Which is better: Fast food or Homemade Food?
This question had set a rivalry between the fast food frycook Alexander "Alex" C. Ramos and house chef Alice Flonne A. Molina. Having the best skills that they had, they decided to tour the country with a...
She struggles to use her legs to push pedals of the food truck. She claims that her legs have finally has a little movement...enough to drove the truck...at least slowly. But right now, she gives all the energy that she has to make her legs push the pedals...but to no avail...her legs are lifeless again. It's time to make a move.
"Umm...Flonne, let me handle this, okay?" I try to intervene but...
"Hey! Don't bother me!" Flonne just scolded me. "Let me handle this, please?"
Claire grins at me, as Flonne begins to use her crutches to compliment her legs in pushing the pedals. Because of this, the truck's speed is inconsistent...sometimes it gets too fast, sometimes too slow and one time...Flonne's crutch push the accelerator too hard that we speed up towards a bus in front of us.
"THE BRAKE, FLONNE! THE BRAAAKE!!!!"
"WAAAAH!!!!" Flonne pushes the brakes...using her legs...and all the energy that is left for driving. The truck do stopped but...
"UUUGH!!! OOOW!!!" Flonne slammed her face into steering wheel...and as she recovers...I notice that she's close to...umm...crying...
"...Lexi...sniff...Lexi...sniff...my head...sniff...it hurts...sniff...it hurts so bad! Huhuhu!!!"
"There, there...I told you that let me drive, now look what you've done to yourself." I hug my childish girlfriend to calm her down. "Don't worry, let me kiss your forehead to get you better."
And that's what I did, in the midst of the silent flirts of Danica and Claire, I kiss Flonne's forehead...like a parent to his child. It's...umm...embarrassing, isn't?
"Now, can you let me drive now?" I ask my once fiesty driver. "You need to heal your legs, okay?"
Flonne silently nodded, as I took over the wheel and continue our drive into unchartered roads...searching for our next destination: the city of Calbayog.
"Excuse me, sir. Can you tell me where is Calbayog?" I stop in random place every now and then, asking pedestrians for directions.
"Oh, you just need to go straight ahead of the main road."
"Alright, thanks."
We traveled for a little less than a hour after we dock in town of Allen in Northern Samar. For the entire trip, we see rural settlements, tall coconut trees and grasslands, vast farmlands and a view of the seascape...just like our nature trail through Quezon and Bicol.
Then the scenery turns a little bit urban...when we began to pass by many houses and businesses. Little did we know that we are already arrived in Calbayog.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
