SOIRYE'S P. O. V
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"WHEN WE LANDED, YOU'LL GONNA BE MRS. IGNACI.” I immediately smiled at the thought. I don't know if this is normal—ang pagpayag na magpakasal sa isang lalaking wala pa nga isang araw kong kilala—at ang kiligin sa isipin na 'yon. There's really something wrong in me, is it? We just finished drinking and right now, we are laying in this cozy bed beside each other. Nasa loob lang kami ng kwarto sa private jet niya pero sa ganda no'n, aakalain ko na nasa loob kami ng isang high-end at luxurious na 5 star hotel. Every detail of the room was intricately flawless. It was as if this entire jet was once owned by a royalty. Mamaya pa, naramdaman ko ang paglapit ni Damon sa akin. Nakatagilid kasi ako at nakatalikod sa kanya. May pagitan din sa amin na kasya pa ang isang tao. Pero sa ginawa niyang paglapit, naramdaman ko na unti-unting sumikip ang paligid. I tried moving away but I failed. And to forbid me from ever moving again, Damon wrapped his arm around my waist—drawing me closer to him. Napalunok ako ng maramdaman ko ang isang matigas na bagay na bahagyang dumidikit sa bandang likuran ko. It was followed by Damon's rhythmic breathing. Sa bawat hinga niya ay dumadampi ang mainit na hangin sa batok ko. And it caused goosebumps all over my body. Kasunod na no'n ang mabilis na pagkabog ng dibdib ko. Bigla ring uminit ang pakiramdam ko kahit malamig naman sa kwarto bunga ng air conditioner na Kanina pa nakabukas. "My Soirye…” anas niya mayamaya lang din sa mismong tapat ng tainga ko. After that, I felt his tounge gently caressing my earlobe. His warm, sensual tongue. "D-Damon, what are you doing? P-Please, stop—” "Sshh.” His arm that was previously wrapped around my waist, now creating a path straight to my chest. Seconds later, he's already cupping my breast—gently pressing it against my bra. "D-Damon, please—” Hindi ko na natuloy ang sasabihin ko dahil bigla na niya akong itinihaya. He then pinned my hands on the top of my head as he kissed me with his burning desire. Nalasahan ko ang magkahalong alak at mint habang hinahalikan niya ako. And I must admit, lahat ng ginagawa niya ay nagugustuhan ko rin. But still, it was a clear mistake. We just known each other for a couple of hours. Pero sa kabila ng pagpigil sa akin ng isip ko ay nananaig pa rin ang kagustuhan ng katawan ko. Isa pa, masyado rin akong maraming nainom at nanghihina ako bunga ng kalasingan. "I want you now, My Soirye,” Damon whispered on my ear. Seduction and needing are obvious in his voice. And hearing those, I feel obliged. Pakiramdam ko, responsibilidad ko na tulungan siyang mailabas ang bawat init na nararamdaman niya ngayon sa katawan niya. Napalunok ako. Just then, I felt Damon's lips devouring my neck. Isang kamay na lang niya ang pumipigil sa dalawang kamay ko. His other hand starts to rummage around my body. From my breast, to my waist, to my hips—kung saan-saan pa 'yon dumaan bago marahil nito naisipan na ihinto iyon. It stopped right in front of private. He started caressing it gently. "Hmm…” I couldn't help myself to moan as I felt his finger entering my wet private. "Did you just moan, My Soirye? Fuck…” he murmured. Kasunod no'n ay mas lalong bumilis ang paglabas-pasok ng daliri niya sa pagkababae ko. At first, I felt only one finger throbbing inside and out of me. Pero sa katagalan ay naramdaman ko na dinagdagan niya 'yon. And it made me feel pleasured even more. I moaned even more. Binitawan niya na ang mga kamay ko; pero hindi para pakawalan ako kundi para walang pasintabi na alisin ang bawat saplot na tumatakip sa katawan ko. Nainis pa yata siya dahil nahirapan siyang alisin ang suot kong dress. It was a strapped silk dress. Kaya imbis na tanggalin ng maayos ay hinila niya iyon ng marahas. My eyes widened as I hear a fabric tearing apart. "M-My dress—” "Don't mind it. I'll buy you tons of that dress once we land,” Damon said. Nagtagumpay siya na maalis sa katawan ko ang suot kong dress dahil sa pagsira niya roon. When it was just my underwear that remains on my body, he stared at me with