Arliyah Villareal Ciejo
BINUKSAN NI Sandro ang pintuan palabas ng balkonahe at bumungad sa akin ang romantikong set-up doon. Ang lamesa na bilog at dalawang upuan na magkaharap. There are candles everywhere, surrounding the table.
Umihip ang malamig na hangin. Gaano man kalamig ang ihip ng hangin ay hindi nito mapapantayan ang init ng nararamdaman ko para kay Sandro.
“I set a romantic dinner for you,” he whispered behind me and slowly drew next to me. He took my hand as my shift went to him.
“You… you bought all of these?” taka kong baling sa kanya. Hindi ko alam kung saan galing ang bouquet of roses and romantic candlelight. Idagdag pa roon ang mga bulaklak na nagkalat sa sahig.
“I made this for you.” He gently pulled me towards the table. I wandered my eyes around, still stunned
