A/N: Just kill me.

Homecoming

Oneshot

Juan dela Cruz inhaled deeply as he stepped out the NAIA Airport. Finally, he had returned to his home country, the Philippines, after staying abroad for several years.

Gathering his luggage, he hailed a taxi and got in.

“Saan kayo, sir?” asked the driver, being versed in English, didn't bother to speak it since his passanger was a native.

“Ano...sa Cainta, daan kang Marikina,” Juan replied and took to sight-seeing from the cab's window as it began cruising down the road.

A wave of nostalgia swept over the OFW as he saw how much has changed and not changed since he left the country. A sigh escaped him as he saw the same old squatters and trash under the highway. There was no doubt he was home.

They then passed by a large condomenium. It looked fairly new.

“Gaano katagal yan ginawa?” Juan asked the driver, pointing at what he saw.

“Ah, iyan sir?” he answered, looked at his passenger through the rearview mirror. “Mga isang taon, sir.”

“Isang taon?” the OFW remarked. “Anim na buwan lang yan sa pinagtrabahuhan ko!” he said, having been hired as an architect overseas.

The driver shrugged. His mind began returning to the prospect of a home cooked supper by his wife when Juan spoke again.

“Eh iyan?” he asked, pointing to a shopping mall up ahead.

The other man's frown went unseen. “Mga tatlong taon, sir.”

“Tatlong taon?” The hints of a mocking tone could be heard in Juan's laugh. “Kung sa amin yan, isang taon lang yan.”

The driver sighed, but refused to comment nevertheless. His eye twitched when his passanger pointed to a quaint school.

“Eh yan?” asked the architect. “Gaano katagal iyan?”

“Anim na buwan po...”

“Tatlo lang yan sa amin,” Juan scoffed.

After a few moments of blessed silence, the taxt drove by a towering skyscraper.

“Eh yan?” was asked so sharply and suddenly that the irked taxi driver almost crashed them both. He was extremely tired of Juan's boasting.

“Ewan ko!” he exclaimed. “Kanina lang wala yan eh!”

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