a smirk in his face. I immediately tried to cover my body with the use of my hands. Nahihiya ako sa bigla niyang pagtitig sa katawan ko. It was the very first time a man could stare at my almost naked body. O maliban kay Tyler, kung totoo man ang sinasabi niya sa mga pagbabanta niya sa akin. I felt the rush of embarrassment enveloped my entirety. Nakakahiya. But then, Damon suddenly reached for my hands. Dahan-dahan niya iyong inalis sa pagkakatakip sa katawan ko. Then he smiled. "No need to feel embarrassed. You should be proud. You're so perfect, My Soirye…” Then he kissed me again. Dahil sa sinabi niyang iyon ay unti-unti na akong na Panatag. I became comfortable doing that with him. At first, I was hesitant. Pero habang tumatagal ay na-realize ko na lang na nasasabayan ko na ang bawat kilos na ginagawa niya. If he's kissing me, I'll be kissing him back. At sa ginawa kong 'yon ay parang lalo lang nabuhay at nagising ang pagkalalaki niya. He became more aggressive than before. Habang hinahalikan niya ako ay dahan-dahan niya ring inaalis ang mga natitira pang saplot sa katawan ko. Hanggang sa wala nang matira roon. Then he stared at me again. "Damon, please…” nahihiyang pagmamakaawa ko na tinawanan niya lang. Dumagan ulit siya sa taas ko at nagsimulang halikan ako. But I was surprised for what he did next. Nagawa niyang pagbaliktarin ang posisyon namin sa loob lang ng halos isang segundo. Siya na ngayon ang nakahiga at ako ang nakapatong sa kanya. It made me feel embarrassed more. Habang hubo't-hubad kasi akong nakapatong sa kanya, siya naman ay natatakpan pa rin ng suot niyang pantalon. He may be shirtless, alright. Pero kumpara naman sa'kin na lantad na lantad na sa mga mata niya ang hubad kong kabuuan. "Worship me, My Soirye,” anas niya habang marahang hinihila ang buhok ko. "H-Ha? Anong—” Nanlaki na lang ang mga mata ko nang bigla niya akong itulak pababa. Right in front of my eyes is an obvious bulge in his pants. Napalunok ako. He took my hands and place in his pants' button. "Take it from here, My Soirye,” utos nito. All of a sudden, my hands seemed to have its own mind. Nagsimulang gumalaw iyon, simula sa pagtanggal sa butones ng pantalon ni Damon at sa pagbaba ng zipper no'n. Lalong nag-init at pisngi ko kasabay ng pagkapahiya nang mapansin ko na parang lalong lumaki 'yung bumubukol sa pagitan ng mga hita niya. "Don't be afraid, My Soirye. It doesn't bite. Come on…” Hinawakan niya ang likod ng ulo ko bahagyang niyuko 'yon palapit sa "bukol". Right now, malinaw na sa akin kung ano ang gusto niyang ipagawa. And despite being nervous, I felt the urge of excitement rush through my veins. It was as if I couldn't wait any longer to satisfy him at my best. Moments after, his rigid manhood stood right in front of my eyes. Napalunok ako. It was so huge… Probably like eight inches or nine. "`Surprised?” Damon proudly asked. Kahit hindi ko siya tingnan, alam ko na nakangisi siya. Hindi ko magawang umimik. "He's waiting to be touched,” tukoy nito sa alaga niya. My hands were trembling as I tried to hold it for the first time. It was warm, it was hard. Damon guided my hands in stroking his manhood up and down. Pero kahit pa binitiwan niya na ang kamay ko ay nagpatuloy lang ako sa ginagawa ko. That's when I heard him groan. "Fuck! You're so good at this, My Soirye. `You sure you didn't do it before?” tanong niya pa kasabay ng paghigpit niya sa pagkakahawak sa buhok ko. Hindi ako umimik at ngumiti lang—ready to level up the battle. I licked his manhood from the bottom to its tip. Then I tried my best for my mouth to handle it all. Tsaka ko itinaas-baba ang ulo ko habang ginagawa ko 'iyon'. Damon's groan became even louder. Napapamura na rin siya at lalong humihigpit ang hawak sa buhok ko. Minsan, siya na rin ang kusang nagtutulak at nag-aangat sa ulo ko. It took us several minutes before he finally asked me to stop doing it. He laid me back on the bed. Then he spread my legs wide. I thought for a moment that he was about to throb inside me. But it turns out, I was wrong. He spend seconds just staring at my face. "`You sure you wanna