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When He Calls, I Answer

Posted on April 4, 2010 10:00 am by Veronica

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21502_1465_main.jpgOur office in Quezon City relocated to a bigger corporate office in Ortigas--right in the heart of the busy concrete jungle. Our new office has floor-to-ceiling glass windows that offer a fantastic view of the San Miguel compound, SM Megamall, and Lourdes School of Mandaluyong. My new work area has soft yellow lights that helped me mellow down my burning desire to put chili flakes in Ana’s morning coffee, just to see if she’ll turn the shade of fried bacon.

But Sam’s icky in-love face kept me from doing anything murderous.

I continued to steal chicken and lamb chops from Sam’s kitchen—with Nino used to it by this time—but Sam never noticed. Ever. I guess people who are in love are like that: blinded and oblivious.

Metrowalk and Shangri-La became my new Timog. I continued to drink, whine, and dine with friends till dawn, and later crash in the condo’s couch because I couldn’t make it to my room most of the time. Only now, I would wake up in the same position because Sam was already out whenever I came in. We hardly talked in the past days. After a few weeks of this rebellion thing, I finally got tired. So whenever Sam would send me that freaking smiley icon, I would walk to Charlie’s condo in front of Robinsons Galleria to spend the night.

Charlie, as I have discovered, is a very organized woman, bordering on obsessive-compulsive, actually. Her place is small but it’s immaculately clean and organized to the point that I once thought that maybe she doesn’t really live there. Her bed is always made; her kitchenette is always sparkling clean; and her closet looks like a lifestyle showcase na kulang na lang ay spotlights. In short, she makes my glass-room look like a big mess. And have I mentioned that you can kiss her bathroom tiles? Gano'n siya ka-adik sa paglilinis!

Sometimes, we’d just drink with her journalist friends or have coffee at Gloria Jean’s. Sometimes, we’d just watch suspense thrillers or paint our nails. Sometimes, I’d spill my guts out and rant (yet again) about Sam and his eating, talking, grade school-teaching, f*cking pig!

But what’s good about Charlie is that she just listens. Sure, we bitched about the pig together. But she never questioned my sanity or ill feelings. She just let me be.

I tried to steer my negative energy into something positive. I worked my ass off on each and every account I handled. I shopped twice as much as before and actually dated a guy or two.

One Friday night, right in the middle of a candlelit dinner at Barcino with this pilot-to-be named Jimmy, my phone beeped. I made an excuse to hurry back to the condo. It was the first time Sam wanted my company in months.

“I thought this Sam guy is just your friend?” the baby-faced pilot-in-training asked.

“He is,” I answered. “Let’s continue this dinner some other time, okay?”

“But I’m going back to Clark tomorrow,” he grabbed my hand when I stood up from the table. “Can’t you just let him wait for a while? At least finish dinner.”

“I can’t,” I answered and wiggled my hand out. “This is Sam.”

“Do you always run to him when he calls?” Jimmy crossed his arms on his chest. “What does that make you?”

At this point, I crossed my arms, raised an eyebrow, and set my boot-ed feet in motion.

“It’s complicated,” I said smugly. “Fly away, Jimmy.”

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