They say that a love like ours is a rare find. Our story and all of those little things we had are rare. I say, my wife Myrtle is rare, when people asks me.
Sa dami naming pinagdadaanang mag-asawa, sino ba magaakalang kami pa din ang magkakatuluyan? Tatanda na magkasama? It's been 20 years, since I married her, our two kids are now in college. Myrtle and I were left alone in the house, tuwing week end umuuwi ang dalawang anak namin. They decided to go to UCLA.
Myrtle is now, a children's book illustrator and still an architect too. She's still kind and at 45 she still looks beautiful as the day I met her. Only a few wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. She's sitting in her draft table as I sat on a chair just adjacent to her table. Strumming my guitar, looking at her lovingly. I think, I will never stop loving my wife, ang dyosang ito titigilan ko mahalin? No way!
I keep an eye on her as she draws a design for a building she would soon present to a client. After quite some time, tumingin ito sa akin at ngumiti.
"I thought you'd never notice me, love." I smiled at her.
She puts her pen down, she stands up and sits in my lap, trapping me with a hug. She knows this flusters me. She smiled bago ako masuyong hinalikan sa labi.
"Pwede ba namang hindi kita pansinin, love?" she smiles evilly at me.
"Love? Anong iniisip mo?" natataranta ko nang sabi sa kanya as she looks at me full of love and lust.
She straddles in my lap and puts her arms around my neck.
"Make love to me, wubb wubb. Please?" she sexily replied to me.
Para yatang pinawisan ako, kahit na winter naman at malamig naman. I kissed her lips, softly and passionately. I carried her to the bed, while she held on to me. I sat us on the bed. She sat on top of me, straddled.
We continued kissing, each one more intense than the previous one. Huhubaran ko na sana ito ng pang itaas, nang biglang pumasok ang baby boy namin.
"Mom, Ma?! What are you two doing?" He exclaimed as he covers his eyes with both hands.
"Gareth, how many times have I told you to knock before you enter a room?" My wife Myrtle said in irritation.
"Mom, I did knock. You just didn't hear me." He chuckles at his mom.
"Hey, enough with your reasoning young man!" I admonished him.
"Sorry Momma. I was just... I..." He says as he puts his head down.
"Halika nga dito." I waved him toward me.
He took a step and sat at the edge of the bed.
"What is it you need?" I asked him as Myrtle sat on top of me, straddled. She was burying herself down the crook of my neck.
"I was wondering if you two are available for dinner this evening." He says.
"Do we have plans tonight wubb?" Tanong ko na sa asawa ko.
She faces our son and says.
"We don't wubb."
"Great. Get ready at 7pm, both of you. Dress like you guys are going to prom.Nicely alright?" Gareth said
"Uhm, okay? Pero bakit anak?"
"Basta Mommy. Please?"
My wife looked at me suspiciously.
"Love, wala akong kinalaman dito."
"Okay, Gareth. What's up? Papayag lang ako kung sasabihin mo kung bakit kailangan namin magbihis ng Momma mo."
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Two Steps Behind
RomanceWhen Devin met Myrtle, Devin didn't want to have any friends, but is soon drawn to Myrtle. She falls in love with her faster than you could say, LOVE. Time and separation of two hearts that beats as one, can they endure this? Will Myrtle finally giv...
