expression, avoiding eye contact with his popsicle stick.He kept on laughing, not minding the anger in my stare or the heavy rain pouring outside. He only stopped when I burst out laughing as well."Funny?" I sarcastically asked while looking at his damn funny face.He stopped laughing, looked at me with raised eyebrows, and laughed again.I unconsciously touched my face, thinking I might have something on it, causing him to laugh at me.I glared at him before raising an eyebrow. At this point, he was holding his stomach while laughing, maybe because his stomach hurt from laughing.It served him right to have a stomachache from what he did to me earlier. He closed the door on me, and when he was not satisfied, he locked it, so I couldn't
We decided to wait for the rain to stop before heading home because we knew it was dangerous to leave while it's still pouring heavily. We had to prioritize our safety and well-being above anything else. We didn't know what things we might encounter along the way that could harm us, especially because we were in the countryside surrounded by trees and mountains.Specifically, we were concerned about fallen electric posts and trees. The rain was so strong that it wasn't impossible for these things to have fallen. If we were to go out and about, we'd be risking our lives, and that's something we didn't want to do. We didn't want to put ourselves in harm's way, so we decided to wait it out.As we waited, we noticed that the rain was getting stronger and stronger. It was a good thing that we had already set up a shelter for ourselves to wait in. We were in a makeshift hut in the middle of a field, so we weren't completely exposed to the elements. However, we were still worried about the p
"What's happening to me?" is my question to myself as I face the mirror in front of me.I cannot understand how I feel and why I am feeling this way. I cannot understand because I don't know why I am feeling this way towards him. I cannot understand because I don't know the reason why I am feeling this - why I'm missing him.I sighed before slowly lowering the mirror that I was holding. I put it in the dresser before sitting on my bed. I rubbed my forehead before hitting my head so that this feeling towards him will disappear - this feeling of missing him.It has been a few weeks since that incident happened - since he almost did something to me, and until now, everything that happened, everything that was done to me is still fresh in my memory. I don't know why, but I have already forgiven him, despite what he almost did to me. And I don't know why, but it seems like I am looking for him.I sighed.Yes, I admit it. I admit it even though it goes against my will because I was the reas
Before going to my destination, I first passed by Kuya Noel's house to get what he said he would give me. I don't know what he's going to give me, but I admit that I'm excited about the idea of whatever it is, or whatever gift it may be. It's really exciting.I experienced a long walk before I reached the jeepney stop. And then I was surprised to see that the line to ride the jeep was so long. This scene is not new to me because this is always the case during Christmas and New Year when workers here in our place go home, so it's always like this. My only thought was why are they all going home at the same time? They could have gone home later in the afternoon, right?I frowned at the thought because it seems like it will take me a long time again, and waiting is boring. But as the saying goes, patience is a virtue, so just wait, Marra! You will reach your destination eventually!I frowned as I lined up behind the lady in the orange dress. In fairness, she smells good, which is opposit