Nagising ako sa munting halik sa aking tiyan. I could feel the cold air on my stomach as those kisses lingered on my skin. Disoriented as I opened my eyes, Azazel welcomed my vision. I saw him between my thighs, caressing my baby bump with his lips. He was even whispering something I can't hear."You okay there, son? Don't give your mom a hard time while I'm gone. Daddy's just going to clear something out."Muli ay humalik siya roon. I smiled at the way he acts. Inabot ng aking kamay ang kaniyang buhok upang haplusin iyon. His attention immediately went to me.I smiled wider as I saw his gray eyes. He looks at me intently. Mabilis siyang umayos at hindi na nagsayang ng oras para halikan ako. Agad akong napapikit ng lumapat ang kaniyang labi sa akin. He kissed me deeper than I expected. At halos hindi pa nga niya pakawalan ang labi ko kung hindi ko lamang siya pwersahang itinulak."You woke up early, amore..." He burried his face on my neck. Napangiti ako roon, ramdam ko ang init ng
It's been a week. Isang linggo na simula noong huling tawag ni Azazel sa akin. After we talk that night, I never received any calls or texts from him. Although Grace keeps on assuring me that he's alright, I still can't ease myself. Hindi ko pa rin mapigilang mag-alala sa kaniya. He doesn't call or text, of course, I would worry about him. My fiance is out there, risking his life for us. Kahit isang tawag o text lang, mapapanatag na ako.Kagat ang ibabang labi na tinitigan ko ng matagal ang canvas. I was currently painting but I can't think of anything but Azazel. I caressed my belly and sighed. Tumungo ako para tignan ang aking tiyan. "B-Baby, d-do you think your daddy i-is fine r-right now? You miss h-him too, don't you?" mahina kong sabi.Nag-init ang mga mata ko, tanda ng paparating ng mga luha. I miss him. I miss Azazel. I keep wondering where he is or if he's really alright. When I sleep, I always dream of being in his arms and I was happy but whenever I woke up, sadness was g
Broken people tend to hurt others, or if not, they hurt themselves more. There are dark secrets that we don't want others to know. We all have wounds that we can't heal.Same books, same titles, but different pages. We all have stories that we don't read out loud. Same pains but different reasons.Pain is what changes people. Some become rude. The others become playful. But most of them become silent.They screamed in pain. They felt like they are in Satan's hell. Pakiramdam nila ay sinusunog sila ng buhay habang ramdam na ramdam ang sakit na ginagawa sa kanila. And they almost die as they shout in nervousness. But the people behind their pains didn't even feel any sympathy towards them. There was no remorse. All they have is the lust to torture and kill them. The desire of having their own freedom.The man with a gun in his hand smirked. He playfully plays his gun on his hand. Habang ang isang kamay naman ay may nakasipit na sigarilyo sa pagitan ng kaniy
EVERYTHING seems busy. The students are having their own world. Walang pakialam sa ibang tao sa kanilang paligid. But not until Seraphina Fernandez stepped towards the entrance of San Albereda University. Everyone looked at her that makes her bow her head.Hindi talaga siya masanay-sanay sa kakaibang tungo sa kaniya ng mga estudyante sa kung saan siya nag-aaral. Dinaig pa niya ang may sakit, well, she actually have. She have this disorder called dysphemia, on which whenever she tried to speak she always stutter. Not because she's nervous, well, part of.She immediately change directions when she saw a bunch of students walking in her direction. Hanggang't maaari ay ayaw niyang makasalamuha ang mga iyon. Because for sure, they will make fun of her just like before.Seraphina walked faster until she reached the library. Doon lamang siya nakahinga ng maluwag. The library is not the main library at all, kaya kau
EVERYTHING seems busy. The students are having their own world. Walang pakialam sa ibang tao sa kanilang paligid. But not until Seraphina Fernandez stepped towards the entrance of San Albereda University. Everyone looked at her that makes her bow her head.Hindi talaga siya masanay-sanay sa kakaibang tungo sa kaniya ng mga estudyante sa kung saan siya nag-aaral. Dinaig pa niya ang may sakit, well, she actually have. She have this disorder called dysphemia, on which whenever she tried to speak she always stutter. Not because she's nervous, well, part of.She immediately change directions when she saw a bunch of students walking in her direction. Hanggang't maaari ay ayaw niyang makasalamuha ang mga iyon. Because for sure, they will make fun of her just like before.Seraphina walked faster until she reached the library. Doon lamang siya nakahinga ng maluwag. The library is not the main library at all, kaya kau
I am inside of the CAS main library, the College of Arts and Science Library. Hindi katulad sa library na pinuntahan ko noong isang linggo, mas gusto ko dito dahil napakaganda ng ambiance. There's a lot of students here too. And that makes me feel more nervous. Some of them are busy but almost everyone are looking at me. Watching me intently as if I'll do anything wrong. Itinungo ko ang aking ulo at pumunta sa malayong lamesa. The table was hidden from the other student. Hindi masyadong inuupuan. I mean it's far away from the other students.And here we go again, hay.From the very beginning, no one wants to talk to me. Ever since I'm young, people treated me like this, because they thought that I'm not like them. Well, I think of that too. Who would want to be friends with a person like me? I have a disorder and just a few people understand it. Hindi ko alam kung anong mali sa akin bukod sa paraan ng pagsasalita ko. I
Warning: Some scenes are not for young and close-minded readers. This chapter has some sexual harassment scenes.***Truth on what he said. Hindi ko man siya nakikita ay may pakiramdam kong nasa paligid ko lamang siya. Our paths never crossed after that incident in the girl's restroom. But I know he was just there, watching me from afar. Ang takot ko sa kaniya ay hindi nawawala, mas lalo pa iyong lumala habang tumatagal. Akala ko magtutuloy-tuloy na ang hindi namin pagkikita pero mukhang nagkamali ako.My eyes widened when I saw him walking all alone on the path where I'm going. We were inside the main library of our university. Nasa entrance palang ako ng makita siya. He was wearing his usual buttoned-down white long sleeve polo, it was tucked in
Warning: Some scenes are not for young and close-minded readers. Slight SPG and strong language.***I thought when I returned he would have left me, but I was wrong, he's still there. Lumabas siya ng kaniyang kotse at napatingin sa bisikleta na dala-dala ko. Ang kaniyang emosyon sa kaniyang mukha ay naging blangko na naman katulad ng dati. Hindi na bakas ang kaniyang galit pero may pakiramdam ako na galit pa rin siya. Gulat akong napatitig sa kaniya sa sunod niyang ginawa. Walang alinlangan niyang inilagay sa backseat ang bike ko. It was a folding bike kaya madali niya iyong napasok.Then he opened the car for me, napapalunok akong pumasok sa kotse niya. Ilang saglit lamang ay sumakay na rin siya ng sasakyan. I thought we were just going to be silent all the time. But he suddenly talked."What are you doing in that club?"Hindi agad ako nakasagot sa kaniya. Parang may batong nakalagay sa lalamunan ko. I can feel my body shaking. His vo