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The Great Game
It had not stopped raining outside.
We’re inside a tent. Only the two of us.
“Oh come on, Julie. Review ka ng script.”
“Ayoko.” She pouted. “I’m really bored.”
A long pause. “I hate you.”
She slapped my arm. “Ugh.”
“Pano ba ako magre-reply sa ‘I’m bored’ mo? Ang hirap kaya.” Women. Who could understand them?
Instead of replying, she stood up, crossed her arms over her chest and gave me a meaningful glare before she sat down and made her famous “talk to my sexy back” position.
I smiled, because that’s the only reaction available when she does cute childish things.
“Uy, nagtatampo.” I teased. She didn’t move.
“UGH!” She said in frustration. “Ang hirap mo i-spell!”
“Ako pa ngayon ah?” I laughed, and she gave me a piercing stare. “Julie, ano ba kasi talaga gusto mo sabihin? I-direkta mo na dun.”
A grunt. “Ok, fine. Entertain me.”
“There.” I said, approvingly. “Much better.”
“Yeah, whatever. Now, execute. Go.”
“Give me some time to think.”
“Let’s play a game.”
Oh, God. There was that deadly gaze from her again. “Are you playing games with me?”
“Uh, I want to?”
“MOE. ISA PA IIWAN NA KITA DITO.”
“Eh ang title nga ng game ay Guess What. Relaks ka lang, please.” My hand landed on her thigh. Oops. She looked at my hand and I withdrew it right away.
She cleared her throat. “So..anong ginagawa dito sa larong ‘to?”
“Huhulaan ko lang yung mga…err. For example, huhulaan ko kung anong pabango mo, ganyan. Pero, di ko pwedeng tingnan sa bag mo or kahit saan, ang gagamitin ko lang ay senses ko. Okay?”
A nod. “Okay. Hmmm. Hulaan mo nga shampoo ko?”
GOD, JULIE. That’s too easy! Everybody knows what shampoo you’re using slash endorsing. But the last thing I want to do was to disappoint her, so I played along.
I ran my fingers through her black silky hair. I wanted to close my eyes the very moment my hands and the strands of her hair met. It felt soft and smooth under my skin.
I stared at her, half-smiling. There was a loose strand hanging in front of her left eye, and I couldn’t resist the urge to tuck it behind her left ear. She gave me a puzzled stare. My hand automatically moved to my lap when she did that.
“Oh alam mo na?” She asked.
I shook my head. “I need more clues.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Okay, go on.”
I drew my face closer to her and inhaled her scent. The smell moved up to my mind and clouded my thoughts. My brain is a mess, I couldn’t find words to describe this feeling.
“Moe, mauubos na amoy ko.” I felt her hands pinching my nose, and I realized that my eyes were closed for some time. I opened them and the sight of Julie smiling from ear to ear greeted me.
“Uhh.. Black Beauty.”
My eyebrows creased in confusion.
Wait a minute—what?
“Moe, Julie, pack up na tayo, mukhang di titila ulan eh.” Ms. Rose said as she went inside the tent. She was dripping wet. We both nodded. “Fix your things na kids.” Aaaand she was gone.
As soon as Ms. Rose left, Julie stood up. “Moe, labas lang ako ah. Hanapin ko si Mama.” Aaaaand she was gone, too.
By the way, if you guys are wondering what we’re doing inside a tent…Well, we were waiting for the rain to stop pouring because we need to shoot a scene for our 2nd movie, coming out in 2014.
I paced back and forth in the tent. The incident a while ago kept playing inside my head. Okay, so… She knew that I probably heard about her endorsement and yet she let me touch and sniff her hair because of our silly game?
I buried my face in my hands.
Women. Who could understand them?
Then I smiled. Oh shut up, Moe.
liked loved it that she allowed you to do that.
After that day we played that silly game, I can’t wait to see Julie again. Her scent lingers. It follows me wherever I go.
The moment she entered the tent, I said, “Na-miss kita.”
Her eyes widened, then she started laughing. “Moe, mga 3 minutes lang ako nawala kasi may kinuha ako sa sasakyan, agad na?”
“Funny. Itulog mo na lang yan.”
