Coffee “Arrgh, do you put sugar at all?,” mewith puckered brow, smirked. He grinned back. “That’s my coffee,”he said. He makes his coffee dark, almost no sugar at all. My coffee would be in the neutral side, not light, not dark, little sugar. Next morning, "Hmm, nice. Ain’t this sweet for you?” me, quizzical, looked at him. His coffee which isn’t bitter, in my hand.
“I know. But didn’t you say you would share my coffee earlier?,”he answered.
Oh.. Yes, I did.
Ripe Banana Fritters
“What will we have for merienda?” “Hmm, okay sinapot this time.”Me and him talking.
Moments later, Nay Loling came with thesinapot or banana frittersfrom the mini marketburansan. “Hmm, she bought the right kind,”me, in between nibbles said, satisfied with the fried ripe bananas dipped in flour. “Yes, because I told her to buy exactly what kind. Ripe ones”he said. I beamed,“Thank you.” I don’t prefer *manibalangforsinapot. I know he eats whichever, ripe ormanibalang. *Manibalangrefers to the ripeness of a fruit. It means not so ripe. Umbrella After a year, I decided to change hairdo. “All right let’s do it, and be done with it.,”he insisted, at the salon in the mall, after I was having second thoughts. “An hour,”the lady at the counter replied, when he asked how long it’d take. “I’ll stroll around while waiting.”He left. Hair cut, hair treatment hocus pocus.. It was definitely more than an hour already. I checked on him at the couch. He was reading magazines, with few items on his hand. One, bought from a bookstore, the other one fromACE hardware. The lady who’s doing my hair was so into impressing me. But it was taking extra long, she was beginning to do the opposite. Finally, it was done. He was impressed. I was impressed. Worth the wait. At home, while I was wondering where he’d been to wilst I was enjoying the hair pampering, he handed me an umbrella. I just remembered, we were supposed to buy one. It was for my use. He bought it atACE Hardware. He wrote my name on it.