Stick With Me, Baby

Day -394, Thursday

Corin and Adele sat at the end of the long table where the group was all assembled for lunch at some fancy restaurant. Corin put his hand over hers which was beside his on the table, looking straight at her as Adele stared at Ethan, who was gaily describing the island his parents planned on buying. Adele annoyingly knocked his hand away like it was no more than a mere fly, which to her it was. A few minutes later, she felt his palm on her lap, doing nothing but being there. Indifferently, she shifted her body so that her back was facing him, sliding his hand off of her.

"Go out with me." Corin said, his breath hot on her ear as he leaned in front of him to whisper.

"Shut up, Corin."

Corin smiled. This wasn't the first time. In fact, this will be another one of the many to come. He wouldn't shut up until she said yes.

"Give it a try, Adele. You'll love it." He whispered again.

"No."

"Please, Adele. You've been saying no like what? A gazillion times? Aren't you tired of it? Say yes for a change."

"What part of 'No' can't you understand, moron? The N or the O?"

"You."

She held back the urge to scream. He was getting on her nerves. How long has he been doing this? A month? Ever since he moved in their neighborhood.

No, she wasn't going out with him. Not ever. No matter how many times he asked or how many times he touched her. No, it wasn't enough to convince her. Nothing can.

"Are you still hoping for Ethan to notice you?" he asked, his voice sounding irritated.

"No. Why would I want that anyway? He notices me."

"Oh yes he does." He sarcastically remarked.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, though the other seven were oblivious to the argument the two were having at the back. "What was that supposed to mean?"

"What do you think?"

"Jealousy."

"A part of it, I think. But the greater part is: The guy doesn't like you." He said simply, shrugging uncaringly. "Not like I do, anyway."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. He doesn't notice how your hips move when you walk, which is sexy. Or how your lips pout when you talk, gorgeous. Or how your brown, curly hair cascades down your back when you let down the lousy ponytail. No, sweetheart. He doesn't. But I do."

"And the point that you're getting at is…?"

"Go out on a date with me, and you'll see that you love me, too. I may not be tall, but I'm dark and handsome, witty and ambitious. I'm worth the shot, you know."

She rolled her eyes disgustingly. "I don't go out with egotistical asres like you. Take that as a no."


Day -389, Tuesday

Just like he always did, Corin took her hand, but just like she always did, she wagged his hand away. He raised his eyebrows at her, a hopeful smile on his face until she sighed and rolled her brown eyes. No. It was one of her signature no's again. He raked his fingers through his jet black hair, making it messier than it was before, releasing a grunt.

What was the matter with her? Why couldn't she say yes? Isn't it easier to say yes and save him from all of this? Not that he minded; he loved following her around. And bugging her. She was pissed at him anyway. Annoy her more and she might like you back in the end.

His thoughts took the best of him and before he knew it, she was walking away from the table where their usual group sat.

"Excuse me." He mumbled incoherently at the guy beside him, standing up hurriedly and running up to her.

"Adele!" he called.

Instead of turning around or slowing down, she rolled her eyes at herself and quickened her pace. If it wasn't rude enough or weird, she would've ran away from him.

He caught her and grabbed her wrists, holding on to her as they walked together.

"What?" she asked, annoyance rising in her voice, pulling her hand away.

He still stayed by her said and continued to walk with her. "C'mon, Adele. Just this one chance. You know I won't stop begging."

"And you know I won't stop saying no. To you, at the least."

"Is it because of Ethan?" he asked, the poorly-concealed bitterness showing in his tone.

"Yeah, I think. Partially because of him and mainly because of you."

"Me?"

"Yes, you, you idiot."

"Stop calling me that. Or moron. Or dumbass. Or any of those words that's synonymous with stupid. I'm smarter than you think I am. Maybe even smarter than you are."

"See? That's the reason why I won't date you."

"Me being perfectly honest with myself?"

"No. It's you being conceited and you being not Ethan."

"Screw Ethan. I swear, he likes someone that's not you. So come on a date with me and you'll never regret it."

"No. And besides, of all the guys I'm dating, you're the only one who doesn't have a car."

"But I don't need a car to court you. I live right next to your house! C'mon, Adele. Just this once. Just one shot. If you hate it, tell me and I'll never ever bother you to ask for a second one."

"You promise?"

He smiled. "I promise."

