You were sitting at the couch when I came in. How you went through the door, I don't know; I was
so preoccuppied into thinking of the many possible reasons you came, until my mind lost its
patience and blurted out, "Ba't ka na'ndito?" (Why are you here?)
For most people, uninvited guests are always not welcome. I am one of those kinds of people. Now
what bothered me back then was that when I came in, you were looking through my books. A quick
scan around the house told me that you spent a lot of time inside already, moving and examining
things about. You probably visit the house regularly. Stunning. I stayed by the door until I was
forced to move from your look. You were not worried, you were not scared. It showed in your eyes.
You were expecting me, but no, you're not waiting for me; you were simply waiting for a reaction,
and seemed well-prepared. "Ba't ka na'ndito?" (Why are you here?) That was the least that I could
I didn't know what happened, but time flew by, and I just found myself sitting at the couch with
you, watching the television, talking about things I never imagined I could tell (especially to you).
Time flew, slowly or quickly, I don't care. I just let it pass. Hours faded, but I never ran out of things
to tell. Some moments along the course of our conversation, I paused and remembered myself
unable to comprehend your presence. But it was your very presence that made me forget such
nonsense questions. I was having fun, and you, I honestly do not know if you do. But you were
smiling, and whether it was fake or not do not matter to me. I was happy.
It was 6:30 am when you finally decided to go. Sudden restlessness made me uneasy, but just for a
while. The thought of your own place made me concerned - I guess I was just being at home too
much. You went ashore as quick as you chose to go. I never looked at your back. Just as you
stepped out of the house, I closed the door slowly and steadily, not wanting anyone to wake up. The
process allowed enough time for me to reflect: such a barren feeling, I knew I was not expecting for
your return. Turning about, I found one of my books slightly off the shelf. I slid it back, a sudden