The Promise

Chapter 9 - I Brought Home A Man Again. But He's not MY Man.

Chapter 9 – I Brought Home A Man Again. But He’s not MY Man.

“Hey.” Dylan flashed me a toothy grin. I couldn’t help but leap and give him a bear hug. “So, is this a habit of yours? Tackling at people?”

I hit him playfully and laughed, “No, luckily it’s just you.”

“Well then, lucky me.” he chuckled. I hit him again.

We laughed for a few seconds. I’m glad to see Dylan. I missed him so much, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was going to surprise you. But I guess I failed.” I noticed his gaze was at my dog, tearing the wrapper of something. “I can see that this is your dog that tackled me first.” I glanced at Pochie, I felt my cheeks heat up, Why am I such an embarrassment? “And stole my skittles at my back pocket.” he added.

Scrunching my nose and bit my lower lip, “I truly am sorry for that Dylan. Pochie’s a sucker for skittles, like me.”

“Nah, I don’t mind. I could always buy another.” he squatted and pats Pochie’s head. The golden retriever then licked his hands playfully.

I smiled looking at them. He’s so adorable with animals, “So, are your parents with you?”

He stood up and nodded. “Yeah, we got here yesterday afternoon. I’m from Negros you know.”

“I thought your from Cebu?”

We started walking because it was getting late. Well, he started walking while I was on my board my hand was on his shoulder, so I didn’t really put much effort because I’m being pulled by him.

He offered to walk Pochie himself instead because she might run again and pull me with her. I happily handed him the leash.

We continued talking while walking. I wanted to talk to him because he was not answering my skype and messages on facebook.

“My dad is. He goes there a lot for work so he thought why not buy a condo there? Meanwhile, my mom’s from here. She went to Cebu  for work stuff too and that’s how they met.” I nodded in understanding, he then added, “And bumping to each other, like the first time, is how we met.”

“W-we can’t keep meeting like this.”

“Why not?” he knitted his brows in confusion.

“Oh, I don’t know but it hurts like fudge?” I answered hin sarcastically.

“But you’re the one on top of me.” he smirked.

“The way you said it, sounds so wrong.” he chuckled at my response. I groaned when I saw our white old gate, “Well, this is me.”

“Oh,” was his only response. He tilted his head and smiled, “Hey Mrs. Edwards!” he also waved.

I didn’t notice my mother was at the porch, I turned my head to our house, I saw her waving at him back, “Oh, hello Dylan! What brings you here?” she replied.

“My parents and I are also on a vacation. Mom lives here too.”

“Really? Do you mind if you stay for dinner?”

“I’d love to Mrs. Edwards but I can’t. My family will visit my grandparents later on.”

“Oh it’s okay. Maybe next time then?”

He nodded, “I wouldn’t miss it.” I saw my mother smile and dad stepping out of the house. He flashed a cheeky grin. I rolled my eyes at my annoying dad.