I just purchased a blue dress and a black and red flats. Success. I’m pretty proud of how fast I’m able to finish this mall trip and to reward myself, I think I’ll get some ice cream. Double Dutch sounds good, I can taste it in my mouth already.
Coming to the ice cream stall towards the center of the mall, I see three men standing with their backs on me, ordering their own favorite flavors. The first guy is a large, potbelly man counting change from the vendor, eating his pistachio ice cream. The other one in an orange shirt just received a chocolate cone. The third one… Oh, shit.
The third one is a tall man with short, brown hair, in a white polo shirt with black piping that I know all too well. My feet want to turn around but it’s too late. He turns his head and smiles, looking at me.
“What are the odds?” he says, his eyes widening in surprise.
“Hi James,” I reply dryly, as dry as an over baked cupcake. Maybe I’d have meringues instead of ice cream. Yes, meringue is good. I do not wait for him to say anything again and try to walk past him but he grabs my hand confidently, like we’ve agreed to meet here all along.
“Just one sec. Colleen!”
A little girl about three years old runs in our direction and excitedly receives the ice cream from his uncle. Colleen is the daughter of his oldest sister. I knew this because he has been posting her photos on his Facebook wall from time to time. He bends to give her some tissue and I find the opportunity to retrieve my hand.
“So you’re babysitting?” Damn, I shouldn’t have stayed to chat. I should have bolted. IDIOT.
“Yes, Marga’s out with the girls and Colleen won’t go with anyone else except his favorite uncle. Right, Colleen?” She looks up to him and nods, violet streaks of the ube ice cream staining her face. “So what are you up to?”
I lift my shopping bags and finally will myself to go. “Bought some stuff. Anyway, I should go. Have fun with Colleen!” I didn’t wait for him to respond. I turn my back and walk as fast as my feet will take me, not once looking back, keeping my arms close to my body the first few seconds to make sure they aren’t up for grabs from James’ long, perfect basketball player reach.
As I take one step after another, my heart hammers like crazy. I’ve not seen or heard from him for quite some time. Why the hell do I have to stumble upon him right now? Damn. I shake the unnerving feeling off and head towards the bake shop with the meringues. I pick a pack of six and head for the counter. My meringues get scanned but before I hand my payment to the cashier, two small hands, grab my free hand. Shit. Are my hands that long and wide for everybody to grab?
“Mommy! Mommy! Can I get a cookie?”
“You have a lovely daughter,” the old lady at the cashier tells me. Jesus Christ. Do I look that old to have a three year old daughter? I swear when I see James I will punch him so hard in the face. I tell the cashier to hold it and get Colleen a cookie.
“Where’s James, Colleen?” She points to my left and I turn.
“Hi, sweetheart.” He comes in the store, grabs one of Colleen’s hands and kisses me. KISSES ME. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “Let’s go and pay for your cookie and Mom’s meringue.”
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dapat ba kiligin din ako?
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capable ka ba kiligin?
syet!! bakit ngayon ko lang nabasa ito.. kinilig ako.. hihihi… <– anlandeh..
ewan ko nga sayo kung san ka tumatambay lately hindi mo ako pinapansin hmp
it’s the time of the month.. you know..
..madaming trabaho sa office… gustuhin ko mang magbasa pero hindi kaya ng powers ko… sorry naman…
overly attached blog friend 😆
wala ka naman sigurong picture ng pusa na kamukha ni overly attached gf?
wala pa naman 😀
hahaha nadela ako ng buong kwento na ito a. galing! pero oo like gbert , kinilig din ako. hahaha
masarap lang kiligin sa ganito pag hindi sayo nangyari 😆
hahaha. PM! write a novel na!!!! 🙂
i’m trying tina. i’m trying.
yehey! ako una pa autograph! 🙂 hehehe
fingers crossed!
Hihihihi. Dami ko kileg. Hihihihi.
Akala ko may anak na si James when I was reading the part where Colleen was walking towards him. Pang MMK na yun, naimagine ko yung camera mag fofocus sayo, tas ipapakita yung expression mo when you found out he had a three year old all along. 😆
Kilegs. Kung ako yan gumanti din ako ng kiss. Hahahahahaha.
imy! yan ang gusto ko sayo eh laging handa!
IMYT! Patingin nga ng picture ng James na yan ng mahusgahan. Hihi.
nako baka kiligin ka lalo
btw i’ve been watching UFC lately and now i get what you mean about the effect a couple of straight men mounting each other makes!
SEE? I’m not THAT perverted! Hahahahahaha. :p
it made me laugh the moment you crossed my mind. i can only imagine how you are when you at watch.
ako kasi i find myself transfixed with the action. i wonder what action you’re focused on. 😆
Trust me, you don’t want to know. 😆
i can see the makings of fifty one shades of grey 😆
WHOA LOL So funny! He needs a slap! XD
or a punch!
Haha. This made my morning!
glad to hear!
.. i’m confused. i first thought it was one of your kitty fictional stories but at the end it lets me realize it’s real, haha!
when the ranting and raging come up you tend to see my shadow, is that it?
james can really be a pain in the neck. ampf. seriously, he is a player. 😀
men. ugh. 🙄 i’m actually looking forward to hearing from you about this one, lj. 😉
well, admit it, james is really interesting. But seriously, let My Man beat him bad. lols. 😀
if it happens, it happens!
Hi PM! Wazzup? So you are now an instant mom? If ikaw ung girl sa kwento mo… If ever it is fictional, well tama mga readers mo parang umpisa nga ng telenovela. Masusundan pa ba to? =)
sinauli ko naman, pwede pang ibalik. 😆 nice to hear from you, ang tagal na!
Real or fictional story?? Either way that is one awkward situation, so sorry for the girl 😛 (PS thanks so much for the book <3)
totally! and you’re welcome. 🙂
curious me much…
kanino, kay pogi?
parang beginning scene ng telenovela……abangan ang susunod na kabanata.
lord wag naman, stop na please? 😆
this is utterly cuuuuuuuute. hahahaha :”>
not when you’re the one explaining to the cashier you’re neither a mother nor a wife, believe me.
uuughhh super cuuuuuuuute! :”> aww. i wish you were in a better mood, that perhaps youd played along. 😀
i suggest you go click on the links and maybe you’ll change your mind. 😉
i did. b-b-buuuut. it’s still. ugh, fine. haha. after all it’s over. may i ask what happened after the explaining-to-the-cashier-youre-not-the-mother-nor-wife? 🙂
let’s just say somebody got punched and it felt terribly good. 😀
ha! way to go! 😀
well deserved. 🙂
Kinilig ako dun ah! 😀
gusto mo din ng instant anak? 😆