"Well you see, Corin, I'm completely sure that I would hate it, so why waste time proving it when the result is as clear as day and night to me? The answer's still no."

His smile fell. "You'll love it. You'll love me, too. And you'll come begging for more."

"No, Corin. I don't like or love you. I hate you – remember that. Reason? Plain and simple – you're pissing me of every single day of my life ever since we met. So yeah, I practically abhor you."

Corin shrugged. "Don't be so sure of yourself, sweetheart. The line between love and hate is so thin. You might wake up one morning and find yourself in love with me."

"Oh, I can assure you. That morning will not come. Not this, or in any other lifetime."

"Oh, but I bet it will. I'll make you wake up to it."

"Well then, I'd like to see you try."

"Applaud me afterwards."

"Standing ovation."


Day -389, Tuesday

"Ethan?" Corin asked his roommate who was sleeping on the upper bunk.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" Ethan's groggy voice answered.

"I need to ask you a favor."

"Speak now. Or I'll fall asleep before you finish."

"I need you to ask Adele on a date."

"Are you kidding me?" he scoffed. "Isn't that your girl? And besides I have a girlfriend."

"You ask her out and you ask your girlfriend out. Ditch her in the place. I'll take it from there."

"Ethan does not ditch a girl."

"Even for me?"

"Even for you."

"What if I get you tickets for that concert Lily's dying to watch?"

Ethan remained silent for a few seconds. "Well, I'll have to reconsider your proposal…"

"Does that mean a yes?"

"Have you been too accustomed to no's you couldn't understand a yes?" he answered, yawning and shifting his weight so that the bed creaked.

"I'll take that as a yes."


Day -388, Wednesday

Adele was sitting on the park bench, reading Newsweek while waiting for her lunch break to end and go off to work. Well actually, reading Newsweek was what she would like people to think she was doing, instead of really suppressing a smile and sneaking peeks at Ethan who was talking animatedly with – get this – Corin a few meters across her. Ethan was what her ideal man was supposed to be – tall, dark and stunningly handsome. He was good with what he does; it wouldn't surprise her if he got promoted early for his age. She wondered to herself when he would actually ask her out. Could Corin be right? What if Ethan didn't notice her at all? She shook her head. That couldn't be. Ethan once offered her coffee while on night shift, he gave his seat in the train and when they would pass by each other, he'd smile and sometimes wink at her. She smiled at those thoughts, staring dreamily at Ethan. Then, remembering where she was, she snapped out from her daydreams and dropped her head, suddenly absorbed on what she was reading in case somebody saw that she was ogling at Ethan.

"Adele!" someone called a few seconds later. She should've rolled her eyes. But no, to her surprise, it wasn't Corin's voice. It was Ethan's.

She quickly looked up and sure enough, there was Ethan, and all his splendid glory, approaching her, leaving a glaring Corin behind. Slowly, a smile formed on her face.

Ethan stopped in front of her, panting. His green eyes twinkled and his brown tousled hair was sticking out in every direction. "Hey." He breathed.

"Hey." She said. "What's up?"

He looked down, a bit abashed, then a boyish grin spread across his face as he looked up at her.

"Well, I was wondering…" he trailed off.

"Yes?" she encouraged.

"I… was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime. Movies? Drinks, maybe?"

Her heart skipped a beat. Was this it? Was Ethan actually asking her out? She took a deep breath, avoiding hyperventilation and the urge to squeal.

"Sure." She squeaked.

"Really?" he asked, his grin broadening.

"Yeah." She said breathlessly, nodding.

"Great. How bout dancing and drinks? The Flame?"

"Sure."

"Friday night then? Pick you up?"

"Perfect."

"Great." Then he walked away, a successful smile on his face.

Adele couldn't help but grin foolishly at herself. Catching Corin's eye, she childishly stuck her tongue out and mouthed, I told you so.

Corin smirked and turned to walk away.


Day -386, Friday

Adele studied herself on the full-length mirror inside her room. She was dressed in her fabulous deep blue dress cut just above the knee. To match it up, she had a silver glittery purse slung across her body and strappy silver heels. All in all, she think she looked… sexy. She smiled victoriously. If this doesn't get her Ethan, she didn't know what will.

She was sitting on the living room sofa, flipping magazines and taming her wild, excited heart, when the doorbell rang. She threw the magazine down on the floor, took one glimpse on the console mirror to check that she looked perfect, cleared her throat and opened the door. There stood Ethan, gorgeous as always, in a casual dark green polo with sleeves folded up to the elbows, wearing an attractive smile on his face.