I winced. Here I am, speaking truthfully and direct to the point and still she won’t believe me.
Women. Who could understand them?
“I don’t wanna sleep, Julie. Let’s play a game. Our game.”
“Okay.” She sat next to me. “Pero mabilis lang ah, sleepy na rin ako, baka mamaya bangag ako pag kinunan.”
“No, you’ll be fine. You’re beautiful.” I said, without even thinking twice.
“You know me, Julie. I mean what I say.” I looked her in the eye to let her know I’m serious.
“K, fine.” She rolled her eyes. “Hulaan mo gamit kong lotion.”
Insert profanities here.
There was an odd pit in my stomach, and in the pit were nano spiders and all sorts of tiny hairy animals.
How am I supposed to do that? I looked at her, and she had this expectant look on her face.
“Moe, sense of sight lang talaga gagamitin mo? Kaloka.”
Insert profanities written in bold, capital letters.
Why must you torture me this way?
I swallowed the lump in my throat and reached for her hands. The moment our hands touched, my once tensed hands relaxed, as if saying, “I am home.” I rubbed my thumbs against her hands, and boy, I loved the familiarity I felt. I raised her hands just below my nose.
Before I went to location today, I was very sure that bacon is my favorite smell in the world.
Then, Julie’s hands existed.
Now, bacon is second best.
“Moe, nauubos kamay ko. Ano na?”
Her voice brought me back to reality. I gently let go of her hands. “I don’t recognize the scent.”
“Ha!” She laughed triumphantly. “Talo ka. Next time na maglaro ulit tayo neto ikaw ulit huhula, ah!”
Suuure. Anytime. “Ano tamang sagot?”
“Musk by Alyssa Ashley.” She grinned. “Now, I shall sleep. Night night, Moe.”
“Oh. I see. Rest well, Julie.” I watched her eyelids drop.
“I love this game you invented, Moe.” she said, followed by a yawn.
I think the game
inventor loves you back, Julie.
Lying in bed. No work today. YAY OR NAY?
NAY. I have a hundred reasons why.
1. Because I have a terrible headache
2-100. Because no work, no Julie
I got used to seeing her everyday, a day without seeing her seemed eternity.
I picked up my phone and dialled her number. The aching need to hear her voice needs a cure.
Ring. Ring. Ring. She picked up. “Hello?”
I closed my eyes and bit my lip.
Before I called Julie, I was very sure that the sexiest sound in the world is created by the saxophone.
Then, Julie’s morning voice existed.
Now, saxophone is second best.
“Hi, Julie. Good morning.”
She let out a chuckle. “Good morning. Napatawag ka. Bakit? Anmeron?”
“Punta ka dito, please.”
“Masakit ulo ko.”
“Dalhan mo ko ng gamot.”
“Inutusan ako? Hahaha.”
“What about my laugh?”
“It’s therapeutic. More please. Nawawala na ata ang sakit ng ulo ko.”
She laughed. “Okay, gumana na ang bola mo, pupunta na ako diyan. What do you want me to bring?”
“Just you please.”
“Hahahaha. Okay. Bye, see you in a bit.”
Before I invited Julie to come over, I was sure that the best visits are from my HS classmates.
Then, Julie agreed to come over.
Now, the visits from HS classmates are second best.
“Uy, wala akong dinala, ah. Sabi mo just me eh.” She laughed nervously as she sat down. She looked comfortable in that couch. She placed her bag on top of the coffee table and looked right, left, up, down.
“It’s okay.” I grinned. I was too happy to see her. I took a seat on the sofa.
“Kumain ka na?”
“Di pa ako kumakain.”
“Aynako.” She stood up. “May pagkain ka ba sa—”
I grabbed her wrist. “Gusto ko maglaro.”
Her brows furrowed, but she sat down. “Okay. Our game?”
“Hmmm.” She grabbed her bag and showed me what’s inside. Phone, iPod, make-up, tissue, the usual things you can find inside a woman’s bag. But,there were also food wrappers: waffle sandwich, mamon, polvoron and wafers.
“This one is too, easy. Hulaan mo kung anong food ang kinain ko bago ako pumunta dito. Go.”
I could choose randomly. Duh.
