Just Live

Chapter 8

"Miss, do you need help?" The guy's voice took her out of her reverie.

"Wait, ganito dapat," RJ stood up and walked to her, positioning himself behind her, circling his arms around her petite figure and put his hands on top of hers.

His scent, the scent that has made a mark on her, was lingering around her whole being and she couldn't help but comment on it.

"Bakit ang bango mo pa rin kahit pinapawisan?"

RJ peeked around to meet eye-to-eye with her with a smirk on his face. "Mabango lang? Hindi gwapo?"

"Ayan ka na naman eh, kinocompliment na nga," Maine chuckled as she nudged him with her whole body.

"Wait! Ma-out balance ako! Mahuhulog ako!" RJ said as he hugged her tight to keep himself from falling. On instinct, Maine grabbed his arms and held on tight.

"Sorry," he heard her say while laughing.

"Eto oh, hinuhulog pa ako eh hulog na hulog na nga ako sayo," RJ replied as he positioned himself better behind her.

"Ewan ko sayo," Maine answered, still laughing.

The other tourists couldn't help but smile at the two, and their undeniable chemistry was visible to the people in the open hut, even to the tribal staff.

"Okay, lovers, we know you're deeply in love with each other but save the play for the bedroom, okay? Let's make some fire so you can cook. Your kids are hungry!"

"Mommy kasi, magluto na tayo, gutom na mga anak natin," RJ laughed as he held Maine's hands in his again.

"Feel na feel mo na naman, daddy," she replied, making RJ chuckle with giddiness.

"Ang harot natin, mommy, naghihintay mga anak natin oh."

"RJ!" Maine laughed as she playfully slapped his arm.

"Dali na kasi, masyado mo kasi ako pinagmamasdan kanina, di ka tuloy nakagawa ng apoy."

He earned another playful smack before they started working on the fire. It took them long before they saw smoke from the wood because they had to stop a few times from laughing at their playful antics with each other.

"Finally! Let's give a hand for daddy for helping mommy make fire! But the kids are crying of hunger because they're too playful!" The tribal instructor said as he laughed at RJ and Maine.

"Mommy, let's go to the next village?" RJ said as he held a hand out to help Maine stand up.

"Pinapanindigan mo talaga," Maine laughed as she tightly held on while she stood up.

"Syempre, why not?" RJ put his arm around her waist and guided her to the next village.

Maine had noticed how she and RJ have been more physical with each other. And by that, she meant in an intimate way, like a real couple. She found it hard to resist his touch and she would be lying to herself if she said she didn't enjoy it because she did, very much so.

They went through the other villages, emersing their experience by participating in the activities. Just after 2 in the afternoon, RJ guided Maine to sit in front of the large canal that stretched out in the middle of the 4-acre cultural center to watch the canoe pageant. It was a good time to rest their feet and have snacks while watching each of the six villages perform traditional dances on floating platforms supported by canoes.