do it?” rinig kong bulong niya mayamaya. Nag-iwas ako ng tingin. "K-Kapag ba sinabi kong "hindi", titigil ka?” "Y-Yeah. But please, don't tell me to stop.” I smiled at him. "Enter me, please.” Tumango siya at bahagya ring ngumiti. "This may hurt a bit but promise, it'll be worth it.” I just nodded my head and closed my eyes shut, waiting for him to make a move. Mayamaya lang ay naramdaman ko na ang dahan-dahang pagpasok ng kung ano sa pagkababae ko. It was huge and hard, Kaya sigurado akong hindi na iyon ang daliri ni Damon. Naramdaman ko ang bahagyang kirot na dulot ng ginawang iyon ni Damon. A tear also fell down on my eye as I hugged him tight. For a moment, I felt him inside me. Hindi siya gumalaw agad pagpasok niya sa akin. He stayed in that position for seconds. "My Soirye…” anas niya ulit sa tainga ko. Tanging mahinang ungol lang ang naisagot ko sa kanya. Mayamaya pa ay nagsimula na siyang gumalaw. It was gentle at first. At tulad ng sabi niya, unti-unti ngang nawala ang kirot na nararamdaman ko. Napalitan 'yon ng kakaibang kaliti at sensasyon na hindi ko maipaliwanag. Habang unti-unting nawawala 'yung kirot ay lalo naman niyang binilisan ang paglabas-pasok sa akin. For a moment, I thought I was gonna pass out. His fast rhythmic moves got me feeling crazy. And crazy in the best way possible. *** HOURS HAVE PASSED AND FINALLY, WE LANDED TO OUR DESTINATION. I was only able to sleep for one hour or two. Mula kasi nang may mangyari sa amin ni Damon ng nagdaang gabi ay hindi na niya ako tinantanan. We've crossed five countries while doing "that". So basically, we managed to make out for five countries straight sa loob lang ng halos isang gabi. And now, I felt swollen all over. Hinang-hina ako at halos hindi ko na magawang bumangon sa kamang kinahihigaan ko sa loob ng private jet. Kung hindi pa nagbanta si Damon na bubuhatin ako palabas ay hindi ko pa pipilitin ang sarili ko na bumangon at kumilos. "Paulson will be taking you to an apartment where you can stay and rest. Kung may kailangan ka, just call him and he'll obliged,” saad ni Damon pagkasakay na pagkasakay niya sa sasakyan. Ang tinutukoy niyang "Paulson" ay ang piloto ng private jet kanina at ngayon ay driver naman ng sasakyan kung saan kami nakasakay. "W-Why? May pupuntahan ka ba—” "I just have a few things to take care of. Babalik din naman ako agad,” he said, which interrupted me from speaking further. Wala na akong nagawa kundi ang mapatango na lang. Pagkatapos no'n ay nagmamadali na siya na akmang lalabas ng sasakyan. "W-Wait,” pigil ko sa kanya. I even reached for his hand to prevent him from going. "H-Hindi ka ba sasabay muna sa'kin umuwi? I-I mean—” "Hindi na. Paulson will take care of everything. Don't worry, you can trust him,” Damon said in a hurry. Binalingan niya pa si Paulson na tinanguan naman siya. Wala na akong nagawa nang tuluyan na siyang lumabas ng sasakyan at naglakad palayo. Nakita ko pa siyang sumakay sa isa pang sasakyan na kulay itim bago iyon mabilis na sumibad palayo. Parang sinadya pa iyon ni Paulson dahil pag-alis ng sasakyan na nilipatan ni Damon ay doon lang nito pinaandar ang sasakyan na sinasakyan ko naman. Damon Ignaci, who really are you? Why do I feel like there's something off about you? Sa pag-iisip ko ay nabuo ang isang plano sa isip ko. And that made me smile. "Damon Ignaci, Damon Ignaci. Huwag na huwag kang magkakamali na taluhin ako. You may think that I'm just one of those "ordinary" women out there. But that's where you are wrong. You don't know what I am capable of doing. So, you better watch out.”SOIRYE'S P. O. VWHEN I GOT TO THE APARTMENT DAMON HAD MENTIONED, THE FIRST THING I DID WAS TO DIAL A CERTAIN NUMBER.Ang tanga ko lang dahil hindi ko naisip na nasa labas na ako ng bansa at iba na ang network reception doon. So instead, I logged in to one of my social media accounts at doon ko na lang tinawagan si Kyree. He's my gay assistant. At ngayon na biglaan akong nawalan at hindi ko alam kung kailan ako makakabalik, I have to call him to make him in-charge or everything while I'm gone."Hello—”"Hello, Madam Winter?! Madam Winter!” tila naiiyak niyang bulalas sa kabilang linya. "Madam! Madam, buti naman tumawag ka na! Kanina pa kami windang na windang at alalang-alala sa'yo rito kung bakit wala ka pa! Never ka naman kasing na-late at absent ng walang pasabi!”Napailing na lang ako at inilayo sa tainga ko ang cell phone dahil kung hindi, malamang na mabingi ako sa lakas ng boses niya."I'm just out doing some business, okay? Biglaan kaya hindi na ako nakapagsabi. Anyways, I don
