Quickies

surname

FICTION

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"faulkerson stop ogling at my legs."

"can't help it mendoza."

"i said stop. and stop showing off that dimple."

"my dimple is harmless. it's my smile and biceps you should be worried about."

"isa pang hirit hahambalusin kita ng boots ko."

"you won't. ayaw mong nadudumihan ang paa mo kaya you won't even attempt taking off those cute little boots of yours."

"argh, lahat talaga may sagot ka? so ikinagaling mo na yan?!"

"mas magaling ako sa ibang bagay, alam mo yan...aray!"

"isa pang panghaharot, i will really leave you to attend that function on your own!"

"no, you won't. you love me too much."

"shet. argh. bakit ba kasi nakabarong ka?!"

"i told you ribbon cutting yun. i didn't say na magbihis ka ng parang magpapa-salon ka."

"hindi mo naman sinabing ribbon cutting ng art gallery yun! you just told me to go casual, this is casual for me! ibaba mo na lang ako sa mall, di na ko sasama!"

"hey, no! sasamahan mo ko, you promised!"

"ano ba naman ang gagawin ko dun? i'm dressed wrong! baka mamya mga kapitaga-pitagan ang mga bisita dun, then they'll see me with you, iisipin nila you abducted me."

"wow, abduct talaga? come on, you'll be fine. besides, we're still on for tagaytay after, di ba?"

"pupunta tayong tagaytay ng nakabarong ka pa din?!"

"eh ano naman? ipinagdala naman kita ng wedding gown mo sa likod eh. aray! mendoza! stop hitting me, i'm driving!"

"ang kulit mo kasi, kung makapagbiro ka sa kasal...you haven't even proposed..."

"what was that? i didn't catch the last one..."

"wala. eyes on the road, faulkerson. o, why are we stopping?"

"you said i haven't even proposed."

"ha? sabi nino?"

"ikaw. i heard you. i know we've just been together for a year but...i want you to know that i'm serious about you mendoza, i love you. and as much as i like saying your surname because it rolls off my tongue very smoothly, i will be the happiest man ever if you take on my surname as well."

"..."

"maine? love? hey...mendoza, why are you crying? shit, i'm sorry. is it too soon? i'm not forcing you to answer now, i'll let you think about it, mendoza..."

"shut up and call me mrs. faulkerson."