Quickies

proud

FICTION
(posted originally on twitter)

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she was smothered with hugs and pats on the back and handshakes by the dabarkads soon as the commercial went on. she gave each of the BW boys a hug and thanked them for the performance. poleng and luanne chatted with her as they went backstage to the artists room, but she kept looking back. the one person she needed to be near her was nowhere to be found. her heart was beating so fast, ready to be disappointed in case the other dabarkads tells her that he had to leave early because he still was feeling under the weather.

but he was there with her during rehearsal, even if he didn't have to be, yet he was there for her. and she was of course thankful for that. he will forever be her rock, no matter what anyone else says about them. management be damned.

she felt him even before she saw him as she entered the artists room. he was at the far end, holding yellow carnations and smiling like crazy. she walked slowly towards him, into his arms, and she started bawling like a child.

"hey. tapos na. what's with the crying? you were amazing."

"akala ko umalis ka na eh."

"shh. pwede ba yun? hindi ako pwedeng umalis..."

she looked up at him with a smile on her face. he wiped her tears and cupped her chin.

"...may guhit bulaga pa kaya. aray!"

"naman eh!"

"ito naman. joke lang ma. hindi naman kita iiwan ng hindi kita kino-congratulate syempre."

"muntik ko na malaglag yung drum stick."

"pero hindi, di ba?"

"tapos yung isang song medyo lumiko yung tono ko."

"pero naibalik mo din naman, di ba?"

"tapos yung mmmppffff...."

he kissed her full on the lips, stopping her from whatever rant or complaint she was about to make about her performance. he broke away from their liplock with a smile, still holding her close, their foreheads touching.

"you were you, ma. and i am so proud of you."