Jose Mari Chan Waving Novels & Stories

The checkered flag waves. "GREG DAVENPORT IS YOUR CHAMPION!" Fireworks explode above the stadium. Flames erupt from every corner of the arena. Confetti cannons are fired. I didn't even realize that I am crying until Sav wraps both arms around me. "He did it! He actually did it!" Chase hugs both of us at once. "I knew he could!" Below us, Greg stands on the foot pegs, raising one fist into the air as sixty thousand fans roar his name.

Natigilan ako ng may umahon duon. I watch in amazement as Chris walk along with the waves of the sea. Deretso ang tingin nito sa akin. When he step on the sand, he move his head while throwing the remaining water from his wet hair. I look down at his body. Naka toples ito habang suot ang isang black beach short. Tumigil ito sa ginagawa at muling tumitig sa akin. Itinagilid niya pa ang kanyang ulo at itinuon ang bigat sa kanang paa.

If it wasn't Mr Davis then who might be it. Jose waved his hand and signalled me to look at the phone. I took my phone and saw a message from him. When I opened his chatbox, "I called you." I put my phone back into the bag and slept on it. In the cafeteria, Jose, "Hey, did you bring your guitar? I called you to ask about that but you didn't see me. Instead you stood in your place and made fun of yourself." He laughed when he saw me and asked, "What about the guitar?"

The chant filled the air, and even though I was not really into sports, I should have been pleased, but I could not bring myself to be that happy. Javier takes off his helmet and then spots me jogging over to where we were seated. "Is that..." "He is the one." Elise cut Lana off with a squeal and her hand over her mouth like a teenage girl as her eyes trailed Javier, jogging over the field towards us. He finally stopped in front of us and gave a small wave. "Hi, ladies." "Hello, it's you from the other day," Lana said, and he nodded. His long hair was pulled in a bun, and the loose strands that fell to his face stuck to his skin because of the sweat.

One figure emerges, the driver steps out… and waves. He looks directly at us. Waves.

I’m proud of her—not just as an actress, but as a woman who stayed true to her feelings, and to her decisions. I waved to the three of them as the yacht slowly began to move, pulling away from the island. They stood at the dock, silently watching me drift farther and farther away. Both Marcus and Irene kept their eyes on me. And a few seconds later, they raised their hands and waved back. Then I saw Marcus gently nudge their shy daughter, Czalia Mafie, encouraging her to wave too. At first, she hesitated, clearly shy but then, little by little, she lifted her small hand and waved, her face still unsure.

I turned my back and heard his last words, "Welcome back to Isla Marupok, Ando!" I just turned around for a moment and smiled. He walked with me to the outside of the barangay hall. When I came outside, I immediately saw Carmelita's judging face. There she is again, the woman who turns into a dragon when she's angry. But my attention is not on her. It’s with Mang Jose's. Our caretaker is a very good actor. He recognized me. I am just glad he didn't tattle on my real identity in front of Carmelita. Mang Jose is really perceptive. So maybe he became a captain because of that.

I catch their perfume second before reaching the structure, the same way I catch the smile on Christopher’s face as he pulls out a chair for me to sit. When I’m seated, he makes sure to adjust his coat on me before sinking into his own chair. I’m the one facing the ocean. But when Christopher gestures behind me, I turn to see the camper van; nicely decorated, three men in white starched shirts and black pressed pants lining in front of it and waving at me. I smile in response to their greeting, while the chopper slowly comes to a stop on the sand, now letting us embrace an original quietude tinged with the sound of ocean waves.

But fate has annoying timing, right? So, kaysa magalit ako't mainis sa sarili ko. Mag e-enjoy na lang ako. Pinunasan ko ng panyo ang noo saka tumayo ng tuwid. Raising both my hand, I mimic not just the chant of the people around but also their energy. "Viva Pit Señor!Pit Señor!!!"

Just what I need, I hope it breaks through the weird air that I created around us. I see the marshal wave the green flag and put my foot down. Golden does the same and I see her zoom away.