I stood up and knelt in front of her.
I moved my face closer to hers.
I kissed her.
She kissed me back.
I can taste banana and chocolate in her mouth. Yum.
Heavenly. Divine. Fit for a king. Seventh heaven. Cloud nine. A sip of the sun. Floating away on massive currents of warmth.
Wow. I didn’t know my vocabulary was capable of producing these words until now.
Before this, I was a hundred percent sure that bacon is the best tasting food in the world.
Then, Julie and I kissed.
Now, bacon is second best.
We were catching our breaths when we pulled away.
“Belgian waffles. Choco banana.”
She bit her lip and looked me in the eye. “Wrong.”
“What? I was very sure, your mouth tasted like—”
I saw her sigh as she closed her eyes. She massaged her forehead using her fingers. “You’re hopeless.”
“I don’t understand. You—Oh.”
I took her hands away from her face and kissed her. Full. On the lips.
“Finally. You got it.” she said, then smiled against my lips.
Wrong = Who cares about what I ate before I went here. Shut up and kiss me.
Women. Finally. I understood one, once.
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Julie makes the most awkward positions when she’s reading a book.
This time, she had her head between her folded legs, with her feet as the bookstand. Both of her hands were wrapped around her thighs, for support, maybe, or she just doesn’t know where she should place them.
She looked uncomfortable, but still cute.
“Julie, try mo ‘tong Candy Crush, mag-e-enjoy ka! Promise!” shouted Bea.
She looked over her right shoulder and smiled. “Not my thing, Bey. Magbabasa na lang ako.” She let out a low chuckle and went back to reading.
“Julie, talaga oh.” Bea smiled as she shook her head. As I walked past her, I saw her adjust the time to have all 5 lives back.
“Julie. Julie? Julie!”
“Argh! Moe! Stop talking, stop moving, stop breathing, I’m trying to understand what I’m reading!” she said, still not tearing her gaze off the book.
Miss mood swings. He-he. Ill-tempered, but still cute.
“Julie, look at me.”
To my surprise, she did.
Eyebrows stitched together. Death glare. Flaring nostrils. Pouting lips.
She looked angry, but still cute.
“You’re wearing make-up.”
Her expression softened. The book she was reading almost hit the floor. But I have good reflexes. “I..uh. Yes. May mall show kasi ako kanina before tech reh, ‘di ko na natanggal.” She swallowed. “Bakit?”
I handed her the book. “Napansin ko lang. He-he.” Translation: Itapon mo na BB cream mo. Mas maganda pag wala.
“JULIE! Ikaw na mag reh.” someone yelled.
“Ayun oh. Good luck.”
“Uh, thanks.” She stood up in a heartbeat. I watched her make her way to the stage, and I saw her haul her phone out of her pocket and checked her face using the front camera.
I couldn’t help but smile. She knew that there was something behind what I said. She’s thinking about what I said.
Brain is the new sexy. :>
She made it to the stage and started practicing the dance steps. A couple of attempts before she got it completely right. She did a little shimmy with the goofiest smile on her face right after.
I said sexy. But still cute. :)
Tech Reh, the week after.
I fished her phone out of my pocket. Yes, my pocket. She asked me to keep it while we were rehearsing. “Julie, pa text naman ako.”
“Naka-plan ka di ba.” She answered hesitantly. I grinned. Oh, I smell something fishy.
“Load ko, unli. Battery, hindi. Sige na po, please.”
“Pwedeng akin na muna?” She held out her hand, clearly asking for her phone.
“Mabilis lang ‘to. Mag ok lang ako kay Mom. Tas tapos na.” Before she can protest, I started typing. It took only 3 seconds but she was fidgeting and looked very uncomfortable.
She snatched the phone right after she heard the ‘swoooosh.’
“Thanks, Julie.” I smiled genuinely.
“Thanks din.” She answered, but her voice shook. She spun on her heel and took a few steps, and then turned to face me again. “Di ka naman nagbasa ‘no?”
I laughed. “Julie, yung ilang segundong yun, may mabasa pa kaya ako?”
She scrunched her nose and laughed nervously. “Heeee. Sabi ko nga. CR lang ako ah.” Aaaaand she was gone.
