Meet My Parents

“Honey, pasenya ka na kung parang madaming usisero sa atin. Ganun yata pag friendly ang tao, maraming gustong makaalam ng nangyayari sa buhay ko,” I explained to Miel as he was reading my text messages from friends and acquaintances who learned about our engagement.

He said that he’s not used to that kind of attention. Ever since we became a couple, his private life was exposed to people with different intentions of knowing the why’s and the how’s in our relationship. I told him that he could always remain discreet of his private life without offending them.

I know where his discomfort is coming from. He’s just a simple person with a limited crowd. His crowd belongs mainly to his religious affiliation. On the other hand, I grew up exposed to different crowds: politicos, religious groups, istambay sa kanto, coño, jologs–name it, I was exposed to it!

His greatest challenge so far is meeting my parents this coming weekends. He’s not used to doing it. He’s been practicing how to speak and act for the pamamanhikan.

Ate Ams gave me some tips for the pamamanhikan. I don’t know if it’s applicable to us. I am just so excited. Ewan ko. This is it! Pray for us!

My answer is “YES!”


5:00 AM this morning, Miel went to my apartment to check me over.
I am suffering from a bad cold since last night. He went straight
to my room, lied on my bed and checked my temperature. He reached for
the Vicks Vaporub and massaged my forehead. It was he who suggested to
me to try the conventional way of treating colds. I hate the scent of
Vicks Vaporub. There’s something in it that makes me sick to the stomach!

He asked me to close my eyes and I did. He kissed me on my lips and said,
“Will you promise to understand me no matter what?”

I opened my eyes. His eyes were teary. I asked him what the problem is.
He said that he’s not sure whether he’ll be around with me tomorrow or
on the coming days.

I asked him if he intends to move out of the company. He said no.
He caressed my left hand and inserted a gold ring into my middle finger.

“Will you marry me?” he asked. His face was blushing. His eyes, still teary.

“Are you kidding? That’s my ring!” I said. I pretended not to believe him.

“No, I bought it for you,” he said.

I was still sleepy. I looked at the engagement ring. My ring has three small stones
on it. The engagament ring has only one stone, though slightly larger than my ring’s

“Yes, I will marry you. You will be the father of my children. I love you!” I said.

“I love you, too. You’ll be mine forever,” he said.

He closed his eyes, probably lingering the moment. He said that he’s sweet but not
romantic. I disagree. He is more than a romantic. What is more romantic or sweeter than
a boyfriend who checks you over when you’re sick?

I still cannot believe that we’re engaged.

God, you are so good! You gave me two frogs to lead me to my prince!

Am I Officially Engaged?

New boyfriend expresses his desire to settle down with me next year. June 9, 2009 seems like a good wedding date. We don’t intend to make this wedding extravagant; we plan to make it as simple as possible. I don’t have the guts to ask him how much he has saved for him to have the balls to propose to me. I am still assessing my feelings for him if it’s true love or just infatuation.

Anyways, he is bent on marrying me next year. He belongs to a different religion and he asks me to be converted. I have attended two sessions with him and so far, I don’t see anything wrong in their beliefs.

I am still praying if I will push through with the wedding next year. He’s a good person and I don’t want to give him false hopes that I truly love him. Everyday is a special day, though. He loves me very much and he tries hard to prove it to me.

Am I officially engaged? Maybe yes….