She was knee deep in cookies. It's been a while, but her scooping pace is still quite the same. It's almost 6pm. Almost break fast time. Then suddenly her phone rings. Him.
She answered as usual. How couldn't she, it's their daily call. She knows he's on the mountain today, probably just reached Panalaban. She greeted him. Bubly as usual, always happy to hear from him. Then he said;
"I'm going back down about 200m, there's no signal upstairs",
She process. Going down? This man, who literally just finished his guiding duty to Panalaban from Timpohon, probably tired, find out there's no signal at his hostel, descend back down, in the cold, while tired, just to find phone signal to talk to her? Her heart moved. If this isn't real love, what is?
She continues talking to him. Usual day-to-day update. And they have to hang up soon since she's in the middle of scooping cookies. Saying goodbye has never been easy for her. Especially today. Especially when he's being this devoted.
Is this how it feels to be properly loved? She couldn't comprehend it.
