Remembering Mr. Perfect

Thirty Four

"Antoinette? Is this really you?" Hindi makapaniwalang tanong niya sa akin. Alam kong nabobosesan niya ako. I covered my mouth with my hand as I try to control my sobbing.

"Yes baby, it's me." My voice is barely a whisper.

"Where are you?" Nakarinig ako ng ingay sa kabilang linya. Mga gamit na nagkakanda hulog. Natataranta na rin si Heath. Natataranta na parang ako lang. Sinabi ko sakanya ang lokasyon ko, "Wait there I am coming to get you but don't drop this call." Utos niya.

I waited for him to come for me. I waited for my Mr. Perfect to come and get me. Few moments later there was a commotion outside the store. I stayed at my seat as the double doors swung open by a strong force.

And then I saw my husband. I saw my Mr. Perfect. Sweating heavily, in his favorite silk PJ's and black vneck shirt. His eyes searched the store wildly. Pero maliit lang naman ito, hindi siya mahihirapan na mahanap ako.

I stood up as soon as his eyes landed on me. And it was like the first time I saw him. I am terrified but excited. "Antoinette..." He called out as he walked slowly towards me. Nakahawak pa rin kaming parehas sa cellphone dahil hindi pa rin naibababa ang tawag ko sa kanya.

His smile grew wider and wider and before I knew it, I am locked inside his protective embrace. "Oh God baby, I missed you. I missed you so much." Narinig ko na lang ang pagbagsak ng mga cellphone na hawak namin sa sahig.

All I did was to whimper as I cling onto him. All the fear I am feeling was erased when I felt Heath's warmth. I feel safe, I feel like nothing can harm me.