Tipsy Tati

AGAPITO

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MARCH 23, SATURDAY

I bet Adam would pester me for the rest of our lives if he knew that I was here at the Tipsy Muse. I can still remember how I used to say that I would never come here. Hindi pa ako nahuhuli ni Adam pero naririnig ko na ang mga tawa't asar niya habang sinusundot ang tagiliran ko.

Nililibang ko muna ang sarili ko sa pagtapik ng gilid ng phone sa labi ko.

Kinakabahan talaga ako. Halata kaya na hindi ako mapakali? Ang lakas ng kabog ng puso ko dahil baka may makakita sa akin dito o kung may mangyaring hindi maganda. Kaya nga hindi ako lumalabas ng bahay.

But, Tart...

I wonder what she looks like.

Natatauhan ako nang napapalakas ang lakas ng tugtog sa loob. Kahit nasa labas na ako, rinig na rinig ko na ang ingay mula sa loob ng bar. Naririnig ko rin ang boses ni Cielo na naghy-hype sa bar. Iniisip ko pa lang ang kalagayan ko sa loob, baka wala na ako sa katinuan paglabas ko. Baka talikuran din ako ng sarili kong eardrums.

Napatigil ako sa pagtapik ng phone ko nang may nakita akong lalaking lumabas mula sa bar.

Hawak-hawak ang phone niya habang may hinahanap sa parking lot.

Nanlamig ako bigla.

Is she a he???

Mas lalo akong nanlamig nang magtama ang paningin namin. Nakalimutan ko saglit huminga at gumalaw. Hindi na rin maayos ang pag-iisip ko dahil sa mga nalalaman ko.

Nilagay niya ang phone niya sa tenga niya at napaiwas na ng tingin. "Boy, asan ka na? Ikaw na bahala sa isang tower ha." Umalis na siya sa parking lot.

Lumuwag ang loob ko. Akala ko pa naman ay may plot twist na agad ang buhay ko.

Bago pa lumipat ang tingin ko ay may lumabas na naman mula sa bar.

A lady in a maroon halter dress, busy looking at her phone.

I took that opportunity to look at her-actually stare at her at this moment.

The first thing that struck my mind is that I was mesmerized by how she glows right in front of me. I admit that I haven't pictured out what she looked like before this night, but I did not expect that she would be this... this... gorgeous.

As she lifts her head up, strands of hair blocked on her face. She gracefully parts her hair to the back of her ears.

Maybe the fact that she has light skin makes her glow. Her pitch-black hair was also single-braided. She was also wearing a pair of maroon stilettos.

Hindi naman siguro halata na maroon ang favorite color niya.

I knew that wasn't a bright red of kind. She looks like a red velvet cake. Yet, the last thing that I can say is as I stare at her, she is like a fine wine with alluring and primness as she luminates the night.

And our eyes met.

I seriously felt like I would turn around and hide myself out of self-consciousness. Maybe I should have worn my white sweater. I thought that a black dress shirt would be a safe choice for this kind of circumstance.

Nevertheless, I didn't take my eyes off of her.

Doubt didn't creep into my system however, when she titled her head to the side while staring at me, I knew that she was her.

She began to walk towards me.

I slowly put my hand down and memorized her features.

Her rounded-almond eyes were also scanning my face as her full lips pursed, not letting out a laugh at our first meet-up.