I was having the biggest stress of my last year in high school. We’re barely two years in the relationship already. We haven’t been able to go out for some time already because of this; we would just spend time at a friend’s house, typing, reading, and discussing; we would spend time at home doing my homeworks and projects.
One Saturday, he asked me if we could go out.
I said I can’t because I’m busy.
He said please.
I said no I’m really busy.
He said please. Twice. Thrice.
Not wanting to ruin the mood, I just said yes. But I’ll have to look for this and that book at this bookstore first and you have to help me, I added.
We arrived at the mall in the afternoon. I let go of his hand when we reached the stalls at the middle because I wanted to look at some stuff. Instead of “whining” (as he usually does), he just told me he’d go to that store to buy earrings for his Ate. I said okay.
We went at the fourth floor to eat at a pizza restaurant. He told me to go at the counter and order food; he’d just go to the restroom. Instead of making faces and protesting, I just did what I was told to do so (because I was starving already and I secretly wanted to buy that family-size-shawarma-flavored pizza). Two minutes later, he was back at my side already. We went at our table.
Waiters later served our food, and were giving me weird looks and slightly smiling and smirking and I don’t really know what. I was quite having the paranoia already, but I just shrugged at it. At least I’m going to eat. (Haha)
My shawarma pizza was being served already, and as it was placed on our table, I realized there was something on top of it. It was a ring.
My first thought was, Eww. Oily ring. But then I realized - for the second time - that it was actually meant for me. It was actually his gift for me.
He got the ring from the pizza, wiped it, and held it in front of me.
He asked me, Will you marry me?
I said yes.