One Last Raindrop

CHAPTER 8

"I'm part of your prayers?" I even stuttered with my words and he smiled as he nodded slightly.

"Since the day I met you, Dior." Muli siyang tumingin sa altar. "Ang sarap kaya sa pakiramdam magdasal."

Some say that being part of someone's prayers is much better than being in someone's bio in social media, wallpaper, or even in display picture. It's actually true but it's my first time experiencing it with someone. Hearing from a guy that you are a part of his prayers feels unique.

"I do pray before I sleep, but I only pray for my parents and my friends. Hindi dahil mahalaga sila sa akin kung hindi dahil sila yung nagpapahalaga sa akin saka nag-aalaga," I said with my low voice.

"Then should I be part of your prayers now?"

"What do you mean?" I asked and I can feel my heart beating so fast right now. Dior, shush your heart. He is no one, wala lang siya sa'yo. Never like nor admire someone na hindi mo ka-level.

"Wala, tara?"

Tumango na lamang ako at nang lumabas kami ay nagawi ang aking atensyon sa isang tindera na nagbebenta ng mga bracelet na may krus.

"Gusto mo ba?" Napatingin ako kay Migo at napatango na lamang ako dahil ngayon lang ako magkakaroon ng bracelet na galing sa mga ganito. "Pick one."

Instead of picking one, I picked two black and white bracelets. He paid for it while I was busy admiring the bracelet. Why do I feel like it is more worth it than any jewelries?

"Migo." He diverted his look at me after saying 'Thank you' to the old woman. I gave him the other bracelet while I am already wearing the other one.

"You picked the two for us?" he asked with his brows furrowed.

"Yeah? What's wrong with that?" Tinalikuran ko na siya matapos kong ilagay sa kaniyang kamay ang bracelet.

Nandito kami at sabay na naglalakad sa plaza na malapit sa pinuntahan naming simbahan. There's also a night market but since hapon pa lang ay hindi pa bukas ang karamihan ng mga stall dito kaya niyaya ko na rin siya na hintayin 'yon.

"Babe!" Nagawi ang tingin ko sa babaeng nagtuturo sa cotton candies sa isang lalaki. Isn't she aware that she looks stupid? Nagpapa-cute siya sa isang lalaki? If that is her way to impress that guy, I pity her for even trying to impress a guy.

"What can you say about endearments? Isn't it too cringy?" I asked Migo after we both sat at the bench in front of the massive fountain.

"Hmm, I don't think so. I find it sweet," he said then he explored the place with his eyes, gazing upon every child playing.

"Sweet? Ano naman itatawag mo sa girlfriend mo pag nagkaroon ka?" I asked because I am curious! And I do not know why.

"I would call her miracle, but I think it is a bit weird, so I will just call her baby or any other endearments," he said casually.

"What if she's not a miracle pala? Tapos she's a curse pala." If that endearment came from some other men, I would bet that it will sound weird just like what he just said, but hearing it from him, it sounded so sweet.

"Believe me, Dior. She's my sweetest miracle," he said those words while looking at the Ferris wheel in front of us and he was also smiling as if he already knows who that sweetest miracle is. How he looks right now, mukha siyang isang masayang lalaki na iniisip yung babaeng gustong-gusto niya. Baka may nagugustuhan na nga siya? Ang dami ba namang magagandang babae na may gusto sa kaniya, kaya imposible na wala.

Tumaas ang aking kilay habang pinagmamasdan ang mukhang ewan na si Chanel. May dala siyang mga gamit ng next teacher namin at mukhang ginusto niya talagang ihatid ito para lang makita si Migo rito sa section namin. Mga galawan nga naman ng mga estudyante.