An Nth Year Time Jump- One Shot

An Nth Year Time Jump

Ugh, my head hurts from hangover. My memories are fuzzy and the only thing I remember last night is that my fiancée, Lis, threw a party for me because I got promoted. It's been a busy couple of months for us. We need to pay the bills, the construction of our dream house, our cars, and the wedding, so the increase in pay is such a relief. A college degree doesn't really secure any good job nowadays, you still need to work hard and kiss the right asses to climb the ladder and go to the top.

The blinds are open and the fact that the sun is blinding me determines that it's going to be another hot day. Global Warming is now a huge issue and everyone is required to follow proper segregation of waste and the usage of environmental-friendly materials is also a must. The smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen entered our room. It smells savory and also sweet at the same time. That being said, I jumped out of bed and stretched a little bit. Looking through the mirror, I noticed I've put on some weight, maybe it's the holidays or I just lack proper exercise.

I've put on a plain white v-neck shirt and proceeded to the kitchen. Our apartment is actually a fifty squared-meter condominium unit, I just call it "apartment" because I kind of got used to it. It's on the twentieth floor so the view is pretty decent. It was fully furnished when we bought it. The walls are white so sometimes it feels like you're in a hospital. We decided we should put some paintings on the wall to balance that out. I don't know why or how but each corner ended up getting filled with Lis' weird looking paintings.

When I arrived at the kitchen, Lis is standing at the counter chopping some onions. She's wearing an oversized Aerosmith shirt, and pink shorts that's cover by the XL shirt, and it's all topped with a floral apron. I stared at her and thought about how much she has changed since the first few years we were dating. She can now talk to others without getting flustered. She can obviously cook and she matured, a lot. Her laptop's on our table, her e-mail is open, and soothing French Music, La Vie En Rose, is playing.

Our kitchen is filled with black and silver appliances, Most of the time it smells like a great variety of fruits, but this time the strong odor of onion covers the air, it kind of make my eyes tear up a little bit. Our table was originally a dark oak wood six –sitter, but since I got promoted last year we've been having a lot of visits from my bosses and their wives so we kind of replaced it with a light mahogany eight-sitter, but now that I got promoted again I'm worried I might need to buy an even bigger one.

I tapped the kitchen door to get her attention."Good morning Sweet-cakes." she said without looking at me. I looked at the table and it has scrambled eggs, omelet, fried rice, hot dogs, and some fried vinegar marinated milkfish. Our matching cups have different contents, since I love coffee and Lis only drinks tea. "Good morning Sweetcheeks. You're overcooking again," I replied pointing at the food on the table. She turned and answered "I thought you'd be hungry sice you didn't really eat that much last night." my stomach grunted, she's right, she is my fiancée after all.

She's so focused on cooking that she didn't notice the phone was beeping. "The phone's ringing honey," I said looking at the phone. "Please check it out, because the tomatoes will spoil if I leave them like this." She replied, focusing on her oh-so-delicate tomatoes. I walked towards our living room, I stopped, she called me "Oh and Biii, your medicine is here if your head still hurts, you know, because of the hangover. I love you!" I can't help but to smile, "Later Biii, I love you too." I answered. "God I'm so lucky, what did I do to deserve this? I love her so much", I thought to myself.

I answered the phone, it's on top of the side table beside the couch in front our television set. "Hello, Mr.Baluyot speaking," my voice sounds awful. "Finally, Aldrin, we need you here. Mr. Sakuragi from Kyoto Construction Corporation is here for our business deal. " Mr. Rizal, my boss, said in an urgent tone. "Yes sir. I'll be there as soon as possible." I answered and then he hung up. Daily life of a company Engineer is really busy. Most of the time I need to change my personal schedule to cope up with my work.