SOIRYE'S P. O. V"I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM!”Paulit-ulit 'yong tumatakbo sa isip ko habang nanggigigil akong sinusuntok at hinahampas ang unan ko. Unan ko—so basically, I'm back to my very own room. Because just like what Damon said, pagkatapos na pagkatapos ng "kasal" namin ay diniretso niya na akong ihatid sa field kung saan naghihintay ang private jet na ipanghahatid sa akin ni Paulson. Iyon din ang parehong private jet kung saan niya ako isinakay palabas ng bansa.I can't believe I was able to ride on everything Damon wanted overnight! Kabaliwan mang isipin, pero wala na. Nandito na. I was already married with him. With the man I barely know.And after that roller-coaster ride overnight, I'm back again with my usual. Ang kaibahan lang ngayon ay kasal na ako. Pero wala pa rin naman sigurong magbabago dahil as per him, hindi ko pwedeng i-disclose sa ibang tao 'yung naging kasal namin. It was secretive. More like, ginawa lang talaga solely para sa deal na sinabi niya.Pabor
"CONFIRMED, MADAM! SABI KO NA NGA BA, MAY SOMETHING FISHY D'YAN SA RAIZEN NA 'YAN!”Kyree tsked as we watch a familiar figure from afar. Naka-park kami ilang hakbang ang layo sa harapan ng isang tagong restaurant. Iyong pinapanood namin? It was Raizen Policarpio—the same "talent" na pinag-uusapan namin kani-kanina lang.That Raizen Policarpio is definitely a newbie in the entertainment industry. He's probably in his early twenties. May dating ito at hindi maitatangging malakas ang karisma. Pero kung talent at talent lang din ang pag-uusapan ay obvious na waley ito. Kaya nakakapagtaka na sa kabila no'n at kabi-kabila pa rin ang projects na involved ang batang aktor. Maraming nagsasabi na may mas "malalim" na dahilan kung bakit gano'n."That man he is with, pamilyar siya sa akin. Isn't he one of the executive directors of the most famous T.V. network?” saad ko."Oo nga! Shet, I think I know him! Teka lang, Madam, ha? Aalalahanin ko kung sino… Ahah!” Malakas na napapalakpak si Kyree. Nap
"YOU'RE REALLY AMAZING, MY SOIRYE. YOU NEVER FAILED TO AMUSE AND SATISFY ME.”Damon planted a soft kiss on the side of my forehead as he drew me closer to him. Hindi ko naman magawang sumagot dahil abala ang utak ko sa pagsisisi. Nagsisisi ako sa desisyon ko na nagpadala na naman ako sa mga pang aakit n'ya. I was happy for what we did, yes. Pero naa-anticipate ko na kung ano ang mga susunod na mangyayari; and with that, I was never happy. I will never be."My Soirye…” Hindi pa rin ako sumagot. "I missed this. I missed… you.”I remained silent as I stare at the ceiling of the hotel room where we chose to stay. Hindi ko binigay sa kanya 'yung address ko dahil unang-una, ayokong mabahiran ng kahit anong bakas n'ya ang bahay ko. That was the only safe place I have. That was the only space that remains pure and peaceful. Kung may lugar man na ayokong mabahiran ng magulong sistema ng trabaho at affairs ko, 'yon ay walang iba kundi ang bahay ko. And nor will I let Damon invade that personal
"HOW'S THE INTERVIEW WITH RAIZEN POLICARPIO AT SA KANYANG ANGKAN—”"Shut the hell up, Kyree. I'm not in the mood.”Pabalibag kong nilapag ang bag ko sa table at pabagsak akong umupo sa bagung-bago na signature chair ko. I close my eyes tight as I start to massage my temple."Get me my usual double shot espresso. Make it two,” utos ko habang minamasahe pa rin ang sentido ko."Parang stress na stress ka naman, madam. Kalmahan mo lang—”"Am I asking for your comfort? Can't you just give what I am asking you to? Daldal!” I interrupted him."Y-Yes, Madam.” Narinig ko pa ang nagmamadali n'yang pagtakbo palabas ng office.Kahit na late ako sa interview na hiningi ko sa panig ni Raizen, they still had no choice but to let me in. The interview went well; intense, just like my previous interviews. Always.But even so, that won't erase the fact that I, Winter G., finally broke my record against tardiness. I feel so unprofessional after everything that happened. And all of that was caused by Damo
