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"We're sorry for your loss. By the way, our topic will be different. We will clean your house so that you can sleep more comfortably and wake up." happy and smiling as Jere tells them that.
"Thank you very much. I hope your title is still down-- this is your day off on earth." said Gail, and based on my first impression, I'm sure they will be close to Stephanie.
Everyone just laughed at Gail's reaction earlier so she bowed. "There are children and we are in front of the food." Fiona's reminder and wow! She's a smart kid. Oh well, he's in grade 6 so he'll start to mature enough.
"Sorry baby." Gail apologized to him so he just nodded and in response.
"Talking about finding loot for us. How can we get through the roadblocks first? We are not allowed on the road and if in the air we will use it or they might catch us." Ford groaned. "Just calm down you betlogs. Here's the plan ..."
Cautiously walked but not up the road but in the sewage.
Missy recently found a map. But not just him. he gave me a Leche Plan.
Nothing new. Leche Plan is still my favorite.
"Good and you passed again. You also haven't visited here in a week," Mother Myrna said.
I smiled as I ate Leche Plan, "Yes, Mom. I missed your Leche Plan," I said, "Uhm, Mom. That's why I'm here, because I have a question."
"What's that, hija?"
"Is it Khalid, have you been called?"
Apart from me, Khalid also calls Nanay Myrna to say hello. Of course, Mother Myrna was also important to him. This was his second mother then.
Just in case. My forehead furrowed slightly when I noticed that Mother Myrna's eyes had become mischievous until she completely avoided looking at me.
"'Mom?" taking my attention to him, ignoring the avoidance of his gaze, "Did Khalid call you yet?"
He sneezed and looked at me again, "Oh, hija! No, eh. I'm already worried about that reprimanding?, eh. Why? Isn't he calling you too?"
I could see the nervousness on Mother Myrna's face. But why does it seem like I have this gut feeling that it’s not Khalid’s not calling him, why he’s so agitated?
I sighed and ignored my gut feeling because what else could possibly be the reason?
I sighed again lifelessly, "Not either, Mom, eh? I'm worried about her. It's only now that it happened. Maybe--" "Ahh, hija!" Mother Myrna interrupted me to say, "Don't think about that. Khalid doesn't have a woman. I love you so much. Maybe it's just preparing a surprise for you--"
Mother Myrna sighed and covered her mouth. My forehead furrowed at what he said.
"Surprise please?"
Mother Myrna removed the hand that covered her mouth, then smiled awkwardly as if nervous,
"Nothing. Forget what I said. All right. I'll do something else. I'll miss you first."
"Just a moment--"
I couldn't continue to say anything because Mother Myrna was in a hurry to go out. I just sighed when he finally left. My recollection of Khalid continued until I got home and until nightfall. As I remembered her, I couldn't help but cry.
Tears welled up as I typed the message on the messenger.
Me: Contact me already, please. Stop making me worry. I miss you.
After I sent it to her, I hugged the pillow tightly and let myself cry.
I’m not really used to not talking to him. I’m not used to not hearing his voice since he left. Even just a few minutes, I was satisfied. I could just hear her voice and make sure she was okay.
I just fell asleep crying as I remembered him. When I woke up the next day, I stopped crying without still replying to the messages I sent him.
“Son, don’t Think about it. Maybe it's just really busy. You might get sick of worrying, eh. "Mommy said as we ate breakfast when she noticed I was getting even more lethargic.
I sighed lifelessly and just didn’t speak.
If I continue not to contact Khalid, maybe what Mommy said will come true. I might get really sick of remembering him.
I just stopped thinking when our maid suddenly placed a red box next to me. Someone seems to be delivering.
"Are you sure, Ate? This is for me?" I was taking care of our housemate.
"Yes, Ma'am. Saraiah Aquirra Velasquez seems to be, eh."
I just nodded and thanked her. I was surprised to see the red box in front of me.
My address and name are listed, but the sender's name and address are not listed.
Who might have sent it? But I also quickly shook my head because it was so impossible. I have no enemies.
"To whom, son?" Mom asked.
I shrugged, my eyes still on the box, "I don't know, Mommy. There's no sender, eh?"
"Look, Ate, hurry!" my entrepreneurial brother, "You know, it came from Kuya Khalid!"
Because of what my brother said, I also suddenly thought. If before I was hesitant to look at what was inside, now, with a strong heartbeat, I opened the box.
The case, when I don’t know if I could do that in a real situation.
While waiting for Mama, I swept the garden. Then, I washed Hanna's rubber mats, dirty slippers, rags and others, while watching 'Art Angel', where I learned how to make pop-up greeting cards and Christmas socks.
It was nine when I saw Lolo Angel's jeepney. It means Mama will not arrive today. It saddens me.
Thus, I felt I was all alone. Missing Hanna follows. Pitying myself comes next.
I made myself busy. So, at 12:30 PM, I made a personalized greeting card for Mj, which says:
Honey,
Today is our 35th month of togetherness. One month to go, it's our 3rd. Can't believe it.
Now, that we have Hanna Margaret and a second child in your womb, I would be happier if we had our own house. I want a home where you, I, Margaret and her sibling might dwell privately, happily and godly.
The moment, I'd like to ask for your help, support and guidance. Let's build our house together! So, help me to my endeavors ..
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