Andrew's POV
Five minutes... to one hour.
There are times when love can't be enough to tolerate someone. Gaya na lang ngayon.
It's Valentine's Day. Dahil sa innate kong ka-cheesy-han, I planned a lunch date with Max. Despite my hectic schedule, pinilit 'kong i-block ang araw na 'to for my girl.
But the subject of my love and admiration is still yet to arrive on our meeting place.
After six years of being a couple, dapat sanay na 'ko sa walang-pakundangang hazardous time-table nya. Pero wth, hindi ba pwedeng ma-exempt ang Valentine's Day sa workaholic days nya?
Naka-ilang balik na ang waiter para i-refill ng juice ang baso ko nang mag-text si Maxine.
Hey, love. On my way already. Quit frowning, I can see you from here. :*
My frown got deeper.
On the way pa lang? I replied.
To which she texted back: I'm already within the area. May dinaanan lang ako. Give me fifteen minutes. Love you.
Within the area na pala siya, bakit hindi pa dumiretso dito? May mas importante pa ba sa date namin?
I took a deep breath, reminding myself of the promise I made years four years ago.
Bago pa man tanggapin ni Maxine ang trabaho bilang writer sa isang local newspaper outfit, hinanda ko na ang sarili ko sa matinding test of patience and understanding na kakaharapin ko. Siya na mismo ang nagpaintindi sa'kin ng magiging situation namin once she accepted the job offer. Unforgiving ang schedule at demanding sa oras ang pagsulat ng balita. She has to be where the news is happening.
It may be naivety to the situation, pero during that time, I was crazy enough to accept everything she does. Besides, news writing is her dream. Sino ba 'ko para humadlang?
Kaya naman after four years of bearing with her spontaneous work activities, nasanay na 'ko late siya sa mga usapan namin, o kaya naman ay makansela ang mga lakad namin. Understanding and patience nga di'ba? Supportive boyfriend dapat.
Pero Valentine's ngayon eh. I can't help but feel cheated. Ako nga na nagha-handle ng malaking advertising company, nakakapag-adjust ng oras. Siya pa kaya?
You're an employer; she's an employee. There's the difference.
Fine. I'm being irrational. But still. Ugh. Whatever.
I texted her again, guilty of too much complaining: Okay. Just get here safely. Love you more.
BINABASA MO ANG
Clocks and Pens
Short StoryBlue Pools and Lattés Part 2! I lost my account that I used to write Blue Pools and Lattés. I badly want to publish a continuation to that story, so ta-da! This story is still raw (editing is a torture) so bear with my typos! Xoxo, lululululouise...
