Ilang beses sa isang araw ba dapat mag sorry para matanggap?

 

First big fight namin ng asawa ko ngayon and admittedly, kasalanan ko naman talaga kasi…

 

Nakalimutan ko siya i-kiss bago ako umalis ng bahay.

 

Bago niyo ko tawanan or sabihan ng kung ano-ano, big gesture na sa amin ang kiss. ‘Wag kayong judgmental na ang iniisip ay para kaming high school kung umasta. We put importance sa kiss, especially before leaving the house, because we see it as our grand gesture if (‘wag naman sana, knock on wood) something happened to the other party.

 

Like imbis na mag regret because the kiss you shared last night was the last kiss you’ll ever share, at least ang maiisip mo ay thank God I kissed her before I left—a product of trauma ata ‘to.

 

Pero it’s been two days, and my wife is still adamant on giving me the cold shoulder. I’m super close to traveling back in time to kiss her before opening the front door, but I shouldn’t use it yet.

 

Her invention of time travel should be used for important events, not for this problem that can be fixed if I pull myself together.

 

As what she said, too much of something is what kills humans.

 

And to think I laughed at that kasi, really? Kill humans agad? Kaso siyempre, I believed her.

 

Kaya, I only time-traveled twice. One, to see my parents before they left, which led to their demise, and two, to see us meet again for the first time. I did not do anything but watch. That’s all I can do anyway.

 

But seryoso, onti nalang ico-consider ko na mag time travel.

 

Hay asawa ko, patawarin mo na ko. Ang sakit sa likod ng couch natin.

 

 

 

 

For the second time today, I was awoken by an ear-shattering sound from an alarm clock. I was about to reach for my wife beside me nang maalala kong sa couch pala niya ko pinapatulog.

 

Nakalimutan ko rin siguro na may katangahan akong ginawa kaya imagine my surprise when I saw an unfamiliar face looking at me with a mixture of worry, frustration, and confusion.

 

“Teh ano, sarap na sarap sa kama ko? Ayos ka lang ba?”

 

Am I?

 

Sino ‘to?

 

Think, Wendy, think!

 

“I guess…?” I was unsure of my answer. “Who are you?”

 

“Ang kapal naman nito kalimutan ako,” I heard her whispering. Whisper pa ba kung ang lakas naman ng boses na parang may intention atang iparinig sa akin? Ate Girl, please practice your subtlety.

 

“Again, I’m Irene Bae. Narinig mo na kanina tapos bigla kang nag pass out.”

 

Ah, pass out. Kaya pala medyo may pagka-deja vu yung way of waking up ko kanina.

 

Buti nalang mabait ‘tong si Miss Irene B—

 

TEKA IRENE BAE?!

 

ASAWA KO NA IRENE BAE?!

 

Oh my, nahihilo nanaman ako. What kind of sorcery is this , Gowon-chan?

 

“Namumutla ka nanamang dimuho ka, ‘wag kang mahimatay ulit kundi sasampalin kita sinasabi ko sayo!”

 

Oooh so violent. Nahimatay na nga yung tao tapos sasampalin mo pa.

 

Pero IRENE BAE?!

 

“O, anong tingin ‘yan? Sabi ko na nga ba manyak ka eh! Tatawag na ko ng pulis.”

 

Eto nanaman si Ate Girl sa pulis agenda niya. Yung totoo, gamit na gamit ata ang taxpayers’ money sakaniya ah? Gaano kadalas niya ba tawagan ang pulis for her to drop it sa conversation so easily?

 

And sa dami ng threats niya, hindi ba dapat siya yung i-arrest ng police kasi threat siya sa aking human rights? Honest lang ha.

 

“And I’m telling you for the nth time that I am not a ert, stalker, thief, murderer, or any evil creature you may think of.” 

 

Medyo napipikon na rin ako kasi repetitive na ‘tong accusation siya when I’ve been trying so hard to tell her that I’m not that kind of person.

 

I am Wendy Son, a mother, millionaire, secret sa job, and billionaire. I am an esteemed person in my country, and I shan’t receive any type of slanderous words from anyone.

 

Okay, too over the top, but my point still stands! Hindi ako manyak or whatsoever.

 

I am a simple person kahit contradicting sa introduction ko.

 

“Can you blame me for thinking like that when you suddenly appeared on my bed? At katabi pa ako ha, ang lakas ng apog mo!”

 

So many profound words, yet so little comprehension on my side. What’s apog? Fire?

 

“Huh?”

 

Sensing my confusion, she decided to take a different approach.

 

“Kapal ng mukha mo, I said, but nevermind that. Nawawala na tayo sa topic at naiirita na rin akong makita ka so please answer my question honestly para we can move past this. That is if your answer satisfies me.”

 

Satisfy her? Dear God, is this the young Irene you did not want me to meet? Kasi 2017 Wendy would willingly jump off a cliff instead of hanging around with her.

 

2037 Wendy would love to do the former as well.

 

“Why are you here? And I’m forcing you to tell me the truth kasi one call away lang ang police force sakin.”

 

Police again, Ate Girl, what is it with you and your obsession with the police force na wala namang ginagawang tam—whoops.

 

“I don’t know if you’ll believe me.”

 

“Try me, Ms. Wendy Son.”

 

Wife, I’m sorry pero kinilig ako ‘dun. Please don’t get jealous kahit mukhang this is you rin naman.

 

I shook off any playful th