From Italy, Straight to Your Heart (COMPLETED)

Comfy Noise

Zeke

"Yes ma, I'm already inside the airport." I uttered these words while hurrying to my plane. I want to board earlier.

"Okay then, did you bring everything you need?" She spoke like a typical mother, just a hundred times better.

"Yes ma." I tell her, smiling.

"Do you want something to eat when you arrive? I'll cook." I'm lucky to have a sweet mom like her.

"No mom, I think Lola's adobo will have me full until tomorrow." I chuckled, exaggerating my words, of course.

"My my, I'm getting jealous." Mom used our language, Italian.

Yes, I am an Italian. I visited my Grandmother in the Philippines and stayed there the whole semestral break. Now that it's almost November, I guess I need to go back home, back to Italy. And I am.

"Don't be Ma!" I laughed out. "You cook great Italian delicacies, by the way."

"Alright son, be safe. I miss you, and I love you!"

"Of course mom, thank you! I love you too. Bye!"

"Bye." She hung up. As soon as we finished talking, I reached the plane and I shoved my phone to the pocket of my ripped jeans that Lola gave me. She said she'd bought them at a high class ukay and it is on sale.

I wonder what an ukay looks like. Does it sell H&M products too? Those are my favourites.

I checked on my watch and sees I still have 30 minutes before the plane take off so I tried to sleep, covering my face with my bench towel. Seconds after, I felt someone poked my shoulder as if trying to get my attention. Being a man of etiquette, I removed my towel and looked at her.

Yes, a girl.

I did not bother to count how many seconds she stared at me. But I noticed her pinkish lips moved about, half open but then she'd suddenly shut it and then she repeats. I see, she wanted to say something.

"Uhh," I cleared my throat and shot her a curious stare. "Do you want to say something?"

"Ahhh ehhh....uhm ahhh ano kase ehh..um.." A filipina, I see. Well, she does not look like a girl in the Philippines.

From the encounters I had with a few Filipina admirers, as they declared themselves to be. Women on their country are usually petite, brown in color or tan as some perceived, they had small noses, some even flat and they do look smart.

On the contrary, I am now face to face with a slightly taller girl. Probably above my shoulders at height, well my height is 5'11" guess I can call her tall. She had a fair skin tone, her skin's really flawless, as I can see. Her lashes are longer than mine, planted on her brightly shining wide eyes. She had a pointed nose and perfectly lined pinkish lips. Not the typical Filipina, I assume.

"Miss, I will not understand you if you will keep talking like that." She turned her face back, for me not to see. I don't actually know if she was a bit humiliated that's why she hid her face or it's something else.

"P-p-pwede po bang dyan na lang akong sa may....may.." She took a deep breath as if trying to call out the saints or was she getting some courage to speak or whatever it is. "...bintana." She let out a sigh before she continued. "F-first time ko po kasi sa eroplano. Okay lang po ba?"

I blinked, three times, if I had not lost count. No words came out of my mouth. Just then she scanned the hell out of me. As if trying to know me by the way I look. Her eyes grew wider as she realized I am not a Filipino.

"Hala shet sorry po. Y-you.. Not understand Filipino? Hala pano 'to?" She mumbled some words to herself.

I decided to ask.. "Do I look old to you?"

"Po?" I sighed. She wouldn't drop the 'po' at all.

"I mean, yes, I can understand Filipino." I told her as a matter of fact. I lived here five years long before I turned 12. At 12, I flew to Italy and decided to live with my parents again. I visit Philippines every now and then.

"T-talaga po?" Sighing like I was defeated, I stood up and offered my seat to her. I sat to her supposed-to-be seat and tried my best to sleep again but...

"First time nyo rin po ba sa Eroplano?" I shot her a dead cold stare.

"No."

"Gano'n po ba? Mukha nga po kayong mayaman Kuya eh." Kuya.

I wonder how it feels like to have a younger sibling. Calling me Kuya made me feel a glimpse of it. But she's still off. We looked the same age so calling me Kuya and addressing me 'po' as Filipinos do to elders is a bit offending to me.

"Sono ancora, giovanne lo sai."

"H-huh?" Her brows furrowed. Giving out a puzzled look. I admit she looked cute on that.

"I said stop putting po in your sentences. I'm only fifteen."

"Gano'n po ba? Pareho po pala tayo. Pero magfififteen pa lang po akong eh." I mentally face palmed out of frustration.

Such a noisy woman.

"Please fasten your seatbelts, we're about to take off."

I can see that she clearly understood what the announcement said because she suddenly shut her mouth into thin line after whispering prayers, I guess. She closed her eyes as if it is glued together. Her fists are clenched and she looked so stiff.

Now, I believe. It indeed is her first time.

Minutes after taking off, she remained in the same position so I decided to check in her. "Miss, we're already flying."

Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked the window. Guess she's amazed.

I placed my towel back on my face and slept. Really, I slept. Thank God!

Thank Him, I'll soon be done dealing with a noisy folk like this girl.

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