A group of killer bees have migrated to my stomach now. Partly because I lied to Julie about reading her text messages.
And partly because I felt number one. I didn’t have to scroll down. Our conversation thread was at the top spot in her inbox. I was the last person she texted. He-he. :)
I looked for Julie in the crowd. Scan, scan… ooh. There. Spotted. Farthest corner. I wonder what she’s doing there.
I found myself making my way towards her. As I was getting closer, I noticed that she had her earphones on, her phone on her right hand, and was totally engrossed in what she was watching.
I sat next to her and tapped her shoulder. “Julie.”
She jolted, as if someone woke her up in the middle of a dream. “Oh, hi Moe.”
“What are you watching?”
She locked her phone right away. Hmmm. “Sherlock Holmes.”
I nodded. “Oh, he’s a great man.”
“Oo, sobra. Constantly being mindblown ang peg ko.” She said. The way she speaks of him, it’s like she could write a thousand odes about him.
Then it hit me. Aha. “I’m going to use Sherlock’s science of deduction sa’yo. Game?”
Her face brightened. “Sure!”
I pretended I was scrutinizing her every detail, then I declared, “You love me.”
Both her eyes and her mouth widened. I tried my best to control my laughter. “I’m sorry, what?”
“You love me.” I repeated, with conviction.
“Prove it.” She folded her arms across her chest and tried to look calm. Classic Julie, always wants to be in control.
I picked up the piece of crumpled wet tissue on her lap. “Alam kong nagmallshow ka bago pumunta dito, at pag ganun, di mo na natatanggal make-up mo. Pero dahil na conscious ka nung napansin kong may make-up ka, nagtanggal ka dito na sa studio. Hindi sa sasakyan, yung wetness nung tissue tells na kani-kanina lang.” I threw the wet tissue away.
“Second, yung number ko sa phone mo. Iba ang contact name. It means I am special or there is something with me, could be good or bad. Could be na ayaw mo makita name ko, pero lagi mo naman ako tinetext so no, hindi ayaw mong makita, ayaw mong may makakita.”
I grabbed her left hand. With force. And held it tight.
“Anong ginagawa mo?!” She raised her voice.
“See, you didn’t even withdraw your hand kahit ganun yung tanong mo. You like it.” I placed my index finger somewhere in her wrist. “Oh, and your pulse, God, Julie, parang naghahabulan ang isandaang jaguars, ayos ka pa ba? I do that to you.”
I picked up her phone. “And last but not the least, this. I know you’re already in the Hounds of Baskerville part, you were watching that before I sat next to you, so napanood mo na ang Scandal in Belgravia. I assume meron na tong passcode?” I clicked the lock button. I was right. :) “Bingo! And because you love Sherlock, most probably you’re going to pull off an Irene Adler and use the name of the person you love as the code. Hmmm. In this case, ELMO. But, you can’t type words here, so the number that corresponds to the each letter.” I typed 3-5-6-6 and…”There you have it.”
Julie sat next to me, unmoving. “You arrogant bastard.” She said, but she was smiling from ear to ear.
“An arrogant bastard that you love.” I grinned back at her and held her gaze.
Dapat na-o-offend na ko di ba? Pero sabi nung ngiti niya kiligin daw ako. “Show-off.” She muttered, then planted a kiss on my cheek.
“I love you, too.”
This isn’t really my best one shot, but I was really really happy about this. Hihi. I thought di ko na to kaya. Hahaha. But here it is. x ☺
Ako yun. Nadulas kasi ako.
Hindi ko alam kung anong nangyari. Sobrang saya ko nga kasi nabigyan ako ng chance para magsayaw sa opening. Bigay todo pa naman ako.
Tumingin ako sa audience, sa mga camera. Pano ‘yan, ang daming nag e-expect sa akin?
Hindi ko talaga kayang tumayo. Na sprain yata ang paa ko.
Naiinitindihan ko na hindi tumitigil yung mga kasama ko kasi kailangan nilang tapusin yung prod. Tama lang. Kaysa naman panoorin ng mga tao yung mga kasamahan ko na nagkukumpulan.
