Haplos ng Hangin (Yutang Bulahan Series #3)

HNH - 32

THE VACATION.

“Mikan!!!!” I shouted at the top of my lungs when I saw him inside my penthouse here in London.

Matapos ang lahat ng ka-hectic-an ko sa araw na ito, umuwi kami ni Mama Hector and the rest of the team ng madaling araw na kaya nang makita ko si Mikan na nandito na sa penthouse kahit it’s almost dawn na, ay sobrang tuwa ko.

Wearing his usual band look: black leather jacket, black statement shirt, faded jeans, black sneakers that probably came from Converse, and his ball cap that he wore backwards. A sly smile formed into his lips that revealed his hidden dimples. His pixie hair looks neat, sa tantiya ko bagong haircut ito or bagong trim, I don’t know, it’s in between. Mukhang wala namang nagbago sa usual pixie hair cut niya so I think it’s the latter. His skin is more paler from the last time I saw him personally. Oh well, he’s after all an Osmeña and Osmeñas are the palest of them all when it comes to skin color, they were known for that. Mikan’s tall. He’s about five eight. He was once skinny, hindi masiyadong mahilig sa pagkain kaya payat. But looking at him now, he’s far from the skinny Mikan I grew up with. His built is more manly than his past form. Jampacked with muscles na ang braso at ang legs niya. And his scent, even though I’m inches away from him, dominated my sense of smell.

I hugged him the tightest. When did my bestfriend grew up this well? No wonder girls literally threw them self with him. Ang kamandag ng Osmeña at Posadas na pinagsama, si Mikan ang naging bunga.

“Grabe! Na-miss kita, Mikaelo Angelito!” mas mahigpit na yakap pa ang ibinigay ko.

Hindi naman ako nabigo at pinagbigyan naman niya ako.

“Hi, Mikan. Good to see you again.”

Matapos kong pisilin ang pisnge ni Mikan at humiwalay sa yakap ay agad siyang nakipag-beso kay Mama Hector. They had a quick conversation before he gave his full attention to me.

I smile widely nang maibigay niya ang atensiyon na gusto ko galing sa kaniya.

“Mabuti naman at naisipan mong bisitahin ako?”

He remain pokered face until a sly smile flash on his face. ‘Di rin nakatiis. Hindi pa rin talaga makakatiis sa charm na hatid ko.

“Mabuti nga binisita kita. Ewan ko na lang kung kailan pa tayo magkikita na dalawa kung hindi.”

I pouted cutely. So generous talaga ng bestfriend ko. Grabe! Parang walang nagbago. Consistent ang friendship namin since day one, since we were little. I hugged him again, this time, mas relax na. I’m feeling a little bit of my comfort zone. Little bit lang talaga. Kahit anong pilit ko, hindi ko maramdaman ng buo ang comfort zone na hinahanap-hanap ko.

“Anong agenda natin sa bakasyon mong ito? Spill it! I have three days to entertain you.”

Kumalas si Mikan sa yakapan namin at salubong ang kilay na napatingin sa akin. “Three days? Is that enough time to go to LA?”

“LA? Los Angeles? Ano namang gagawin natin sa California? Marami namang spot dito sa London that’s worthy of our time.”

May kinuha siya from his leather jacket and I watched him raise it in midair. I saw two tickets and my eyes widened when I saw what those ticket were for.

“NBA for two. Bucket list, remember? Although Kiara won’t be here, but it’s fine daw-”

Kinuha ko ang dalawang ticket na iyon at sinipat ko mismo ng tingin. Napatigil siya sa pagsasalita sa biglaan kong ginawa.

The ticket looks authentic. It’s real and it’s even on VIP. I’ve seen tickets of NBA games because I went to one of those games before, like whenever I got a chance to be in America, especially California, since Lakers were the team na napagkasunduan naming tatlong gustuhin back in high school. Then we made this bucket list of us. Gumawa kami ng mga activities na puwede naming gawin sa time na pare-pareho na kaming mga may trabaho. And one of it is to watch Lakers play in live.