It's been weeks since I first notice those eerie men in black who seem to follow me. And right there and then, I know I have to end this. And I'm more than dedicated to do so. As I adjust the collar of my dress, I could feel the air hung thick with tension. My reflection staring back at me from the mirror. Nakatayo sa likod ko si Kyree. Kahit kalmado s'ya, halatang-halata at ramdam na ramdamnkonpa rin na kinakabahan s'ya. Kahit no'ng ngumiti na s'ya. That didn't change the fact that he's so nervous. Nagmumukha tuloy s'yang naiihing daga."Madam, sure ka na ba rito? Pwede pa naman tayong mag-back out," he asked. Pumipilantik na naman s'ya."Tigilan mo 'ko, Kyree. As if gusto ko rin gawin 'to. To set the records straight, I don't want to do this either. But I have to.” Tinitigan ko s'ya ng matalin sa pamamagitan ng salamin. "Kaya tigilan mo na 'ko sa pag iinarte mo. Let me remind you—here lies your job. It's the only way to catch him. Kaya umayos ka."I know that what my plan was audac
A month had passed since the encounter I had with Damon on the rooftop bar. The memory of his chilling words, his unsettling aura, still lingered in my mind. I had tried to move on, to focus on my work, to pretend that the whole ordeal was just a bad dream. But the constant shadow of fear, the knowledge that I was being watched, never left me.Pagkatapos no'n, wala na namang naging paramdam si Damon. Kagaya ng dati, bigla na naman s'yang naglaho na parang nabula. Nawala at parang hindi na naman nag-eexist sa mundo.Then, one morning, I woke up to a phone buzzing relentlessly. It was Damon, his name flashing across the screen. I was more than determined to ignore his calls, especially after everything that has been done. Lalo na at lahat ng unwanted encounters namin na nagtatapos sa kama, lahat ng 'yon ay nag ugat sa isang tawag. But despite my determination, something about the sheer number of missed calls, the insistent buzzing, made me pick up.His voice, a familiar mix of amusement
The air hung heavy with the scent of pine needles and the faint, sweet aroma of cinnamon. Damon, his brow furrowed in concentration, carefully arranged the last of the carefully chosen Christmas ornaments on the grand fir that dominated the living room. He glanced at his grandparents, their faces aglow with the warm light of the crackling fireplace. They were smiling, their eyes crinkled with genuine joy, their hands clasped together in a gesture of contentment. He felt a surge of relief wash over him. He had done it. He had convinced them.Three days ago, when they had arrived at their cozy cabin nestled amidst the snow-dusted pines, Damon had been met with a wave of apprehension. His grandparents, with their old-fashioned ways and unwavering belief in the sanctity of tradition, had been hesitant about their grandson’s unconventional lifestyle. They had raised an eyebrow at his choice of career, his penchant for traveling, and his unconventional living arrangements.Damon, however, h
1 year later… DAMON'S P. O. VThe air hung heavy with the scent of lilies and the damp earth of the cemetery. I placed the basket of flowers, a vibrant splash of color against the grey headstones, in front of the grave. "It's been almost a year. I'm still missing you. I still miss you…” I whispered, my voice hoarse with unshed tears.I stood there, staring at the inscription, my mind a jumbled mess of grief and guilt. I should have been beside her sooner. I should have been beside her every day, holding her hand, telling her how much I loved her. But I was lost in my own world, oblivious to the pain she must have felt in her final days.I turned away, my eyes searching the horizon, as if looking for someone who was no longer there. The sun, a pale disc behind the clouds, cast long shadows across the cemetery, making the world feel even more desolate.Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind, a familiar warmth radiating through my body."Damon," a voice, soft as a whisp