"Hi." She said, grinning at him.

"Uhm, hi. My car's over there. Let's go?" he asked.

She nodded, stepped out on her porch and locked her doors.

Ethan walked her to his car, opened her door for her and drove her to The Flame, a dancing place where people their age hang out and date.

This, she knew, would be a fine time.

Up until they reached the said place. The Flame was bright with flashing lights that whirl or wave or shine randomly at them. Ethan led Adele to a table near the bar and surprisingly, Corin, the same black haired, brown eyed, annoying Corin, was there, leaning casually on the table, obviously waiting for someone.

"Adele?" Ethan shouted over the loud music and noise.

"Yeah?" she answered, glaring at Corin and raised her eyebrows at him, signaling, What the heck are you doing here?

" This is Corin, my roommate. We live right next to you. You met him already, right?" Ethan introduced.

Corin gave Adele a mischievous grin that annoyed Adele the more.

"Unfortunately, yes." She answered.

"Well that's great. I'm gonna leave you two guys alone."

Before Adele could ask him what he meant, he disappeared through the crowd. She decided he'd get her drinks.

"Hey, sweetheart." Corin said, taking her hand.

She swatted his hand away. "If you're asking me out again, you know my answer. Now, leave me alone."

Corin shrugged. "Suit yourself."

Ten minutes passed. Maybe Ethan got stuck in the bathroom?

"Where the hell is Ethan?" Adele mumbled.

"Oh, he's somewhere in here, with Lily." Corin answered indifferently.

"Lily?"

"Yeah, Lily."

"Who's Lily?

"Ethan's long-time girlfriend. They're getting married soon."

Adele's mouth hung open and her eyes narrowed, her eyebrows meeting in the middle in a V-shape. For a moment, she got lost at what Corin said.

"What a sick beast. He asked me out so he could hang out with his girlfriend?" she remarked, royally pissed.

"Well," Corin started, clearing his throat and looking at her straight in the eye. "He did it in exchange for tickets to a concert."

Her head abruptly turned to him and her sharp eyes focused intently on his own.

"You. Paid Ethan. To ask me. Out?" she said the words with gritted teeth.

He nodded and winked at her.

Immediately, before he could duck his head or run for cover, her purse smacked him in the head. "You –" smack "Are –" smack "The most –" smack "desperate –" smack "moron –" smack "I have every met!" smack! Smack! Sma –… then before she could hit him some more, he got hold of her wrists and pinned them to her sides, placing her back in her seat.

She breathed heavily, glaring at him. "Pissing a girl isn't the smartest thing to do, Corin."

When he was sure she wouldn't attack him again, he slowly let go of her and sat on his chair, opposite to her. He smiled a bit. "Either way, you're stuck with me, sweetheart."

"How sure are you that I don't know anyone in here aside from you and Ethan?"

"Do you?" he raised his eyebrows, daring her.

She looked around, praying in her head that she could see at least one familiar face. At least one. But alas, the crowd was too packed for her to see beyond the first string of people on the dance floor.

She looked at him defiantly. "I'll go home, then."

She gathered her purse and stood up but as quickly as she did, Corin's arm shot out and grabbed her hand.

"Stay with me." He said.

"No." she tugged her hand. "After making me look like a fool you expect me to stay with you?"

He wouldn't let go. He tightened his hold on her. "Just one drink."

She stood up insolently, contemplating. Why not? Maybe he'd leave her alone after this. She's here anyway. And it wasn't like she agreed to go out with him in the first place.

"Please." He tugged her arm. He was literally begging.

The tone of his voice made her sit down, albeit a tad annoyed.

"Thanks." He said.

"Just a coke and then I'll leave."

He grinned. "Okay. Drink it slow, sweetheart." Then he got up to order.

When he got back and handed her the can, he asked, "Do you want to dance or something?"

"No. But if you want to, I don't mind." She answered, opening her coke and taking a sip.

He grunted and placed his hand above hers. Putting down the can on the table, she looked at their hands for a number of seconds. Then, she looked away towards the dance floor.

His forehead began to sweat and crease. Wasn't she supposed to knock it off? Or tell him to leave her alone? Or tell him never to touch her ever again? No, this wasn't what he was accustomed to. His heart beat began to race, making silly somersaults that men like him, mining engineers, shouldn't have.

