In That Room: A Lovestruck Entry

When I first read Noemi’s Lovestruck Writing Contest, memories of my first love struck moment came flooding back. I felt like Harry Potter falling into Dumbledore’s pensieve, landing into a room of a men’s dormitory in a state university.

It was a holiday, 18 years ago. For lack of better and cheaper things to do (besides studying that is), me, my sisses and some brods decided to celebrate Gat Andres Bonifacio’s birthday. We bought some beer and pulutan and stayed inside a dormitory room. Three of its four occupants were my brods and their beds were placed side by side. The fourth bed was located on the other side of the room. So the three beds became our papag, a table-chair-bed rolled into one. We sat there forming a circle and in the middle was our feast. I was seated cross-legged near the foot of the middle bed. I was facing one of the brods who had the wall against his back. To my left is a sis and if I face her, I get a clean view of the door opening if somebody enters. And someone did enter! There was no knocking. Only a clicking of keys and turning of the doorknob. When I heard the sound, I quickly looked up to see who came in and lo and behold, it was the most handsome guy I ever saw!