DAMON'S P. O. VThe morning sun streamed through the window, painting stripes of gold across the bedroom floor. I stretched, a contented sigh escaping my lips. The night before, the night we had rediscovered each other, the night we had rekindled the flame of our love, felt like a dream. But the ache in my muscles, the lingering warmth in my heart, the contented smile on Winter's face as she slept beside me, were all too real.I slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her. She looked so peaceful, so serene, her face illuminated by the soft morning light. I leaned down and kissed her forehead, the warmth of her skin sending a shiver down my spine."Good morning, My Soirye," I whispered, my voice husky with emotion. "I love you."She stirred, a sleepy smile gracing her lips. "Good morning, Damon," she murmured, her voice soft as a whisper. "I love you too."I lingered for a moment, savoring the warmth of her presence, the feeling of her hand in mine. But the scent of bacon wafting fr
DAMON'S P. O. VThe humid air of the Philippines clung to us like a second skin, a comforting embrace after the long flight. We were home, back in the place where our love story began, a place that held the echoes of our laughter and the whispers of our dreams. The house we rented was small, a modest bungalow perched on a hill overlooking the ocean. It wasn't fancy, but it was ours, a haven away from the world's chaos. The air was thick with the scent of salt and jasmine, a symphony of smells that filled me with a sense of peace I hadn't felt in years.I chose this small place over my mansion for so many reasons. Una na ro'n ang peace of mind ni Soirye. Especially when she said that she is not yet ready to face the paparazzi. Hindi pa s'ya handang bumalik sa mga mata ng publiko. And I want to keep it that way either. At least, hanggang sa gumaling lang s'ya. I also don't want her life to be feasted by media. Dahil baka lalo lang makasama sa kanya.Darkon, our son, was a whirlwind of
DAMON'S P. O. VJust like what I told Soirye—Winter—or whatever the hell she wants me to call her, I picked her up even before the clock strikes seven. The air hung heavy with the scent of dried leaves and aroma of coffee, the kind that clung to you like a nice memory. Soirye stood before me, her face pale under the harsh fluorescent lights of the café, her eyes wide and defiant. My hand, still tingling from the force of my grip, ached with the memory of her weight in my arms."You know," I began, my voice rough, "you could have just told me. No need for all this.""Told you what?" she countered, her voice a tight wire. "Told you I adopted someone's child and I am living with him now as if he was my own?""You know what I'm talking about," I said, my patience wearing thin. "That adopted kid you're saying. The one you've been hiding. Alam ko na akin s'ya.""He's not hidden. Do you have proof na tinago ko nga s'ya?" she said, her voice rising. "He's just... he's just my son.""Your son
DAMONVS P. O. VThe wind whipped through my hair, carrying the scent of salt and something else, something familiar. I stood on the cliff edge, the vast expanse of the ocean spread before me, a mesmerizing symphony of blue and white. It's been years. Five years, three months, and six days; to be exact. I am not into counting of days or what. But ever since she left, I just found myself counting every day that goes by. With a tiny hope burried within me that says someday, she'll be back. Hindi man ngayon, pero someday. Balang araw.As I stare at the scenery, despite its beauty, my gaze was drawn downwards, to a small figure tugging at my sleeve.A boy, maybe five years old, stood there, his face etched with worry. He wasn't crying, but his eyes, wide and pleading, spoke volumes. They were the same shade of gray as mine, the same worried crease between his brows. He also keep begging as he attain eye contact with me. And the moment it happened, my heart skipped a fucking beat."Why do
