"Sir?" she calls out to him.
"Hm?" he looks up and smiles at her.
"Mauna na po ako," she says as she carries the documents in one hand. She smiles at him before walking away.
He didn't want her to go just yet. He didn't want her to leave so soon. While she was still here he needed to make the most out of it.
"Teka lang, ma'am!" He stands from his seat, his hand reaching out to her.
She turns to him with brows furrowed. "Sir?"
"Ihatid sana kita sa baba mam," he speaks. "Pwede ba?"
He still remembers her, as yet another cabinet meeting went by without her presence.
The rest of the secretaries have long gone and it was just him alone with memories of her stuck in his head.
He stared at the seat in front of him recalling how she looked when she sat there. How she tucked her hair behind her ear. How she often bit the tip of her pen when she was frustrated over clause in an article. How she adjusted the frame of her glasses after reading twenty pages of a document.
With a deep sigh, he stood up and walked towards where Bong Go stood.
"Nandyan na po ang convoy, sir."
He nodded and they walked down the hallway. Everything reminded him of her. He remembered their trivial encounters all to well, as if it were only yesterday.
"Kayo talaga, sir," she giggles and covers her laughter with a handkerchief.
"Eh totoo naman," he says to her. "Kahit anong ipagawa mo sa akin, ma'am, pasunod-sunod lang man ako."
She was taken aback by his words. She quickly looks around to see if anyone was nearby.
"Sir!" she cries out. "Baka may makarinig. Baka kung anong isipin ng nila!"
"Let them," he boasts. "Gusto ko malaman nilang lahat kung sino talaga ang commander!"
"Sir naman!" She slapped his arm as she continues to giggle. He laughs with her and their mirthful voices echo throughout the halls.
The sole of his shoes collided with the wooden planks. It was just him now. There was no clicking of heels to accompany him this time around. He suddenly felt so alone. His pace a bit slower compared how it usually was, as he remembers how her laughter used to fill up the hollow halls.
He seemed to be nearing the exit as he begins to hear the sound of rain falling.
"H-hindi ko kaya." Her shoulders were hunched, her hands covering her tear streaked face.
It breaks him every time she comes to him crying, but it was not too often, but when she did, all he ever said were words of comfort.
He puts a hand on her shoulder, slowly he draws her to him.
"I'm here. I'm here," he whispers trying to calm her tears.
She leans and rests her forhead on his shoulder, he takes a sharp breath in feeling her warmth so close to him.
"Dito ko lang ha?" She grasps his shirt. "Wag mo kong iwan."
He carresses her back with one hand and spoke a promise, "Never."
The wind was particularly icy that night, as rain was pouring down quite heavily. Without noticing he walks right out of the building and into the rain.