'Dali, Ma'am.'
I heard the man in his thirties tell me.
This I know meant, 'follow' in bisaya. He seemed to move away so I immediately told him somehow loudly,
'I still have some of my luggages still inside the airport.'
My throat constricted after that.
That's the longest I've spoken since I left L.A.
After all of my crying and sobs, I think this is what I get. A painful throat.
The man who fetched me, approached another man who seemed like a porter and instructed him to carry my luggages for me to his van. I overheard it all and they spoke in bisaya, gladly. So I understood. I just tailed them and we rode the van.
At least it's air conditioned! Thank God!
I did not expect the Philippine heat by August. I thought it's monsoon. It should be windy! Oh, well.
I was silent the whole ride. I didn't expect another three-hour transit! I'm totally spent! We arrived by early evening. I was just peeking the window since it's still visible outside from the airport and I saw a number of bahay-kubo, the native houses in the Philippines. But some are made of concrete too. But.. Somehow midway, I fell asleep.
'Hey, Amara, right?'
Said the man who fetched me and who was the one who drove the van too. I just slept half of the ride home in the off seat. I think it's rude of me to sit at the back while he's alone driving.
'Abot na ta'
which meant, 'we have arrived'.
To which I opened my eyes immediately.
Oh, I'm finally heeeree!
'Hey, thank you so much for fetching me, I am Amara. And you are?'
He smiled and extended his hand in front of me,
'Attorney Royale. My pleasure to finally meet you.'
He gave me a kind smile at that.
What he said made me form my lips into an O. Don't get me wrong. I thought our lawyer is old! Haha I laughed inside my head.