@theChurch

(This is a rushed update! so many things to write about)

We sat the back part of the Church of Saints Peter and Paul for the Sunday mass. I must confess that I'm not really a religious person and that I don’t make it my priority to go to mass every Sunday. This is one of the rare times we went to mass just the 2 of us together. I can’t focus on the mass and my mind was being flooded with the so many thoughts, I can’t even recall the homily.

My eyes were wandering around the church. To our right were a couple and a young toddler. I can only assume that the three of them are a family. The mother was telling the young boy that it’s praying time, not playing time.

I wondered if the people in the church took us for a couple. I smiled to myself and toyed with that thought all throughout the mass. Imagining us going out without having to worry about what other people thought of us sure did make the time fly. It’s not hard to think about it. We pretty much do the same things that we do day in and day out, but instead of having her do things for me, we'll be doing things together. May 14 is mother's day and I wondered if she will be a good mother. But for her to be a mother, we would have to... I'm sorry God. I shouldn't be thinking about those things especially when I'm in church. I don’t want to get ahead of myself.

I suddenly thought about a conversation I had with my friend who invited me to Wednesday's party. He was teasing me about what will happen if the maid and I finally become a couple. I said siguro we have to get a new maid kasi I couldn't allow her to continue doing hose work like it’s her responsibility. "Wag na pare," he laughed. "Masamang mag 2 time." He would take a step backward and laugh.

I'm not affected by his comments. I've been called atchay killer a thousand times already. I welcome his swings at our situation because it relieves the tension and from him I find the strength to laugh about this predicament.

I have to thank him for inviting me to the party.

It was around that stream of thought when she suddenly held my hand.

I probably looked stupid when I stared at her. In my mind I was screaming "wtf?!" while she raised my right hand. I was stuck in that stupid look for about a good five seconds until I recognized that the hymn for the Lord's Prayer is playing. "Our Father na pala," I thought to myself.

I tried to keep looking forward and I even tried to sing. I was thinking then that I probably looked stiff. I tried to relax but it seems she has the capability of controlling all my nerves just by holding my hand.

She lowered and let go of my hand as the music started to fade. My lungs finally remembered how to exhale. "Hoy mahiya ka nga! Nasa simbahan ka!" I reminded myself until the mass ended.

"Al, Ok ka lang?" she asked as we walked towards the car. "Pikit ka ng pikit kanina tapos nangingiti ka pa," she smiled.

T_T. She noticed. I tried so hard to hide my embarrassment. "Hehe sorry. May naalala lang ako," I said and what followed was probably my most silliest fake laugh of all time.

"Obvious nga eh," she excalimed. Oh yeah, rub it in why don’t yah. T_T

We got in the car and drove of to Glorietta. Its time to go get her a dress. ^_^