MMM

Good morning, Mrs. Mudalige.

Was just my cellphone's alert when it receives my morning message from Tyrone, as a way of teasing myself. I even practised it in front of the mirror more than the number of bristles on my toothbrush. But on the day I finally acquired the title, it sounded like something new. Like a new-found specie of orchid or something, I was discovered anew and given a new name.

He first called me that on the night of the wedding. It felt dreamy to be with the man who shared his name and actually wake up beside him the following morning, instead of the usual drooling, hair-everywhere, faking-sleep-deprivation girl I used to share the bed with. (Sorry, Kim. Ikaw yun.) And every day since I had added a new monogram to my already mostly M-populated initials, it still feels new. I have since given up the phone alert-- and the phone, too-- because now I can hear it from the Mr. himself.