‘Anong oras ba ako kailangan doon’, binasa ko ang message niya.
As early as 7 pm and as late as 9, mabilis kong type sa phone ko.
‘Do I need to bring something?’
Yourself, I texted back
‘Will the highest bidder bring me home after the event?’ he replied again
No, I think the instructions are there on your invitation. The highest bidder will actually pick the time comfortable for her for you to meet up and spend the day with. Nahahalata ko na ang pangungulit niya.
‘How about dinner?’, he responded again
Ah, yes, the society arranged a complimentary dinner if you want to consume that. Nakailang ulit na ba niyang tinanong sa akin yan?
‘No, you and I, can we have dinner?’ I rolled my eyes after I read his message.
I didn’t bother to reply. Everyday he bombarded me with messages pertaining to the event then he’ll pester me on having dinner with him or going out with him.
(“Hi, honey!”)
“Margaret.” I corrected him. Honey? “ What is it this time?” Hay, Tim kung hindi lang dahil kay Tita hindi ko sasagutin ang mga text at tawag mo.
(“Grumpy now? What time are you going to be there at the event?”)
“Early, I am one of the organizers,” madalian kong sabi dahil inaayos ko pa ang program ng event ni Tita.
(“Okay, what should I be wearing?”)
“Well, anything. Pwede na kahit na anong suot mo ngayon,” sinabi ko dahil sa palagay ko ay nasa clinic siya at nakaformal siya.
(“What I am wearing right now? But love I don’t wear anything right now, would that be okay if they can see what you supposed to be seeing only when we’re alone?”)
Binabaan ko na siya telepono.
*Ring!
God, Tim!
“Pwede ba tigilan mo na ako. Marami akong ginagawa,” nagtaas na ako ng boses dahil hindi ko matapos tapos ang ginagawa ko sa pang-aabala niya.
(“M-meg…sorry. Sige mamaya nalang ako tatawag.”)
Napatingin naman ako sa name na nasa phone ko. Si Kurt!
“No, no Kurt. Sorry hindi para sa iyo yon. May wrong number kasi na tawag ng tawag. Sorry. Sorry. Anong sadya mo?”
BINABASA MO ANG
Old and Unwanted
General Fiction(Sequel of A drive to find the bride. Tim's story) I'm old and a bit insecure. I have never been kissed, held and loved. I am pathetic. Do I hear the clock's ticking? Please I know that this will be the last love ride but could you please wait for m...