He waited and waited but what he was waiting for did not come. She still didn't look at him.

What is she up to now? He thought. Shouldn't she have said something sarcastic? Or scream mean retorts at him?

A few more minutes of sheer silence between the two of them, their hands positioned in the middle of the table, made Corin nervous.

And then he decided. He decided to know what was going on.

But you see, Corin wasn't a guy with a lot of words. He was a man with a lot of actions. So he stood up abruptly, letting go of her hand.

She turned her face to look at him. He gave her a crooked smile, leaned towards her from across the table, cupped her face with a hand, his other arm balancing him on the table, and planted a small, gentle kiss on her soft, warm lips.

He pulled away when she didn't. He suppressed a smile. She didn't kiss him back but she didn't pull away. That should count for something, right?

He glanced at her. Her cheeks were tinged with pink, looking oddly at him with her head tilted to one side.

And then his palms began to sweat. First, she agreed to stay with him. Second, she didn't swat away his hand. And now, she didn't pull away. Where are these taking them?

After a few seconds of awkward silence, he cleared his throat and asked, "So?"

Her fingers reached for her lips, then, a small smile escaped them. "I think you are right, Corin."

He could hear his heart beating. It was acting weirdly. "I usually am, sweetheart. But what about this time?"

"About how the line between love and hate is so thin." She answered in a small and sweet voice she never used with him. Not until now, anyway.

"It cut through, didn't it?" he asked, a smile, slowly forming.

She nodded hesitatingly.

"Is that good or bad?" he wanted to make sure.

"Good." She answered, then added unsurely, "I think."

Then his smile spread out into a full grin. "Great."


Day -384, Sunday

Corin and Adele were sitting on a window table of a restaurant one rainy afternoon. Drops of water fell from the sky and pelted on the glass, making the sidewalk view nothing but a blur.

Corin grinned, drawing circles on her palm that was upturned on the table. "Congratulations, sweetheart. We've been together for two days and you haven't said a single mean word to me."

She rolled her eyes. "It wasn't a habit, you know."

"Wasn't it?" he asked, jokingly suspicious, cocking an eyebrow.

She smiled and shook her head in amusement.

"You can't just call me and let me come all the way here just to make that remark." She said. "What were you going to tell me, Corin?"

"That I –"

She cut him off. "And don't tell me another I love you. I've been hearing that for the last thirty-six hours and I'm sick and tired of it."

He chuckled, shaking his head. A few seconds after, there was no trace of a smile left on his face as he focused on the floor. Lifting his head up and looking at her, his eyes were all seriousness.

"I need to tell you something." He said flatly.

"That's why I'm here, smarty pants."

"It's serious."

"I'm listening." Adele said. He once again glanced at a floor before looking at her and opened his mouth. He was about to say something but was cut off again. "Oh my goodness, Corin! Are you asking me to marry you? Already? It's been two days, you know. And I'm too young!" she exclaimed suddenly, her eyes growing as big as saucers and her voice edging hysteria.

Corin, after a moment of shock, burst out laughing. "Do you honestly believe I'm asking you to marry me now? As in right now?"

"Well, with the consistency and frequency of your I love you's, it could be."

"I mean, here? In a fast food chain? I am more romantic than that."

"What? You can't stuff the ring in my hamburger?"

He rolled his eyes, a habit he got from her. "Back to business, Adele."

"Right." She said, sitting up straight. "So now that marriage is out of the way –"

"For now," he interjected.

"So now that marriage is out of the way for now, what is it then?"

He pursed his lips for a second, his heart like a drum roll, before he said, "I'm leaving."

The clarity of what Corin said rang in Adele's ears, paralyzing her for a minute, giving enough time for her brain to absorb what he was saying.

She pulled her hand away from under his, carefully placing it on her lap, then asked, "You aren't dying, are you?"

The obtuse question caught him off guard and he chuckled.

"I thought this was supposed to be serious!" Adele argued.

"That was before you thought I was dying!" he said, in between laughs. "No, Adele. I'm not dying, I'm just leaving. But I'm coming back."

Adele bit her lower lip. She opened her mouth to say something, then deciding against it, she closed it again. Then she bit her lip again, tilting her head contemplatively. He noticed she did this when she thinks too hard.

"When? Where? Why? How long?" she finally asked.

