  The Madness of it All "Kinsa man ning nag-text?! " She asked me, with eyes burning through my soul. "Unsa ba? " I asked, confused over her sudden outburst. "Kinsa ning nagtext nimo?! " She was irate.
Very, irate. In a scale of one to ten, she would have to be a 9.4 right about now. "Let me see that..." I grabbed the phone from her. The very phone she bought as a surprise for me -- bought with my own money, I should point out (Which reminds me, I should never leave that much money inside the house ever again, she is bound to find it, no matter how I try to hide it). The message said: Niinom na ka sa imong tambal? Nikaon na ka? Ayaw pagpabaya sa imong kaugilongon, last ka niari, mura man ka ug nagluya. I looked at the number, it was... Then I got choked up.. the message was so loving, it was something I never expected from that person. "Tan-awa, lipay kaayo ka! Kinsa man nang bayhana!? " Her voice was trembling now, she was really upset.
Tears started to form around her eyes. Looking at her, I started to laugh. She was jealous, and somehow, in some weird way, it made me feel good. "Tawagan bi!! " She snorted as she took the phone from me. I just stood there, waiting for perhaps one of the funnier moments in our relationship. "Hello! Hello? Kinsa n.. O, o ikaw diay ni Pa... storya ka niya? o Pa, nangaon na mi, o, o" And then she pressed cancel.
She was blushing now. It was a sight for sore eyes. "Sorry 'ny (it's one of the gazillion ways we call each other... its short for 'Hunny')", she said. I just held her tight... lauging to myself... and feeling good because my father checked up on me. A very rare occurence in my life. "Pero, ako lang ang magdala sa phone karon ug ugma, basin pa diay ug naay mo text. " Toink 
