Taming the Wild Waves of Siargao

PROLOGUE

"Cut!", rinig kong sigaw ng aming director. "Everyone did a great job! Pahinga muna kayo sa tents."

Agad akong umupo sa monobloc chair nang makarating ako sa tent ko. Pinikit ko muna ang aking mata habang inaayos pa ni Nadz ang mga make-up.

The heat of Siargao is very unbearable. Good thing maganda ang simoy ng hangin.

"Gie, pasyal tayo sa bayan bukas.", Nadz started the conversation while retouching my make-up.

"Hmm, sige ba. Rest day naman bukas. I wanna roam around the island din."

She brushed my hair for a while after retouching my face. "There, open your eyes, dali!"

I opened my eyes and looked at the mirror infront of me. "Di ko talaga alam anong mangyari sa'kin kapag wala ka. Thanks a lot Nadz."

"Oh tama na 'yan. Order muna ako ng drinks.", paalam niya at 'saka umalis. Umalis muna ako sa tent and decided to take a rest sa lounge chair kung saan kitang kita ko ang view ng Cloud 9.

Hindi ko inaasahan na makakabalik pa ako dito. It's been like 7 years nung muli akong makapunta dito. I can say na maraming nagbago. Mas maganda na kesa sa dati ang Boardwalk ng Cloud 9. Marami ng established restaurants near the beach. Kahit maraming nagbago, I can say na this is still Siargao.

Ang lugar kung saan ako naging malaya.

Unti-unti akong nakaidlip dahil sa pagod. Buti nalang nakashades ako and nasa ilalim ng coconut tree.

"Ma'am here-"

Bigla akong kinabahan. I know it's him. Alam kong siya talaga 'yon. Nahihiya akong tumingin sa kanya. I know that there is a possibility na magkikita kami dito.

BIgla siyang napaubo. "Here's your Buko Halo-Halo, Ma'am."

Thinking na baka yan yung inorder ni Nadz for me, I just said thank you. Pero I can still his presence. Bakit ba di pa siya aalis? I can hear my heart beating so fast. So I removed my sunglasses and gave him a questionable look. "May kailangan ka?"

"Welcome back to Siargao, Claire."

DISCLAIMER:

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and events are made by author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.