Foreign Love

Chapter 3

His Blue Eyes

My first day had passed faster than I expected. It was good I got nervous for nothing. My head was okay. My colleagues were fine. They are all friendly. I don't know if it's fake or not. I just don't mind as long as they're okay I'll go along with them.

May was fine too. She talks a lot. I just keep on listening to her during lunch. I can't remember what she was saying. My mind was fully occupied by the man in the elevator. I have seen him twice throughout the day. I can't keep him out of my mind. I kept myself busy at work still his eyes were on me. His serious face before me is haunting.

His blue eyes were deep, like the Pacific Ocean in my hometown. The mysterious deep blue sea where no one dares to go deeper, it can be dangerous or it can be worth discovering for.

I sigh putting my head on Ate Susie's apartment. Closing my eyes he is still there. His blue eyes were scrutinizing me. Taking a deep breath I open the door and called Ate Susie.

Ate Susie was nowhere to be found. I went to her room and she was not there. Her room was a mess. I thought she's sick. I sigh.

I went to my room and change my clothes. It's 8:12 in the evening. I haven't eaten yet. After changing I headed to the kitchen to cook dinner. As I was opening the fridge I saw a note on the door. I read it.

Gelay,

The dinner is on the table. I was out with my friend.

Eat and take a rest. I will be home late.

Enjoy your dinner you'll love it.

Susie Love. ^_^

I groan at her nickname to me. It's gross! Gela would be fine but Gelay? Seriously? I love my name.

I look at the table and notice a food container, a plate was on the top of it. I smiled looking at it. What does she cooked for me? I thought. I open the container and my smile got bigger when I saw what is on it. Adobo!

God, I miss this food. I miss Filipino Food specially my Mama's cooking. I took a plate and put some food on it and went to the living room. Plopping myself on the sofa. I open the TV and watch TFC (The Filipino Channel). I love watching drama's and noontime shows. It lessens my longing to go back in the Philippines and live with my Family. It was hard being an OFW. Living overseas alone and missing my Family is driving me crazy but I have to do this for them. This is for them.

I eat my food while watching TV. I keep on crying remembering my family back home. I sniff and wipe my tears closing the TV. I wash my plate still sniffing. I go to my room to sleep.

Laying alone on my bed I keep on thinking my family. They should be okay. They will be properly supported now. If they were fine, I will be fine. I smiled remembering my Family at this time Mama and Papa were at work and my siblings were at school. We have a different time zone now. When I sleep they were awake. This situation will keep us stronger.

I close my eyes to sleep. There he is.

His face.

His eyes.

Were on me.

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