"In ten days. India. It's work. It'll only be for six months."

"Can't you work here? I thought mining is good in the country."

"It is, sweetheart. But I need work experience to go far in the future. I can't stay here and be a common miner for the rest of my life. I have to go."

"That leaves me no choice, then."

"I want to know if you're okay with it."

She shrugged. "Of course I'm not okay with it, but you need it, so go. By the time you leave, it'll only be two weeks. Me and you."

"Will you stick with me through this?"

She smiled. "Of course I will, in one condition."

"What?"

"Come back safely. Okay?"

"Deal."


Day -375, Wednesday

"Take care, okay?" she said, hugging him tight in front of the pre-departure area.

"Don't worry, I won't go around harassing young Indian women there, sweetheart."

She smiled, playfully spanking Corin's shoulder.

"Passengers for Flight KM 1002 boarding for New Delhi, please prepare for boarding."

Adele smiled sadly, fighting back the tears that were about to fall. "You need to go now." She said, backing away from him slowly.

"What? No kiss?" he said, feigning surprise.

She smiled mischievously, touching her lips with her middle and pointing fingers, slowly retreating."Come back and get it."

"Oh I will come back to you, Adele."


Day -215, Saturday

A tanned Corin with a blank expression sat on a chair he moved in front of his bedroom window, overlooking Adele's front yard. He had been home two days ago and every time he could since then, he sat on that same spot. Two nights in a row, now three, he saw one particular guy coming in and out of Adele's doorstep. He remembered his conversation with Ethan the night he got back home.

"I don't know who the guy is, Corin. He's been there almost every day. Flowers, wine, chocolates and even once, a guitar, waking up every single house in the neighborhood with his glass-shattering voice." Ethan said after Corin asked him who the man was.

"She lets him in?" he asked again.

"Obviously." Ethan answered.

He massaged his head, pushing back the fury he felt. Tomorrow. She'll see.


Day -214, Sunday

"Corin? What are you doing here?" Adele's voice was thick with surprise, shock and nervousness that were also shown on her face.

"I came back to you, Adele." He said flatly. "To collect my kisses."

She smiled, though the anxiousness in her eyes did not leave. She leaned towards him, her lips towards him, until he gently pushed her away. She bent her neck to the side, thinking. Then she asked, "What's the problem?"

"Why don't we go inside and talk?"

Adele gave him a curt nod then led him into her living room. He took a seat opposite to the sofa she was sitting on.

"You're back early. I thought you said six months." Adele said.

"You didn't write back to me for two months." He said pointedly.

"You stopped writing."

"Not until you stopped answering. For five months, I wrote you letters. Did you find them tedious? You could've said so." It was true. He wrote her letters every week and the week after that, he'd receive her replies. Then one week grew into two and then three, until it widened into a month. But after not receiving anything for two whole months, he decided to go back home. It was a gut feeling. But he knew it was true. Point blank, he knew it was. Gut feelings got to have some source. And it proved to be right. There was someone else.

Adele remained silent. She looked guilty.

"What's happening here, Adele?"

"Nothing."

"Who is he?" he asked.

"Who's who?"

Suddenly, Adele's cell phone rang. It was on top of the table. Cyril is calling.

"Him." He said.

"Uhm." Adele stared at the phone, contemplating if she should answer it.

"Take it." Corin ordered.

Immediately, Adele picked it up. "Hello? Uhm, I don't think you should… No, no. Don't… That's stupid… Some other time, can we...? No, don't –"

Corin stared at her. Adele felt like crying. What mess did she get herself into?

"Let him come. I'll wait here."

"Corin." She said, her voice, pleading.

He shrugged and waited.

A half hour after, they heard someone in the doorway, strumming a guitar, slowly followed by a male voice. Corin grimaced. Ethan was right; the guy's voice was horrible.

"Corin, don't pick a fight with him. There's four of them right now.

Corin grinded his teeth together, irritated. His anger was slowly simmering to boiling point. Yet, he tried to let his voice remain calm. "Great." He said, reaching out for his back pocket. "I just brought enough then."

"Enough what?"

Corin pulled out a 22-millimeter gun from his pocket. Emptying it, he placed the gun and eight bullets on the table. "Bullets. There's just enough for all of them, but I was sort of hoping to empty all eight on one guy." He said calm enough.

"What the hell are you doing, Corin?" Adele asked, horrified.

