My Lab!

By Emmanuelle

He came into my life when he was least expected. In truth of fact (o, may truth na, may fact pa), he was not expected at all.

I am definitely sure I did not express a desperate wanting for him. Cross my heart and hope to live. These eyes did not plead, these lips did not utter, ever, the please word. These feet did not stomp the ground, imperiously demanding gimme gimme. And never did the unconscious subconscious subterranean id of me steamed, much more, screamed a longing for him.

No. Nope. Hindi po, Andi pa. Haan ngarud. Dili man gid. Na-ah.

But then, he came. He saw. He conquered.

And he is here to stay. At least, for a while. The while. The longest while.

It was love at first sight. For him. Not for me. And if I had a choice in this story, never again for me. I still remember my first, but I had stopped counting a very long while ago. How many deaths have I suffered? And how many resurrections have I lived?

So, when his eyes first talked to me, of love and all that la-di-da, I shrugged my shoulders. I shook my head disbelievingly. I whispered, let us see, let us see.

And surprise! He let me see. He made me see.

When he hugged me, he would stand a head taller, prouder than anyone had a right to be. That is, when viewed by someone from the sides. Seen from his backside, he obscured my not so tiny self, And from my back, I am engulfed, even swallowed whole. He is such a giant, you know.

And he does the hugging in the most romantic way. He places his elbows on my shoulders. He holds my head firm and still. And kisses me gently on the lips.

He is aware I do not approve of public displays of affection. That is why, he grips me firm and still.

Or else, I shall run, phewing and yakking all the way.

And he does not only hug and kiss well. Oh, how he serves me!

From work, I would drop, face first, straight unto my bed. I forget to change, I forsake dinner.

This gentle giant would take off my footwear. He would punch on the fan. He would clear the clutter off the bed. And he would wait for me to stir, even if the waiting took the rest of the night.

He would lay spread out a decent inch from me or sit quietly on the floor watching out for the ghosts and demons that drove me restless. He scares them. They leave me be, even for a sleepy while.

I would wake up not with the crowing alarm of the clock, but with the growling of both our stomachs. He would welcome me back to this waking world with a huge smile drowning out the rest of his dear face. And soon, he would begin to drop kisses all over me. Snip, snip, the censors’ scissors whisked.

And when we take a walk, eyes would follow us everywhere we go. The girls gape, the women gawk. The boys drip envious, the men retreat in fear. How could she have won him over? She, the homey one. He, this dark and dusky brawny giant?

I had always claimed I am the master of my fate. This time, even for once, I am proven right. I have mastered this giant. I am his master. For a while. The while. The longest while.

He is my lab. My only lab. Ano ba? Di mo pa gets?

Lab is my Labrador.

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