Once I stepped inside from our gate, my girly heart started getting hyper again. My god, did everything that happened really happened? I placed my hand on my chest and felt my cheeks starting to hurt. Ah, I'm smiling too much. But who can blame me?
Trying to calm myself lest our maid think that I've gone crazy, I walked briskly to our house. As I entered and passed the living room, I saw my mother sitting on one of the sofas reading a magazine.
"Mama, I'm home." I greeted.
She stopped reading the magazine to look at me. She smiled. "It's good you're back. Come here." then asked, "Where's your friend? I should give her my thanks."
I walked closer to her "He already left. Ma, can I borrow your phone? I want to thank him for sending me back."
"He? A boy? Is my daughter having her first suitor?" she teased.