"Okay, here's the deal." Corin started, leaning back on the chair. "Marry me." He said, opening a dark blue velvet box and placed it on the table. Shining inside of it was a plain silver band with five tiny diamonds embedded on it. She stared at it dumbly. "You say yes, they leave, everything's good. We get married in six months at the most. You say yes, they don't leave, I'll shoot them. It'll only take me two bullets to put at least one through their heads. You say no, I leave. I could buy myself a car with the money I saved up for our supposed family. No hard feelings. No sweat." He finished.

Adele rolled her eyes and opened her mouth.

"Wait." He said before she could utter a single word. "Before you answer me with either yes or no, I'd like to know: What are you having with him?"

"I didn't kiss him, if that's what you're asking."

"You don't need to kiss the man to go on a date with him."

"I don't go out with him."

"But you let him in your house. You let him bring you chocolates and flowers and wines and I don't care what more. And he sings you songs with a terrible voice."

She shrugs. "I sort of liked the prospect of spending dinner with someone of the male species."

"Couldn't you wait for me?"

"I guess I could if I tried. But hey, it doesn't count as cheating."

"What do you call it then?"

"Eating dinner with a friend."

"In the most innocent sense of the phrase?"

Adele gulped guiltily. "A bit?"

Corin pursed his lips. After a moment, he said, "Let's get this over it, then. Is it a yes or a no?"

Adele looked at him. She tilted her head, but only for a second long, before heading for the door where the four dreadful voices continued on singing – if you could call it that.

"It's about time, Adele!" a gruff voice said when she opened it.

Corin massaged his temples and took a deep breath, his eyes closed.

"Why don't I break his neck for you?" the voice said again.

Corin smirked. Why don't you try breaking my neck while I pull a trigger thorugh your head?

"Why don't you leave and never show yourself to me ever again?" Adele sharply said instead.

There was silence. Corin was surprised, yet pleased.

"Bu –" the voice started to say.

"Do as I say or I'll place a bullet in your brain." She threatened, slamming the door shut.

Corin stood up, walking towards Adele who was still standing by the door, her arms across her chest.

"So, what do you think of that?" Adele asked triumphantly.

"Perfect." Corin said, closing the gap between them. He took Adele's finger and placed the ring there. Cupping her face, he kissed her as gently as before.


Day 0, Thursday

"You may now kiss the bride." The portly priest announced for everyone to hear.

Claps and cheers erupted from the crowd as Corin lifted up the veil and cupped Adele's face, kissing her with the fervency he never showed her before. He felt Adele's lips twitch into a smile. Pulling their lips away, their foreheads stayed in contact, their nose almost touching.

"Stick with me, baby. We're going places." He said under his breath so only she alone could hear.

She grinned at him.


Day 5 844, Wednesday

"Hey, sweetheart?" Corin called.

Adele was carrying their 4 year old daughter, Charlotte, looking exactly like her mother while their twins were playing by Corin's feet.

"Yeah?" she answered.

"I love you."

She rolled her eyes. "Can't you convert that into cash? Or a sparkling diamond maybe?" she joked.

He grinned suggestively. "How about I convert into kisses later on tonight?"

"Even better." She said, winking at him.


Day 9 131, Saturday

"And once again, after twenty-five years, you may now kiss the bride."

There was no veil to lift and yet he kissed her with all the passion he could muster. Louder cheers than they had on their wedding day were heard from the people who stood by them – friends, family, co-workers and children.

Corin never regretted bugging her for a date and Adele never regretted to stay with him for a coke twenty-six years 's hair was streaked with gray and his forehead bore wrinkles. Adele gained pounds and her skin wasn't as glowing as before. Yet, none of those mattered to them. Together, they were happy.

Pulling away from the kiss, Corin cupped her face, the way he did before, and said, "Stick with me, baby. The best is yet to come."

And you know what? Till this day, the best keeps on coming to them.


A/N: Yes, I plan to continue writing WCHIW. This was just something I HAD to write. This is a true story, a bit of imaginative revisions. But I can guarantee you that 95% of the story is true. Special thanks to: Mr. Fuji and Mrs. Chit Rodriguez for the lovely stay in their lovely island and for sharing to us their love story. Thank you, thank you.

P.S. Soorry if this seems fast paced. I'm in a rush before sembreak ends. Love to hear your reviews. :)