Lola says, "May batang lalake na Ilocano sa kitchen nagtratrabaho. Bago lang sya. Magkasing idad ata kayo." Okay, I thought. I pretty much didn't pay attention to what she said, but to make her ease off the topic, I replied, "Ah talaga?" And, she kept going anyway, so I asked what his name was. She said she heard her fellow co-workers call him "Mika" as in "My-ka."
Mika? What kind of a guy name is that?
Hm...
My Lola worked as a dietary assistant at Villa Scalabrini Nursing Home. I was an activity assistant at that time in the same facility. She worked in the morning until 3:30 pm. I worked until 3 pm during the weekend.
It was my day off, and I was picking up Lola when she mentioned him. Him! Who could this guy be that my Lola was so interested about?
As my Lola mentioned him more and more each day, my curiosity grew.
How does he look like? Is he a really nice person as my Lola seemed to say?
Another day came when I had to pick up my Lola from work. She was with a young guy approaching toward the car. He was medium-sized in height. A little chubby. Dark brown skin. Black, shiny, and spiky hair that looked like it's been tousled with gel. He was wearing a dietary-assistant-uniform: red polo shirt and khaki pants. Is he the guy Lola was talking about? I'm sure he is.
Here they come.
How do I look? Why does Lola have to bring him now without telling me? I look awful!
I was sitting in the driver's seat when Lola introduced him to me. We both said hi and acknowledged each other's presence. We were smiling here and there. It was supposed to be the typical introduction you get when you meet someone new, but there's something different about this one. While chatting, I felt butterflies in my stomach as we looked at each other. I don't understand! What does this feeling mean?
I finally caught his name.
His name is Michael. Michael Cruz.
By: Jane Pauline
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