A Late Night Phone Call

The mister went up to sleep ahead of me. We usually go upstairs together, but when he said he wanted to go, I said okay because I still have some things to finish in my shop. It was warm in our room already since I turned on our portable heater prior to him making me coffee earlier in the evening. Our centralized heating couldn't sufficiently produce heat on the second floor and most especially in our basement, and this is why we have portable heaters to those levels in our home. The one I use in our basement was a gift from our dear friend, Lea. Thank you, Miss Le!

#workinglate. @extrafunky made me a cup of coffee, and we shared a #bakeddonut. 😍😘 #listingsoon is a #vintage #ninaricci.

A post shared by Liliana oooh na na 😎 (@missnalupa) on Jan 27, 2018 at 7:46pm PST

It was 30 minutes past midnight when I got a phone call. I honestly thought the call was from my little sister in Australia. It's 4:30ish on a Sunday afternoon down under. She's the only person that would call at my ungodly hour.

But seeing the name of the caller on my phone screen came as a jolt!

((( IT'S THE MISTER!!! )))

"'lian, pwede dad-i ko ug tubig diri sa taas?" ('lian, can you bring up water for me?)

Wow! There is room service at home!?

Hehehe.

After I dropped the call, I got him water and brought it up immediately.

I knocked on our bedroom door, and slightly opened it.

"ROOM SERVICE!"

Then I slowly walked in, and there he was in bed under the cover, holding his newly bought book, Haruki Murakami's The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle.

Now that I know that there is room service at home, starting tomorrow night I'll make sure to go upstairs way ahead of the mister. Hehehe.

This is going to be a race from now on!