What happened to us? Season 1

34 - No doubt.

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34 - No doubt

“Hey. Are you sure you’re okay?” Presbi asked me for the nth time as he took off his Oakley sunglasses. Kakaupo lang namin sa seat number na naka assign samin at hindi parin siya mapakali, concern is evident on his face.

Ayan nag tatatay mode na naman siya.

“I’m okay, Presbi. Ano ka ba. Stop worrying.” I said, without removing my Ray-ban at agad isinuot ang seat belt.

“You don’t look okay. Kanina ka pa tulala at mukhang madaming iniisip.” He said nang inihawi niya yung buhok ko at isinabit sa aking tenga.Titig na titig siya sakin na para bang hinahanap niya yung mga mata ko over my glasses.

I cannot lie to him. I know. He can see right thru me.

I don’t know how he does it.

Ang tagal naming nagkahiwalay pero nang magkabalikan kami ay parang walang nangyari. Parang tulad pa din kami ng dati. Yung wala pa akong sinasabi, yung wala naman akong pinapakitang reaksyon pero nalalaman pa din niya if I’m not okay at kung ano yung totoo kong nararamdaman. I made sure to guard every expression I have, so I won’t give away anything co’z I know that he’ll just worry, he’ll overthink and I don’t want that. Pero eto siya, in front of me, looking at me as if I’m a fragile china vase.

Our connection is too extreme, too intense not to be noticed. Kaya siguro panay lingon samin nung nasa kabilang aisle.

Tss. Chismosa.

“Pres…” I called sabay hawak sa kamay niya, trying to assure him. “Stop overthinking… I’m… I’m just tired, that’s it.” I lied.

Kahit ako yata hindi na convice nang sinabi kong yun.

“Okay.” He said after a while, kahit na mukhang hindi naman siya kumbinsido dito. May kinuha siya sa backpack niya – yung headrest na unan na dala dala niya. Agad niya itong nilagay sa aking batok at inayos ang buhok ko para hindi maipit.

Ano ba yan. I feel like a kid.

Nagbblush ka naman.

“Rest now, love.” He said and patted my head like a kid.

Sumandal na ako sa upuan at pilit na ipinikit yung mga mata ko. Ramdam kong magttake off na ang eroplano, kasabay ng paghawak ni Presbi sa kaliwang kamay ko.

We’re currently inside a plane bound to Cebu. It’s December 25, and seven in the morning. It’s Christmas day and I don’t know what to feel…

Should I feel thrilled?

Co’z after a year ay mami-meet ko na ulit ang parents ni Presbi. His ever loving and sweet step-mom and his scary looking but nice father, and I get to celebrate Christmas with them. With the his family.

Or should I feel...

What?...

I don’t know.