"MOOOOOOOOM!" I heard my first born, Santi, 3 years old calling and running towards me.
"Baby, please dont run." He slowed down and I opened my arms to hug him. "How's school?" I asked and he frowned.
"Nako, yang anak mo, nakabasag ng table sa classroom nila." His daddy informed me and kissed me on the lips. "Napakulit. Manang mana sayo."
Five years after saying 'I do' to this second handsomest guy in the universe, well second na lang siya ngayon kase number one na si Santi, at tanggap daw niya na napalitan na siya sa spot niyang pinakagwapo, eto, I am very proud to tell you that life has never been this wonderful.
I am not perfect. Kiefer is not. Life is not Perfect and so is our marriage. There are still times na nag-aaway kami, arguing about things, mula sa pinakamalalim na hugot hanggang sa pinakamababaw. Pero ito pa din, going strong. Ang importante kase dun is yung lesson na natututunan niyo after The fight. Pero ang pinakagusto ko na part eh yung making up, naku talaga, favorite ko yun. Kaya lage ko siyang inaaway para laging may make up sesh kami. #Steamy. Ops. Hahahaha
We were happy nung kami pa lang ni Kiefer. We were able o travel a lot, do things that we love to do aside from our sports. Pero our happiness tripled when Santi came.
Akala namin talaga nun, either ako or Santi wont be able to live. Nung nagbuntis kase ako, nagkaroon ako ng complication , maagang nagmamature yung placenta ko kaya nagkakaron ng pre mature labor.
But we are very thankful that God didnt allow na may masamang mangyari ni isa sa amin ng anak ko. It would be very painful for Kiefer kung may nangyari, I couldnt just imagine how his life turns so miserable kung hindi yun naagapan.
"Is it true that you broke one of the tables in your classroom, Anak?", I asked Santi sweetly, baka matakot kase pagpinagalitan ko kaagad without knowing what happened, yung tatay niya kasi ganun, sarap kutusan minsan.
"Mom, I really didnt mean to break the table. I was pushed by one of my classmates and I fell on the table." Santi explained at lahat at ng dugo ko umakyat sa utak ko. Wala kasi akong maalalang binigyan ko ng karapatang saktan ang anak ko. ABA, my husband and I are both trying our best not to hurt Santi, tapos itutulak-tulak niya lang?! "And my back still kinda hurts.", and I saw a tear dropped from my son's eyes and I swear to God I would love to whack the head of that kid who did this to my son.
I stood up and went to our room to get the car keys and wallet. "Where are you going?", Kief asked.
"San pa ba Dad? Eh di sa hospital!",I said and carried Santi.
"Mika, ano ka ba?" And he held my arms para pigilan ako. "Nabugbog lang yang balakang ng anak mo dahil sa pagkatama niya sa mesa. Cold compress lang katapat niyan.", he said still holding my arm.
"Anung nabugbog? Didnt you see how he cried because its masakit?!" I asked while trying to shake off his hands on my arms "Nasaktan yung anak mo, anong gusto mong gawin ko?? TUmunganga lang??"
"Away bata lang naman yun Mika. Hindi yun ikakasama ng bata. Actually, it teaches Santi how to be brave and to put up a good fight.", Sa totoo lang may point naman tong asawa ko. But my concern is Santi's health. Paano kung may bali or what?? I gave him a dagger look.
Binawi ko yung braso ko tapos dumirecho na sa pinto. I held the door knob and the lights wet out. I felt my son's arms snaked my neck, natakot siguro. Kawawa naman. "Nagblack out pa. Wrong timing." But I still went to my car though, kinapa-kapa ko lang. When I was about to open the car door, bigla namang bumukas ang ilaw and I was caught off guard.
Our garden was decorated with lits of different flowers, may mga little lights all around the place, a violin artist in coat and tie, table for two and my husband standing there in his formal attire holding a huge bouquet of flowers.
He looked so gwapo I nearly dropped my jaw. "Mom, please put me down.", and I did as what my son instructed and he ran inside the house. "Enjoy your night, Mom." Parang hindi naman masakit ang balakang kung makatakbo.
And I saw Nena, one of our households, walking towards me and wrapped something around my waist. It looks like chiffon type of fabric na parang detachable na palda part ng gown, sorry dont know what its calld, and it was la salle green, and clipped my hair with a pretty hair pin.
After prepping me up, Kiefer wlked owards me with a smile, Anong meron? May ocassion ba? I inwardly asked myself.
"Hi." He said and I wanted to laugh. Para kasing teenager na nahihiya sa crush niya. I didnt want to spoil the moment though, kasi parang napakanostalgic, it has been a while since I felt some butterflies in my stomach. "Flowers for you."
"Thank you."
"Be my date tonight, Mommy." I smiled. Seriously, kinikilig ako. Since Santi was born, masyado na kaming tutok sa pagpapalaki sa kanya and sometimes, we forget ourselves na. Minsan nakakalimutan na naming mag date, nuod sine, travel together mga ganun. Namiss ko yun.
He pulled me towards the garden and the violin artist started to play, if I am not mistaken it was It Might Be You that he was playing. I wanted to cry.
We stopped in the middle of the garden which ws surrounded by beautiful lighys and flowers abd started swaying to he music's groove. "Mom, before we officially start this mini date that I prepared for you, just want you to know na hindi talaga nasaktan si Santi. Drama lang yun."
Hinampas ko nga, kung alam lang niya yun kaba ko. Nako talaga. "Pinakaba niyo akong dalawa.", he chuckled.
"It was scripted, we couldnt think of a good idea for you to be forced to go out of the house."
"Kinuntsaba niyo pa talaga yung anak ko.", nd Kiefer laughed, "Pero salamat dito, Dad ha. Sobrang nagustuhan ko."
"Youre always welcome, Mom. I love you.", e said and kissed me on the lips. "Happy 5th wedding anniversary."
My eyes widened, promises, gulat na gulat ako. Its our fifth anniversary, nakakhiya nakalimutan ko. "I know your forgot, you have been very busy lately, Mom and I am glad that you are taking care of me and Santi. Kaso minsan, nakakalimutan mo na yung sarili mo. Nasa amin lahat ng attention mo."
"Sorry, Dad. Nawala talaga sa isip ko.", I said and embraced him while still swaying.
"Mom. Thank you.", he stated and tighten his arms around me. "You are the best wife a guy could ever ask for. And I am glad God gave me you."
I chuckled, "Dad naman, kanta ng aldub yun eh.", and he laughed.
"Oo nga noh.", he laughed again, and I felt amazed that even if we have together for five years now, yung tunog ng tawa niya, sexy pa din sa pandinig ko. "Babe," his tone turned serious, "Can you promise me one thing?"
I looked at him. I was curios on what promise he would want, "Promise me na kahit anong mangyari, you would be my wife and my son's mother. You will forever love me and Santi."
I smiled, "Promise.", I said.
"Baby, gusto ko buo."
"Fine." And he smiled sweetly, "I, Mika Aereen Reyes-Ravena, promise Kiefer Isaac Crisologo Ravena that I wont leave by his side. No matter what choices he makes, whichever ournament he plays, I will be his nunber one cheerleader and I will cheer my hardest. I will forever be the best mom to our kid and wife to him. And my love for them wont fade, ever. " I felt his arm tighten around me.
"Mika Aereen Reyes-Ravena, youre my once upon a time and my happy ending. I promise that I will be yours always and forever.", and I burst out crying. It was short but sweet.
"Hay nako, Ravena, dahil sa sinabi mo feeling ko masusundan na talaga si Santi!", I quipped and he cracked up.
