Yarylle / KaYel (On Hold)

Chapter 27: Woah

It has been a week since the Tagaytay trip. Yael has been very consistent on making me feel loved. He texts me everyday, sends flowers, surprises me with visits and I learned a lot about him. I never thought that he was really into plants! I was hanging out with his band and I started to call him a farmer. It stuck with his friends and he tells me it’s my fault. He’s adorably childish that way.

We decided to eat late lunch after I did Showtime—I was one of the hurados. My heart leaped when the car stopped at this Kebab restaurant. It was the same place in my dream! “Hey, you okay?” he asked, opening the door for me. “Y-Yes.”

A few moments later, we were sitting down and waiting for our order. A girl caught my eye because she looks familiar. As she got closer, I realized that she’s a friend. But not the one that woud be happy to see us together. “Ashley?” I said and we hugged. “So,” she said, looking at Yael. “You guys on a date or something?” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Actually, yes,” Yael replied. I was expecting Ash to be mad at me, slap me or something. But instead, she smiled and said, “Well, you two have fun.” And just like that, she excused herself to go to the restroom. I followed her, feeling the urge to ask what just happened.

“Ash,” I said. “Are you really okay with this?” She nodded. We locked eyes through the mirror. “I saw you in the kitchen that night, K,” she said. My mouth fell open in shock. “Right then, I knew Yael and I weren’t for each other. You are meant to be together.” “How do you say so?” I asked. She squeezed my arm. “Because I have a gut feeling that one day, you’d tie the knot.”

Back  then, I thought that it was blind hope. I never really knew that woman’s intuition can be that strong. Now, here by the door of a beautiful church in Tagaytay , standing in a white classy Francis Libiran gown, with the man who rocked my world, the man I love waiting for me inside, the three years of our relationship came flooding back into my mind.

The moment we first said I love you.

“Nasa’n na kaya ‘yon? SIya na nga ‘tong nagyaya na mag-coffee,” I muttered. Yael told me that we should meet up here. Tsss. He’s never late, but now, he appears to be. Slightly annoyed, I sat down by the empty table. Suddenly, someone holding a bunch of sunflowers approached me. At first, I had no idea who it is, since his face was covered by the beautiful bouquet. But when I looked down at his hands, he had a Mickey Mouse watch on his wrist. “For the record, I wasn’t late. I just wanted to see what it’s like if I was,” he said. He handed me the flowers. “And, I didn’t like it. So, expect me to keep my record of never being late.” He winked.

As if he could never be more perfect, he handed me the same coffee that I always order. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too.” He gave me the brightest smile. I never even thought of saying it. It came out like it was something so right. I felt him tense up as he held my hands in his. “K,” he said. “Will you give me the honor of becoming your boyfriend?” With tears in my eyes, I said yes. But it’s not the last time that I did.

Our first fight.

                “You lied to me!” I yelled. “I trusted you and you do this?” He hugged me tight. I tried to get out of his grasp, but he was too strong. “I was out there, talking to my friend—“ “YES, YOU WERE OUT THERE FLIRTING WITH THAT GIRL, BUT YOU TEXTED ME SAYING YOU WERE HOME! Yael, if she’s really JUST a friend, why would you lie to me?” My eyes started to water. “Look, baby. I was trying to—“ “Am I not good enough?” He looked shock. Instead of speaking, he pressed his lips against mine.