Holding On With Maybe (Holding On Series #2)

21

"Although to be honest, for the six years that have passed, nothing much has changed."

"Shit! Yes, I'm on my way."

I immediately ended the call and threw my phone at my bedside table as I rush to my comfort room. Mabilis akong naligo, nag-toothbrush, at nagbihis nang malaman ko na nasa airport na sila.

I was muttering curses as I prepare my things and double-check if I forgot something. Nag-ring yung phone ko bago ako makapasok sa sasakyan ko. Inis kong hinagis sa backseat yung bag ko bago ko yun sinagot.

"Papunta na 'kong airport," I tried to sound that I'm calm.

"Engineer Segvillon, dito kita kailangan sa site. Anong airport ang sinasabi mo?"

Napatingin ako sa caller ID at para akong nabuhusan ng malamig na tubig nang makita kong si Mau na pala yung kausap ko.

"I'll be there in four hours, I think?" I told her as I get inside my car. I put her into a loudspeaker as I put my phone in the passenger seat before I turned the engine on. "May susunduin lang ako sa airport."

"The reason why you're grumpy early in this morning," she assumed. I was hearing a lot of things in the background, the usual sounds I hear on the site. For years of working as an engineer, it's not surprising that it's becoming music to my ears.

"You could say that." I nodded as if she's seeing me.

"Okay then, drive safely! Text ko na lang sa'yo yung mga concerns ko regarding the project. Nakita ko na yung mga adjustments mo sa blueprint ko."

"Yeah, sure."

As the call ended, I started to drive on the way to the airport. The traffic really worsens my day. I massaged my forehead as I watch how slow the vehicles are moving in front of mine. Unti-unti ko na rin nararamdaman yung init dahil anong oras na.

It's been six years yet this traffic is still a huge problem, but the sun's heat is something I'm already used to.

Although to be honest, for the six years that have passed, nothing much has changed.

Aside from the fact that I came back to my old school during my second year in college and Callixto came along. Going back to that place brings so much memory but that didn't really help because I often found myself seeking the memories I had with Bobbie.

I know Callixto did too.

Even if my old friends were there, I still feel uncontented and unhealed.

Maybe, running away was not the best option to deal with the pain I felt, to forget it, to move on from what happened, but I will never regret that I did that, because I wouldn't feel that I was strong enough to surpass the six years, mostly having myself alone.

I did fine. I graduated from college, passed the licensure exam, and immediately got a job right after. I'm fine, really, but incompletely.

"One hour and twenty-two minutes late," he spoke while looking at his watch.

I rolled my eyes at him and helped him and his sister with their baggage.

"A simple thank you is enough," I responded.

"Thank you Grace," Ate Ceeya whispered to me as she anchored her arm to mine. "Don't mind my stupid brother. Just consider his attitude right now as a jet lag. Hindi naman kami nainip sa paghihintay."

"Why?" I asked. I was kind of intrigue as to how Ate Ceeya said those words.

"Someone's interested with Calli," Ate Ceeya smirked at Callixto whose head was already shaking. "Kind of entertained him until you came," she continued.