"Mom, if it's okay to you I'll just go out with Catherine and Margaret," I lied and crossed my fingers behind my back wishing she'll let me go out at this hour.
"It's getting late na, sweetie, saan ba kayo pupunta?" My mom asked and glanced at the huge wall clock 8:30 p.m.
"Uh.." I started trying to make a reason in my mind, "sleep over, yes. Sleepover." I tightly smiled while waiting her respond. It wasn't actually a sleepover either a hang out with my friends but a date with her, with Ms. Marcos. After our two months together, this is the first real date with her and I couldn't hide my excitement to be with her to such a cozy restaurant.
"Alright then," my eyes lit up, "pero wag kang magpapa- gabi," I frowned causing my mom to laugh, "not funny, mom," I shook my head. I bid her goodbye before heading out to our double door.
"Take care!" I heard her shout before I could make it to our gate.
I walked for more minutes from our house to meet her on her black sedan car,"hi," I greeted as soon as I step in in her car and kissed her cheek, "I'm sorry for keeping you wait," she smiled and held my hand, "It's okay, shall we?" I nodded in response.
"What kind of restaurant you want?" She asked and maneuver the steering wheel with her manly yet feminine hands. I was a bit distracted with the view missing her question to be answered.
"U-uhm..Italian would be good," I stuttered causing her to chuckle. Damn why is she so good in everything? I am the luckiest girl, indeed.
"You have a good choice," she said and glanced at me back to the road. I smiled, "Uh-huh, kaya nga I chose you," I flirted trying to sound it normal. I saw her blushed despite the dim light inside the car. How cute.
Her next move made me froze for a seconds, she put her hand in my bare left leg as I was just wearing a fitted white dress while her other hand is on the steering wheel. Thankful that my mother didn't ask me for wearing this after reasoning out that I'll be with my friends to sleepover. Nice, Ariella your reason did not align with your looks.
I could feel her fingertips tapping my skin while she sang something in a low tone. The night was also peaceful and windy, the traffic isn't that awful and the city lights made it more beautifully relaxing. I held her hand in my lap and intertwined our fingers that perfectly fit together. I wished it won't end, and hoping that time willl stop to cherish this moment with her.
Universe knows how much I love this woman, that I will sacrifice everything just for her. She's the best thing that ever happened to me and I want her to feel that every second of her life. She's worth loving, the dream I never thought would come true. I used to stare at her from afar, admire her from the distance until the time her hand was now mine. God, I won.
"Why are you staring at?" She chuckled, "Nothing, I just think you're beautiful," I honestly admit, she smiled. Her looks is just a bonus. The way she cared for me, the way she made me feel that I am worth for her love. She carry herself in a full of aristocracy and comeliness. How people give high respect to this woman. I swear to the stars that if we're not meant together, I don't want to fall in love again.
"I know," she agreed and a comfortable silence crept in.
After almost half an hour of driving, she pulled over at the restaurant parking lot and we headed inside gracefully. Her hand was on my lower back as she guide me to our table. The ambiance of the place was quite mesmerizing and a soft jazz music was being played at the background. Distinct voices of other customers and the chinks of cutleries satisfied my sense of hearing. Sounds weird but yes, it satisfies me.
We ordered for food and patiently waiting for it to arrived, "I'll just go to the comfort room, okay?" I said and she just nodded.
I look at my reflection in the mirror as soon as I reached inside and texted my friends to cover me up in case my mother ask them where I am.
