Just friends

Hope

I sat outside his house, waiting for him.

"Miss aya, sa loob na po kayo maghintay, baka may dinaanan lang po si senyorito" mang kanor said.

"Ayos lang, Mang kanor. Gusto ko din naman po magpahangin muna sa labas." I said.

"Pero Miss Aya..."

"Si mang kanor talaga, ok lang po ako. Sige na, pahinga na po kayo. Ako ng bahala dito" I told mang kanor.

He gave me a shy smile.

"Kayo pong bahala... " he said,and went inside his house.

I sat outside his house, waiting for King's arrival. Even Andre wasn't back yet.

I took a deep breath.

Two guys, who say they love. And yet, both of them, left me alone here.

Perfect.

I walk back and forth.

Its 11:30 p.m. already, King did not stay outside for this long.

Well, he did, but always with me.

I waited for a few minutes, hating every minute of it.

It's exactly midnight.

I cannot wait for him any longer, I want to see him. NOW.

I walk around the Boracay shores, trying to look for King.

I went to the usual restaurant we loved eating burger's at, he was not there.

I went to the ice cream shop, we used to have ice cream crepes, he was not there.

I went to the calamansi muffin bake shop, I knew he was not there.

But, it was 12 midnight and walking around Boracay makes me hungry.

I went to all the usual place we went to, he was not there.

My heart breaks inch by inch feeling his absence.

Then it struck me, he better be not there.

And as if, destiny was playing a trick on us.

I saw him, drinking alone.

He was dinking really hard, under the crazy dance music on the background.

"KING!!!!" I screamed at him.

But, the music was too loud.

There were too many people inside the bar, I was having a complete struggle to go to him.

Until, my long time nightmare has come true.

A girl, wearing shorts, that is too short to pass as a short. with plunging neckline, and bikini as peeking through her clothes.

I get it. this is Boracay, and nobody cares if you want to show your whole body.

Swimsuits is allowed.

But being cheap is NOT.

I saw how she looks at my King, MY KING. the nerve of that girl.

She had this smirk in her face, ready to attack.

She walk closer to King, as I stand in the middle of the dance floor, frozen with anger.

She "accidentally" bumped him, and "accidentally" pouring the drink to her clothes.

King was startled, he looked at the girl.