Holdap (Sumilao Series #1)

KABANATA 48

Miguel

When was the last time that I saw her? 

My eyes are focused on reading the documents that I was holding, but somehow my mind is wandering off elsewhere. 

I heaved a sigh and decided to put down the documents. Hinimas ko pa ang noo ko at sumandal sa kinauupuan ko. It's hard to focus lalo na't may iba akong iniisip. Walang pumapasok at wala akong may naiintindihan sa binabasa ko.

Why? Is it because of her? Dahil ba, makikita ko na siya ulit? 

I felt my chest warm up at the thought of that. Kahit pigilan ko man, the anticipation is still there.  The anticipation of looking forward to someone whom I've been missing like hell for weeks is there. 

My heart and mind have been screaming for you endlessly, Dana.

The sudden vibration of my phone caught my attention, and I would be lying if I said that I didn't feel my heart thump when Armani's message showed on the screen. 

Armani:

We're here.

I bit my lip hard in an effort to calm my excitement. Kahit nanginginig man ang mga kamay ko, I still reached my phone to reply. As chill as I could. 

Me:

Tagal niyo. Kanina pa kami naghihintay.

As I pressed send, muli akong napasandal sa upuan at hinayaang sumilay ang ngiti sa labi ko. No matter how hard I try to suppress it, wala eh. The overwhelming emotions that I'm feeling right now are too much for me to handle. 

How is she? Is she anticipating me as well? 

"Miguel?" 

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock. Automatically, my back straightened when I heard my mom's voice.

"I'm here," I answered. She then opened the door and greeted me with a smile. I smiled awkwardly back in response. 

I already made amends with my parents, especially my mom. Pero hindi ibig sabihin nun ay maayos na ang relasyon namin. A bond that has been tarnished for years is not something that can be easily fixed overnight. The awkwardness and stiffness are still there.

"How is it? Are you done? Ready ka na?" She asked in the most soothing voice. My father is leaning at the door frame. I can tell by the look on his face that he is filled with contentment just by looking at us. 

However, we are trying. My mom especially is doing the best she can to make our bond grow deeper and tighter. Even I, from time to time, go out of my way to start topics that we both can talk about. The feeling of awkwardness is still there and there are also times that I feel uneasy. But the good thing is, at least we're trying right?