My first time riding on the jet ski became memorable because of him. Malaki ang ngiti ko nang makarating kami sa dalampasigan. Ngunit hindi tuluyang nakakalapit pa ay pinatay niya ang makina. It’s fine. I can swim my way back this time. Tantya ko naman ay abot ko na ang buhangin sa ilalim mula rito. Subalit maliwanag pa naman. Parang ayaw ko pang bumaba. Kaya kahit papaano ay nagpapasalamat na hindi niya kami tuluyang inilapit doon. At least I have a reason to stay here with him.
“Bakit ka nagsinungaling? Hindi naman pala sira itong jet ski,” panimula ko bago pa maghari na naman ang katahimikan sa amin. My pounding heart was an exception. I could almost feel it hammering in my ears.
“I didn’t. I said the engine stalled.”
Ngumuso ako. Ganoon na rin iyon. I was complaining earlier. He ma
