Like creamer for coffee the voice of the stranger calling Miguelita makes him stop to breath and he feels like dying. He turns around shyly and
Yes… yes sir… Me… you’re calling me… Miguelita replied.
“Yes, it’s lonely drinking this great coffee of yours and I’m new here, maybe you could give me some advice or whatever about your town” … the stranger replied casually.
I’m Cirilo by the way… Cirilo Franco… The stranger stands up and extent his hand.
Of course Miguelita drops the tray and pretends to dropped it accidentally as he apologetically extends his cold and shivering hand towards Cirilo. Cirilo accepts the cold hand with his warm hand and squeezed it tightly. The gay blushed.
I’m Miguelita… Yeah just Miguelita… the gay replied. He gestures to the handsome man to sit down as he picks up the fallen tray. He then proceeds to clear a chair and sits awkwardly…
… and in that scene begins a new chapter in the homosexual’s lonely existence.
“Cirilo Franco is a doctor that’s been stationed in the ER section of the town’s hospital. He actually comes from a distant city. He is confident, very articulate and strangely very loquacious for a man. He is well accepted in the hospital’s community as he is very good in his profession and popular as he makes the women swoon with his smile and beautiful eyes. I don’t know if his gay or his married but that doesn’t bother you right, And strangely he seems to like hanging out at your coffee shop lately”… The incriminating Nene narrates monotonously to Miguelita as he sips his coffee.
Oh and by the way you look different today… the diva furthered.
You look like you did something to your face or something? Whatever … I need to go back to my dresses now… and thanks for the coffee… see yah later… Nene said goodbye to Miguelita who were cleaning up the table.
Ever since that night when Cirilo first came to Miguelita’s place, the homosexual was never been the same again. The world seems brighter and more meaningful for him. His life of constant grinding and brewing became a life of hoping and loving. Queerly Cirilo on other hand became closer to Miguelita as he frequents his coffee shop. Over bittersweet black coffees they talked almost every night after both of them finishes their duties… and oddly formed a bond that even Nene clearly notices that their falling for each other. And their talking leads to touching and the touching leads to sex and then there is no mystery left as everything is consummated. Then a couple of months more Cirilo decided to move in to Miguelita’s place.
The homosexual is beautiful… Nene thought.
Yes… yes sir… Me… you’re calling me… Miguelita replied.
“Yes, it’s lonely drinking this great coffee of yours and I’m new here, maybe you could give me some advice or whatever about your town” … the stranger replied casually.
I’m Cirilo by the way… Cirilo Franco… The stranger stands up and extent his hand.
Of course Miguelita drops the tray and pretends to dropped it accidentally as he apologetically extends his cold and shivering hand towards Cirilo. Cirilo accepts the cold hand with his warm hand and squeezed it tightly. The gay blushed.
I’m Miguelita… Yeah just Miguelita… the gay replied. He gestures to the handsome man to sit down as he picks up the fallen tray. He then proceeds to clear a chair and sits awkwardly…
… and in that scene begins a new chapter in the homosexual’s lonely existence.
“Cirilo Franco is a doctor that’s been stationed in the ER section of the town’s hospital. He actually comes from a distant city. He is confident, very articulate and strangely very loquacious for a man. He is well accepted in the hospital’s community as he is very good in his profession and popular as he makes the women swoon with his smile and beautiful eyes. I don’t know if his gay or his married but that doesn’t bother you right, And strangely he seems to like hanging out at your coffee shop lately”… The incriminating Nene narrates monotonously to Miguelita as he sips his coffee.
Oh and by the way you look different today… the diva furthered.
You look like you did something to your face or something? Whatever … I need to go back to my dresses now… and thanks for the coffee… see yah later… Nene said goodbye to Miguelita who were cleaning up the table.
Ever since that night when Cirilo first came to Miguelita’s place, the homosexual was never been the same again. The world seems brighter and more meaningful for him. His life of constant grinding and brewing became a life of hoping and loving. Queerly Cirilo on other hand became closer to Miguelita as he frequents his coffee shop. Over bittersweet black coffees they talked almost every night after both of them finishes their duties… and oddly formed a bond that even Nene clearly notices that their falling for each other. And their talking leads to touching and the touching leads to sex and then there is no mystery left as everything is consummated. Then a couple of months more Cirilo decided to move in to Miguelita’s place.
The homosexual is beautiful… Nene thought.
To be continued… bwahahahahahaha….
3 comments:
Is this a legend based on a true to layf story? Ha,ha,ha... ang ganda .... I want to know more please....
Uuuy, pinapahaba para mas maraming blog entries. Chinkee lang!!!
We love you, bubbles!
Well... well... well... lets just say Miss Jase it's loosely--- as in LOOOSEELY based on some realities of my life that i think would happen in the future hahahahaha...
chingki lang... alam ni storm yan!!!
pack ice sheet... i think i'm not that opaque... i'm very tranparent... in fact i'm blushing now...
YOU STORM HA STOP IT!!!
i cut it into three parts because masyado syang mahaba for one sitting.... hmmmp...
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