Friday. Rain and Breakfast.
Its too cold. I woke up early grasping for my blanket. The chilling morning breeze was tempting me to skip work and stay in bed longer- at least thats what I would've wanted.
Its around 6:30 am and I can already hear her footsteps along the corridor heading to my room to wake me up.
"Al?, gising ka na?" she spoke softly as she knocked on my door. She knows I'm a light sleeper and she doesn't have to shout to wake me up. Not that anyone would complain if she did. Since nanay left for the US last february, dalawa na lang kami sa bahay.
I got up and started fixing my bed. "Tuloy."
"Goodmorning. Sira ba alarm mo?", she asked as she peeped her head in my room.
"Di naman," I said as I took a quick survery of my room for anything thats potentially embarrassing. All clear. "Ang lamig kasi kaya nakakatamad bumangon."
"Oo nga no eh," she complained. "Tapos na yata summer."
She walked towards my bed and held the other end of the blanket I was folding. Honestly, I never fixed my bed voluntarily.
"6:30 na," she said as she took my end to give the blanket a last fold before laying in on the pillows. "Baka ma-late ka. Diba sa Ortigas ka ngayon?"
Our fingers touched for a moment. Wala naman syang reaction.
Yup. She's right. I'll probably be late. The way she said those words didn't help either. That tone of her voice always catches me off-guard. The way she asks me isn't like something that she would just say as a normal reaction to someone who would arrive at work around 30 minutes later than usual. Its like she is asking a person who has never been late in his entire life. It seemed more "in the moment". It seemed... genuine.
"Di yan. Maaga pa naman," I smiled in an effort to brush off any worry she may have. "Sa greenhills na lang ako dadaan."
I know that she knows that I know that I'll be late. Napangiti na lang sya at napa-iling.
"Tara, Mag breakfast na tayo. Nakahain na," she said as she walked towards to door.
She is a wonder. It doesn't matter how early I wake up. She will always wake up at least an hour earlier. She gestured towards the kitchen where we usually eat together. Dalawa na lang kami, so there is no point in using the dining table.
"Sige susunod na ko." (I made a quick peek kung natapos na yung mga torrent ko)
As I closed my door behind me, I looked at her as she walked towards the stairs at the far end of the corridor. I thought of the hundred times she was in my room, and it didn't feel the least bit uneasy. Everything feels different now. Although it gets uneasy whenever we are in the same room alone together, the uneasiness feels ok. It feels "just right".
I sped and caught up with her as she entered the kitchen. "...Thank you nga pala," I tried to say. I must've muttered some of the syllables because she seemed to take an eternity to reply.
"Baket?" she asked as she poured coffee into the 2 mugs beside the 2 plates on the small kitchen table.
"For waking me up," I said. She smiled at me. Suddenly it doesn't feel like its too cold out anymore.
Its around 6:30 am and I can already hear her footsteps along the corridor heading to my room to wake me up.
"Al?, gising ka na?" she spoke softly as she knocked on my door. She knows I'm a light sleeper and she doesn't have to shout to wake me up. Not that anyone would complain if she did. Since nanay left for the US last february, dalawa na lang kami sa bahay.
I got up and started fixing my bed. "Tuloy."
"Goodmorning. Sira ba alarm mo?", she asked as she peeped her head in my room.
"Di naman," I said as I took a quick survery of my room for anything thats potentially embarrassing. All clear. "Ang lamig kasi kaya nakakatamad bumangon."
"Oo nga no eh," she complained. "Tapos na yata summer."
She walked towards my bed and held the other end of the blanket I was folding. Honestly, I never fixed my bed voluntarily.
"6:30 na," she said as she took my end to give the blanket a last fold before laying in on the pillows. "Baka ma-late ka. Diba sa Ortigas ka ngayon?"
Our fingers touched for a moment. Wala naman syang reaction.
Yup. She's right. I'll probably be late. The way she said those words didn't help either. That tone of her voice always catches me off-guard. The way she asks me isn't like something that she would just say as a normal reaction to someone who would arrive at work around 30 minutes later than usual. Its like she is asking a person who has never been late in his entire life. It seemed more "in the moment". It seemed... genuine.
"Di yan. Maaga pa naman," I smiled in an effort to brush off any worry she may have. "Sa greenhills na lang ako dadaan."
I know that she knows that I know that I'll be late. Napangiti na lang sya at napa-iling.
"Tara, Mag breakfast na tayo. Nakahain na," she said as she walked towards to door.
She is a wonder. It doesn't matter how early I wake up. She will always wake up at least an hour earlier. She gestured towards the kitchen where we usually eat together. Dalawa na lang kami, so there is no point in using the dining table.
"Sige susunod na ko." (I made a quick peek kung natapos na yung mga torrent ko)
As I closed my door behind me, I looked at her as she walked towards the stairs at the far end of the corridor. I thought of the hundred times she was in my room, and it didn't feel the least bit uneasy. Everything feels different now. Although it gets uneasy whenever we are in the same room alone together, the uneasiness feels ok. It feels "just right".
I sped and caught up with her as she entered the kitchen. "...Thank you nga pala," I tried to say. I must've muttered some of the syllables because she seemed to take an eternity to reply.
"Baket?" she asked as she poured coffee into the 2 mugs beside the 2 plates on the small kitchen table.
"For waking me up," I said. She smiled at me. Suddenly it doesn't feel like its too cold out anymore.
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