Out of Time

Manong, don't use the PAJERO to go the wet market, the BENZ na lang.

Miguel shouted across the room. He was rinsing the dishes. Another day has passed. He felt weary. They're almost home ---coming from their EURO TRIP. He was practicing his skills in the gourmet department. To no avail, it was failed attempt number ten. He asked Manong to do the grocery for him. He was dead tired. He was practicing on his homemade chicken adobo.

Fuck it.

His frustration grew when he saw his pug---Sammy peed on the living room carpet.

Double fuck it.

Nevertheless, seeing Sammy made him smile. Sammy never failed to amuse him. Despite the fact that he's now deaf and going senile.

Sanity. He needed it badly.

He felt pressured. He wanted this badly. He will do everything to make it happen. It was almost seven p.m. He felt his heart stop when he heard the doorbell.. No it can't be. Nooooo!

Silvia went to get the door. It was Tish. Tish, her trusty neighbor carrying a basket full of ingredients. Tish--his lifesaver.

Miguel don't know how he would ever survive the night without Tish's help.

In just 1 hour and 3o minutes, they were able to prepare a gourmet dinner. He felt relieved.

The door bell rang for the second time. This time he was sure that doom's day has arrived. He can feel his heart beat racing.. It was not or never.