Aria is NBSB, she doesn't have an experience of having a relationship until adulthood. Now that she's becoming thirty, she reminisce those moments on her youth and seeks out the answer on why she's still single.
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What I used to know about October was that it was supposed to be about creepy stuff for Halloween, rainy days, and breezy winds. Definitely not about couples parading on every corner of my area like it's Valentine's in fall.
It's way too much for me, a 29-year-old NBSB (Never Been Seen with a Boyfriend), to watch all this mushy rom-com energy in what would otherwise be some seriously nice weather. Well, except for the rain. Oh, right—the rain! I don't even have an umbrella!
I've been telling everyone that being single isn't that bad, but there's a tiny devil inside me that sometimes forgets to play it cool. Like, I don't need a boyfriend, but I do get a little twitchy seeing people enjoying the perks of being in a relationship. Like in this moment, every woman I saw passing is all snuggled under umbrellas with their boyfriends while I'm out here huddled under the sliver of roof sticking out from Aling Cathy's sari-sari store, trying not to look as soaked and sorry as I feel.
Just as I'm mentally cursing my luck, my phone rings—nearly slipping out of my rain-soaked hand. It's my boss. Oh, perfect timing. I only left the office five minutes ago. What now? Do I need to go back to our office? I just got off from there.
"Raki, where did you put the list I requested? I said I needed it on my desk. I'm meeting the new sponsor in fifteen minutes, and I don't see it." Geez. You're one hell of an idiot, Maria Rakiel. It's still on my desk.
My stomach drops. "Oh...I—I'm sorry, Sir Dwayne! It's on my desk. I must've forgotten. I'll just, uh, tell Sara to grab it and bring it to you." I said while stabbing myself in my mind.
"Well you should be more sorry 'coz Sara already went home. Only I, the sponsors and my secretary Olive were here." As well as I Am, I should've been off from my duty already. I am 15 kilometers away from our office and for the love of God, it's raining!
"Then maybe Olive can do a favor for me?" I gambled saying, whispering the desperation from this call.
"Well, Olive is busy making coffee for everyone and preparing for the meeting, Ms. Ramos. The meeting will start at 15 minutes. I need it before this meeting starts. You'll have to handle this. Or consider that promotion you've been wanting...reconsidered " His voice is a little shaky already. He is serious. I've been waiting for that promotion for 3 years, I don't want that to be wasted.
My heart sinks. This promotion is my shot after three long years. I don't have a choice. "Right. I'm coming now, sir. Just got stuck in traffic. But I'll be there, I promise. And I'm sorry again." I said. I don't know what I'm doing anymore, already sprinting into the downpour, my tiny bag clinging to me like it's questioning every life decision I've made.
"You should be." He turned off the call. I ran off like a wet mouse.
By the time I burst into the office, I look like I've been pulled from a monsoon. The guard gives me a look, probably wondering why I've taken "drowned rat" so literally, but I rush past him, ignoring the janitors' raised eyebrows as water drips onto the polished floors. I just hope my make-up is not melting. My hands were dry enough. I stash the list in a plastic envelope to protect it from my hair, which has taken on a distinct frizzy halo.
