Clarity (A SANDRO MARCOS FANFICTION)

27. Before

AIRI

Sandro surprised me with Mayfield farm tour on our third year together. It was a reward too because I made it as one of the managers in my department. It wasn't a walk in the park to get that job. Andaming setbacks because I was young and some didn't believe in my ability. They think I lack experience in the industry I was in. It was true. But I also believe I deserved it.

I attended trainings and seminars recommended to me. Kahit day off ay naghahanap ako ng opportunity to learn and to prove myself. Some praised me. Some doubted me. At the end of the day, there was one person who was always there to believe in me. Sandro Marcos.

Sandro took my hands as he drove. We were heading to the Mayfield farm today. I asked for a three day leave in which they approved. I needed this break because I feel burned out from all the things that I have been doing. He kissed my hands and gave me one of his genuine smiles.

I smiled back and looked outside. I felt a bit scared as I remembered our conversation months ago.

78 Days ago

I was plopping down the carpet while sipping my glass of wine. In front of me was our journal. We started to journal our ten-year goal after a year of dating so we can write anything down whenever we feel like it.

I put a check on the page where I wrote I would be a manager.

"Congratulations on achieving that one Cinnamon. I am so proud of you." Sandro muttered beside me as he sat down on the carpet.

I looked at him and grinned. "Anong gusto mo? I'll buy you something." I told him.

He laughed and leaned down to kiss my forehead a bit. "I just want you to take care of yourself Airi."

I frowned. "You don't want anything else?"

Sandro shook his head. "I have to tell you something."

He looked serious so umayos ako ng upo at tinignan siya.

"What is it Sandro?" I asked him intently.

He sighed then smiled. "I have been thinking of going back to the Philippines."

"I can take a leave from work and we can go together if you want. Ilang araw ang gusto mo?" I asked him.

"I meant by going back. Permanently. Get a job probably in the congress or something." He told me.

I looked at Sandro and smiled. He told me once that he might enter politics and I know myself that it wasn't impossible. He came from a family who has been in politics for years starting from his grandfather, father, father's sister then to his cousin who he mentioned is a governor in Ilocos Norte.

"Okay Sandro," I muttered. " What do you plan to do?" I asked him.

Sandro took my hands and played with them.

"I am planning to ask my uncle who is in the House of Representatives if I could intern in his office. Maybe that would be a good start," I nodded and urged him to go on. He pressed his lips together. "I will learn from there I guess and then decide what happens next after a year or two." He shared.

I caressed his cheeks with my other hand. "That is an amazing plan Sandwo. I know you can do it."

"But I will be missing you in exchange of that dream." He replied, looking at me.

I laughed. "We'll miss each other. That's for sure. But isn't it the right moment Sandwo? To know if we are really meant for each other despite the distance, career plans and decisions we make for ourselves and for us."