Artificial Horizon - A César Fernando Basa x Reader story

IV - Glide Slope

"Parang ang alam ko lang ngayon ay nag-proposed si César sa akin kagabi. Tapos 'di ko man lang napanaginipan iyon," I mutter to myself as I look back on the ring I have. "At sinabihan lang ako na—"

Tangina...

"Kailangan ko pumunta ng PGH," I remark, remembering César's words about me being in a training program there. To add, even Antonio earlier said that I work in the hospital with his girlfriend named Clara? Perhaps, it is the best next course to figure out what is really going on in this dreamscape, or whether I fell in some timeloop, or whatever.

I hurry back to the bedroom that I undoubtly share with César. The thought of it now feels a little weird, but at the same time warm and comforting. Not to mention that... he kisses me twice already! Like a kid, I didn't even know what am I thinking for such thing to happen. I mean, if this is a dream then I am really crazy; and if this is a timeloop, did he figure out that his fiancée is acting weird?

But, enough with that right now. I need to settle this, whatever this actually is.

As I open the wardrobe, I notice how properly segregated it is. Despite being in one shared furniture, the boundary between his and mine is visible. And for some reasons, I don't know why I feel guilty that I have much more compared to his. Looking on through that of mine, I realize that each one is something that I actually like—if ever I'll truly be living in this era of 1941—of varying dresses, blouses and skirts with a matching collection of low-heeled shoes, which are definitely the trend of this time. After finding one that visibly appears to be a nurse's uniform of mine, along with the stockings and shoes, I can't help catching the few ones of César's.

Is it because he had been gone for so long? At least, that's what I've gathered from their conversation, too. That they've been previously deployed to a place called Lahug? And I'm not a geography geek to also know where in the Philippines is that.

But the few clothes that he has varies from shirts, dress-shirts, trousers and even a formal suit. And also, an identical of the uniform he had worn today, a khaki suit, and another uniform which bore an embroidery of "BASA" on its left chest.

César Fernando Basa, I remember Antonio calling him earlier. Even in here, he bears the same family name as Elian. And if this is the past or whatever it might be, is there a chance that I am in a relationship here with an ancestor of Elian's?! Diyos ko, 'wag naman sana magkaroon ng koneksyon...

I shut the wardrobe and think that I just didn't have that idea at all. There is a tendency that there are too many of them bearing the same family name, and it didn't mean that they are related at all. Not to mention that it is already weird indeed to put both Captains Mondigo and Aclan in the same equation at all.

I don't know what the fuck is going on. If this is a dream, I really wish to wake up right now; and if I've travelled to this timeline, I want to go home at once...

* * *

I almost turn out late with whatever extensive training I shall be attending at PGH. At least, it had been worth it as I gathered more and more details of this timeline.

Like, for one, I learn that despite the domestication of me and César living together, we are renting the apartment; whatever the reason is, I don't know. Addition to that, the neighborhood to where we are renting isn't just anywhere to be in the middle of nowhere, but in the central district of my realities' Makati boundary; why we've chosen the location is another question mark. That also adds another inquiry to me how we can afford such standard of living.

Second, my mind seems to know the way to my destination. Luckily, PGH of this time is exactly the Philippine General Hospital I am aware of, too, situated as well on where I know it to be. My feet carry me to which transport to take, and where to be.