Sumisilip ang liwanag ng umaga sa manipis na kurtina, nagpipinta ng malambot at mala-anghel na liwanag sa silid. Si Soirye, ang kanyang katawan ay mainit pa rin dahil sa init ng kumot, ay nag-inat nang marahan, ang kanyang tingin ay nahulog sa walang laman na espasyo sa tabi niya. Wala na si Damon, nasa baba na siya, malamang ay kinukumbinsi ang kanyang mga lolo’t lola gamit ang kanyang karaniwang init at pagmamahal. Nakaramdam siya ng isang pangungulila, isang pamilyar na sakit ng sama ng loob, isang paalala ng panlilinlang na kanilang ginagawa.Bumaba siya sa kama, ang kanyang mga paa ay malambot na humakbang sa malambot na karpet, ang kanyang isipan ay tumatakbo na sa mga pangyayari sa araw. Kailangan niyang ipagpatuloy ang panlilinlang, hindi bababa sa para sa kapakanan ng kanyang mga lolo’t lola, hindi bababa sa para sa kapakanan ng panlilinlang. Kailangan niyang magpanggap na siya ang mapagmahal na asawa, ang debotong kapareha, ang masayang babae. Ngunit ang totoo, pagod na siya
Ang hangin sa bahay ay mabigat sa amoy ng bagong lutong tinapay at umuusok na kape, isang nakakaaliw na amoy na pumuno sa kusina ng init at pakiramdam ng kasiyahan ng pamilya. Si Soirye, nakaupo sa mesa, ang kanyang likod ay tuwid at ang kanyang ngiti ay pilit, ay nakaramdam ng alon ng pagkabahala na dumaan sa kanya. Napapalibutan siya ng init ng pamilya, ng pagmamahal ng kanyang mga biyenan, at ng nakakaaliw na presensya ng tradisyon. Ngunit, siya ay tila hindi akma, parang bisita sa isang mundong hindi kanya.Si Damon, na palaging kaakit-akit, ay nasa kanyang pinakamagandang asal. Binuhusan niya ng atensyon ang kanyang mga lolo’t lola, ang kanyang mga ngiti ay malawak at tunay, ang kanyang tawanan ay malakas at nakakahawa. Siya ang perpektong apo, ang masunuring anak, ang debotong asawa. Naglalaro siya ng isang papel, isang papel na kinakailangan, isang papel na masakit.Si Soirye, na palaging isang aktres, ay ginampanan ang kanyang bahagi nang may parehong paninindigan. Siya ang pe
Nakakabingi ang katahimikan sa bahay, ang tanging tunog ay ang ritmo ng pagtiktik ng orasan sa pasilyo. Si Soirye, nakahiga sa kama, ang kanyang mga mata ay nakatingin sa kisame, ay nakaramdam ng isang alon ng pagkabalisa na dumaan sa kanya. Ang mga kumot, na malinis at malamig laban sa kanyang balat, ay tila kakaiba, ang amoy ng lavender ay isang malaking kaibahan sa karaniwang amoy ng kanyang sariling tahanan. Nasa kanyang sariling kama siya, sa kanyang sariling silid, ngunit nakaramdam siya ng kakaibang hindi pagiging komportable, na parang siya ay isang bisita sa isang ibang bansa.Ang totoo, siya ay isang bisita sa kanyang sariling tahanan. Si Damon, ang kanyang hiwalay na asawa, ay natutulog sa sopa sa sala, ilang hakbang lang ang layo, ang kanyang presensya ay isang patuloy na paalala ng kumplikadong web ng mga emosyon na nag-uugnay sa kanila. Nagbabahagi sila ng espasyo, ng bubong, ng bahay, ngunit magkaiba ang kanilang mundo.Sumang-ayon silang matulog sa iisang bahay, isang
Ang amoy ng bagong timplang kape ay pumuno sa hangin, isang nakakaaliw na amoy na tila tumatagos sa buong bahay. Si Soirye, nakasuot ng simpleng sundress, ang kanyang buhok ay nakapusod sa isang maluwag na ponytail, ay nakatayo sa kusina, ang kanyang likod ay nakaharap sa pintuan. Naghahanda siya ng almusal, ang kanyang mga galaw ay mabagal at sinadya, ang kanyang isipan ay abala sa panlilinlang na kanilang ginagawa.Ginugol niya ang nakaraang gabi sa kanyang kama, si Damon ay nasa sopa sa sala, isang maingat na inayos na pag-aayos na sinadya upang lokohin ang kanyang mga lolo’t lola, na naninirahan kasama nila sa susunod na dalawang linggo. Ang panlilinlang ay nakakapagod, ang pagkukunwari ay masakit, ngunit ito ay kinakailangan, hindi bababa sa ngayon. Hindi niya kayang isipin na ang kanyang sariling katotohanan, ang katotohanan ng kanilang basag na relasyon, ay sisira sa ideal na imahe ng kanyang mga lolo’t lola tungkol sa kanilang apo at sa kanyang asawa.Ang tunog ng mga yapak na