Grabe. Ayoko talaga nang pinagtitinginan. Ayokong maramdaman ang mga tingin nilang punong-puno ng awa, na para ba akong isang imbalidong walang magagawa.
Hanggang sa natapos ang sayaw, hindi pa rin ako nakakatayo.
Ilang tao na ang nagtanong kung okay lang ba ako, pero wala akong masabi. Baka kasi isa lang ang gusto kong makausap ngayon.
Asan ka na ba?
Mga yabag, tumatakbo.
Ang bilis naman ng sagot sa tanong ko.
Hinawi niya lahat ng mga taong nakapaligid sa akin, sa amin.
Tinanong niya kung anong nangyari.
“Nadapa kasi ako eh.” Awtomatik ang hikbi ko. Totoo pala yun ‘no, mas nakakaiyak pag lalapitan ka tas magtatanong na may kasamang concern.
Inaasahan ko na kung ano-anong mga salitang nagpapahiwatig ng awa ang maririnig ko sa kanya. O baka sermonan pa ako nito. Alala niyo pa ba yung, “Sabi ko sa’yo humawak ka?”
Ine-expect ko na ang mga “Julie kasi, ‘di nag-iingat!” o “Julie? Wag na natin ituloy ‘to kasi hindi mo talaga kaya.” o “Naku, Julie magpahinga ka na dun sa dressing room. Hindi mo kaya.”
Tiningnan niya lang ako, mata sa mata, at tinanong, “Kaya mo? Kaya mo pa ba?”
Hindi lang yun basta tanong. Yung boses niya nagsasabing may tiwala siya sa akin, na kayang-kaya ko ‘to. Walang awa. Para ngang booster pa eh. Yung mata niya hindi man lang ako tinitigan na parang wala akong magagawa kasi nga medyo masama yung bagsak ko. Para ngang hindi yun ang sinabi niya eh.
Parang ang sabi niya sa akin, “Julie, kaya mo yan. Ikaw pa.”
Kaya sabi ko, “Ge, ge. Tuloy.”
Tinulungan niya akong tumayo. At hindi niya ako binitawan. Ang tibay ng kapit. Para bang hindi na ako madadapa pa kelan man. Tinapos namin ang kanta.
Inalalayan niya ako papuntang dressing room.
Nakaupo ako sa isang silya sa loob, habang siya, nakatayo at nakapamewang sa harap ko.
Shems. Sa mga panahong ito pineprepare ko na ang sarili ko sa isang bugso ng mga tanong at “sinabi ko naman sa’yo.” Inihahanda ko na ang tenga ko at ang puso ko.
Wow. Puso. Heavy.
Dahan dahan kong iniangat ang ulo ko para magtagpo ang paningin namin. Kagulat-gulat na nakangiti siya.
“Julie, what can I do to make you feel better?”
Itinaas ko ang isa kong kilay. ”Yun lang? Walang ‘Di ba sabi ko sa’yo mag-ingat ka?’ Wala?”
“Lalo lang sasama pakiramdam mo pag ganun.” Tumawa siya. “Oh, sagutin mo na tanong ko.”
“Hmmm. Madulas ka rin sa stage. Para quits tayo. Hahaha.” Nanlaki mga mata niya. “Dejokelang. Ok na ako. Thanks kanina.”
“Gusto mo ba talaga madulas din ako?” Tanong niya. “Sige.” Akmang lalabas na siya ng pinto.
“HOY! JOKE LANG! SABI KO NAM—”
Bigla siyang humarap sa akin. “Grabe. May floorwax ba ‘tong sahig ng dressing room?”
“Huh, bakit?” Ang labo naman.
“Mahal kasi kita. Oops, nadulas ako. Baka nga may nagfloorwax dito.” Napakamot siya sa ulo. “Oh ayan, quits na tayo.” Ngiting tagumpay.
puso ko este yung paa ko.
“Hope I made you feel better.” Sabay tingin sa paa ko, tas lumabas na siya.
Nalipat na yung sakit ng paa ko sa panga ko. Kanina pa pala ako nakangiti.
Nakatayo na ako.
Nirehearse ko ng konti yung steps para sa prod namin ni Maq mamaya.
Aba, pwede na!
Ang epektib namang gamot nung floorwax. Langya.