wapish. whapak. wahoo.

i woke up to a cold morning. something was different. the sun wasn’t burning through the window. and the room wasn’t yellow.
i was not home.
i was in chicago.
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he prepared my oats, gave me my vitamin c and warned me to not open the door for anyone. (yes, the man knows he’s about to marry a two-year-old).

he gave me a crash course in surviving-the-kitchen-without-having-to-cook.
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"u can use the oven to bake the pizza."
"oven? u mean that big white rectangular thing over there?"
he smiles.
then instructs me on how to use the toaster.
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he promised me he’d be home lunchtime to deliver my food. and then he was off to work.
i stood in the living room and listened to his car door slam shut.
then i heard nothing. i cringed.
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leche, bakit ang tahimik sa istates.
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i switched the tv on and went back to the room.
i chatted with best friends on ym.
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two hours later, i got hungry and so decided to toast my pizza slice.
put it on 450, he had said. i remember. and i did just that.
then i turned the knob to 3 minutes.
apparently, he’d said to set it to one minute. but THAT, i did not remember,
so minutes later, i smelled something burning.
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i texted him, "baby i burned my pizza slice sa toaster."
he called.
"are you okay?"
"yep."
"is the apartment okay?"
"actually nasa kapitbahay na ako, wala na tayong bahay."
he laughs.
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he comes home at lunch to give me my chicken curry and then takes off again.
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demmit. what do i do? i did not have a car. i did not have errands. i did not have my bestfriends to surprise visit. i did not have a gym membership. i did not have someone to interview, make kulit, or call. i did not have a job.
i wanted to go to the nearest mall but it was too cold to walk (and get lost).
i wanted to try that cookbook jax gave me, but i dared not, after my toaster extravaganza.
i wanted to do my waxing but the can was at the bottom of my baikbayan box. besides, that could be a "thing to do" tomorrow.
i could unpack and fix my clothes but we hadn’t yet bought a drawer for my clothes. the closet he cleared wasn’t enough to hold my stuff.
besides i’d already washed 3 dishes and already i wasn’t feeling well.
so i slept.
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i silently thanked God for gifting me with a huge support group.
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i was still feeling down and restless when i went back in.
then i walked over to where he was sleeping.

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i don’t think mornings have laid eyes on a more handsome thing.

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eyes shut, he reached out and pulled me to him. he felt so warm. he hugged me and whispered, "san ka galing?"
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"out."
he asked, "you cold?"
"no."
"sleep some more."
then he held me closer and dozed off.

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all at once,  i knew there wasn’t any place i’d rather be.
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it was a cold morning. the sun wasn’t burning through the window. and the room wasn’t yellow.
i was not home.
but my heart was.
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