I wanted to write at least one fanfic about them.
“Goodbye, Sir,” Rina, Martin’s secretary, called after her boss, as he dashed out of his office at exactly 5:00. Smiling, she shook her head and shut down her computer, done for the day.
“Goodbye, Sir,” Cosovich’s marketing team called out as he passed hurriedly by, sparing them a distracted wave. They grinned knowingly at each other. Mr. Ibarra, their marketing head, looked at them sternly.
A chorus of “bye, Sir’s” followed as he walked towards the elevators. On auto-pilot mode, he smiled and nodded, faces barely registering.
“Ser!” Mang Danilo, the security guard, stood at attention.
“Mang Dan, wala pa ba si Oyo?”
“Eh, ser, nag-CR lang po, mabilis na mabilis lang daw po siya-,”
“Nasaan ang susi?” Martin demanded, and the helpless security guard had no choice but to hand them over to his boss.
“Sabihin mo sa kanya, mag-taxi na lang siya.”
The jeep was already out of sight when Oyo came running. Bent over panting, leaning on his knees, he managed to ask, “nakaabot ako?”
Mang Dan shook his head. “Sabi ko sa’yo, pigilan mo na lang, eh.”
“Haaa, bakit siya ganyan? Ini-etse-pwera na niya ako? Ser Martin, don’t leave meeee,” Oyo moaned dramatically, reaching his arms out towards the direction of the jeep, making Mang Dan shake his head.
Martin drove fast but carefully. His heart thumped hard in his chest. It’s been a week and he still could not believe everything is real. His therapist said in time it will pass. He should be able to overcome this fear of losing everything again.
After parking the jeep, he slowly made his way to the elevators.
One…two…three…four...by the time he made it to the penthouse, he had reached twenty. Kalma, Martin…He slowly turned the knob and pushed the door. His heart sank. The unit was sparkling clean, like nobody lived in it. Then his eyes noticed the little things. A small framed wedding picture of him and her on the table, the magazine for cockfighters on the rack, flowers left over from their garden wedding wilting on a vase.
His heart jumped with joy. “Hon!” He hurried quickly to wrap her in a big bear hug.
Mona smiled. She liked this. “Han, kamusta trabaho?” she asked.
“Everything’s great. In three weeks, mag-la-launch na ung merged Elizabethan Beauty ni Lisa and yung Adam line ng Cosovich.”
“Talaga? Ganun kabilis?”
“Oo. Binago lang namin ng konti yung concept na napagkasunduan namin dati nung nasa Laureano pa.”
“Ahhh…,” she rubbed his back comfortingly. He had not let go of her.
“Bakit di mo pa rin nilalagay ang ibang mga gamit mo dito? Parang tuloy mag-isa pa rin ako. Nasaan yung malaking wedding picture natin?”
She laughed, and he finally loosened his hold to look at her face. “Han, konti lang naman mga gamit ko, eh. Puro damit pa. Tsaka, malapit na rin naman tayo lumipat, mas mabuting doon na lang talaga nating gawing tahanan yung bahay natin.”
He smiled, liking the sound of it. “Bahay natin….Nagpalagay na nga pala ako ng maraming tanim dun sa likod. Mga bulaklak. Matutuwa ka,” Martin said excitedly.
“Talaga? Naku, OK yan, marami tayong madidiligan. Eh, yung swimming pool, tapos na ba?”
“Oo. Wag kang mag-alala, hon, nakahanap na ako ng magtuturo sa’yo mag-swimming.”
“Eh, di ako. Sino pa ba?”
“Ayos! Excited na ako!” She laughed, then rubbed under her nose with her finger, conscious of his gaze. “Han..”
“Gutom ka na ba? Ipaghahain na kita.”
“Wag muna. Kailangan ko pa magdilig.”
She looked at him strangely. “Ha? Anong didiligan mo? Eh konti lang naman yung mga halaman sa labas, tsaka nadiligan ko na yung mga yun kanina.”
“Didiligan ko yung asawa ko,” he said naughtily, tightening his hold on her, “bitin kasi yung honeymoon natin.”
“Aaaayiiii,” Mona screamed with kilig, “han, wag dito,” she protested, blushing.
“Eh bakit, tayo lang naman ang nandito.”
“Ay, oo nga no? Nasanay kasi akong kasama sina mangs at pangs.”
“So, puede na?”
“Aba’y siempre, Martin, na mahal na mahal ko,” she said, puckering her lips.
“I love you, Mona ko,” he whispered before claiming them.