I close my eyes when I feel the gentle breeze. I stood in front of the window, just waking up from a long sleep. I didn't even smile when I remembered it was Saturday. The day I was waiting for came.
"Good morning." I found my aunt putting food on our small table.He grinned. "Hey, my niece looks pretty awake, ah.""Won't you open the karenderia today?" I wondered sharply when there were no dishes like they always cook for sale. "Besides, where's mom?"He put down a pitcher of water before looking at me. "Didn't your mom tell you last night?""Of what? He didn't say anything to me.""He's up there, preparing because he's leaving for Cebu today. Don't you remember? It's his dad's birthday, and he's going to visit his grave." I got a bruise on my forehead. Why did I even forget that? It's grandpa's birthday today. Maybe that's why mama didn't say it was because she thought I already knew what day it was. Stupid Am"With highest honors, Amara Francesca Acosta!" I was greeted by a fancy applause. Today is our moving up ceremony, the day that most of my fellow grade 10 students have been waiting for. I am happy, not because of the medals hanging on me today, but because I have held it for another year. Thank God for guiding me throughout the school year. I came down the stage with a smile on my face especially when I saw someone smiling while looking at me. He was in the back, sitting and eyes straight at me. "Congrats Amara!" greetings from a few of my kabatchmates after the ceremony. I also greeted them with all smiles. Of course, picture-taking is not lost. "Congrats to us, sissy!" Lalaine shouted happily then without saying a word hugged me tightly. "What are you, Laine. I guess it's your OA. You thought we graduated from college." He let go of me. "We should still be thankful that we got here! Don't be killjoy Amara!" "
I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. I looked at my reflection on the mirror and I saw a beautiful young woman in a simple peach dress. This was the dress that my mother gave me as a gift on my birthday last year. And tonight I just decided to wear it, the night when the celebration for Raxon's mom's birthday will be held. I was never been fond of dresses, and I don't wear it as a casual attire. But this night is different. I'm going to a big party. So of course, I should wear an appropriate attire for that occasion. As I closed my eyes, a face of a particular man flashed on my mind. The words he said the last time we met came to my mind again. It was the words that keep on wandering in my mind for the past day. I love you, Amara I could not speak when he said those words. I was shocked and my heart was beating so fast and hard. I fainted and did nothing but let him hug me during those hours. It's just, I never expect
"Oh, why are your eyes puffy?" Mama immediately asked when I got home. Auntie approached us as well. Because of being emotional, I couldn't stop myself from crying before. That was too much for me to take. When I decided to go to that celebration I knew it was possible that would happen. But ... I just didn't expect it to be like that. Senyora was very mad by just looking at my face. Maybe when he saw my face that looked like mama's, his mood immediately changed. But the question is, what does being Acosta have to do with his hatred of me? I know, he doesn't accept that I'm from a lower social class but I feel that's not the only reason he's so mad at me. What did I do wrong? Or is it more correct to say, what did mama do? "Amara, what happened?" mama asked worriedly. I fainted sitting in a chair while mama was in front of me, standing and obviously worried. Of course they would be worried about me, but I just can't help myself to be emotional. Little did I k
"Prepare yourselves, the bus is leaving!" I sighed and looked at the cellphone. 34 missed calls. 21 messages. All of that came from Raxon. I no longer bothered to look at the messages and immediately turned off the phone. I removed the simcard and threw it out the bus window. Because of that, mama looked at me. He was sitting next to me while my aunt was in the back. I averted my eyes because I knew tears were forming in my eyes again. Damn. Why do I get tired so easily? "Are you okay, Amara?" "A-Ah, yes .." He did not speak. That moment, I realized something. Why am I hurting like this? Why is it so hard for me to leave him? Why is it that every time I think that we will never meet again, my heart seems to be stabbed? I smiled bitterly. It's all simply because I already ... loved him. Only now do I realize why he is so important to me. Why even with all that is happening now I still want to see him ... hug, and
Damn. My headache and I feel like my whole body is numb. When I opened my eyes the white ceiling greeted me. Where am I? I was going to get up but I couldn't because of the devices placed in my body. It was there that I realized I was in the hospital. I looked around the room and saw no one but me. Where is mom? Si tiya? I sighed as I remembered what had happened. A large truck hit the bus we were riding in. Are they okay mom? Are they in another room? I'm sure they'll get hurt just like me. In the middle of the thought the door suddenly opened. An unfamiliar woman who I think was in her mid forties entered with a doctor. "It's okay and you're awake, hija. Are you feeling okay?" language of the doctor. "Y-My mom and aunt, where is their room?" he was silent and could not answer. The woman, on the other hand, remained staring at me but there was a trace of concern on her gentle face.
"Happy birthday!" Arci and Denise greeted at the same time. I smiled at them. "You're twenty-four years old, France. Do you still have no plans to have a boyfriend?" I shook once. That's really true. I still don't have any plans on getting involved on a relationship. There are many more important things I have to focus on than men. That can wait, right? There is a right time for everyone so things should not be rushed. "How about brother Arnaiz? You should at least try him, sister." "That's a bad idea, Denise." Arci just laughed. "Why not, France? My cousin isn't that bad. And during the time he was flirting with you, he must have loved you very much." "Yeah right." I was weakly shocked when Arnaiz suddenly appeared and touched my waist. I looked at him badly. "What the hell are you doing, Arnaiz?" I asked, trying to control my temper. "Obviously, I'm holding you." "Oh Denise, we'd better
One week had passed since that day. I already started my work on dad's shipping company. Nothing strange happened. Everything went smoothly except one thing. It's about Arnaiz. He always ruined my morning. Every morning, he comes home early to take me to work. Whenever the afternoon came, he was always there to pick me up. I can't say no to him. He's so persistent, and that makes my head ache. "Architect, your loverboy is already downstairs." Adeline whispered softly giggling. It's already eight in the evening, time to go home. I just arranged the things and left the building. And as usual, Arnaiz was confidently leaning in his car's door, gaining so much attention from the staffs. I was stunned for a moment when I remembered. It was Raxon who always does this thing years ago. He is always there whenever I go out of school. He is always the one I expect to see and he is the reason why I am always excited to be after class. But then, not now. Every
"Hija, I would like to ask you something. Is it okay with you?" I took a sip on my juice before I asked him. "What is it dad?" We are here today in a fine dining restaurant, eating dinner with mommy. But even with them I still can't forget what happened last night. I still remember how I cried and how Arnaiz comforted me. He didn't force me to say what happened, he just continued to give me the comfort I needed that time. Somehow I was relieved because of him. I really didn't think that he could be useful to me. "There's a big jewelry auction in Barcelona this coming Saturday night. We are invited, but unfortunately, we have something important for your mom to do. We need to meet a big time client in Canada. So I thought, why not just did you go to the auction to represent our family? " "Well, that's fine with me." "Thank you hija. And by the way, Arnaiz will come with you." I almost choked on what I heard. It would have been okay if I