Ilang segundo muna kaming nagtitigan bago ko siya nakitaan ng reaksiyon. Ang dating mga mata na puno ng simpatiya ay napalitan ng pagkabigla at pagkamangha na kalaunan ay naging larawan ng isang taong animo ay pinagsakluban ng langit at lupa. His face turned pale, his palms formed into fists, and his eyes burned in tears."What did you say?" he whispered while piercing me with his red eyes."Nagkaanak tayo."Kumurap ito ng ilang beses na parang pinoproseso pa rin ang narinig. Yumuko ito at sinapo ang ulo. Nang mag-angat ito ng mukha sa akin ay muntikan na akong mapaatras dahil sa kakaibang lamig na nagmumula rito. Yanig pa rin ang mukha na mabilis itong tumayo at naglakad papunta sa akin. He gently held my face in his cold hands and asked again in a trembling voice."We have a child, Karina?"Dahan-dahan akong tumango. "Had is a better term. We had a son, Cholo.""W-What?"I blinked the tears away. "E-Errol. Our little boy's name is Errol. He's almost two years old. He's very bubb

It has been hours since Karina's scent left me but I'm still on the floor, stuck at the same moment when she told me everything. Apparently, the Asturias killed her family, we had a son, and Elizabeth killed our little Errol and then my mother let her go. That was pure evil perpetuated by the people in my circle. They are my friends and my family, the people I've cared about. It was unacceptable to think that the people who caused this to Karina is the people I dine and I do business with.Killing innocent people is just plain evil. The killing of my son and my wife's family by my own friends is just wicked. It's immoral. It's horrible. It's making all my insides churn in disgust and abhorrence.And it happened to my wife while she's all by herself. Alone, scared, and with no one she can rely on. I can't imagine how that must have felt. While I was spending my years hating her, she endured her life living through the traumatic experience and nurturing our child and then having to go

It was raining hard outside. The droplets of the pouring rain created a nice soundless effect on my closed window. Tumayo ako at binuksan ang bintana at hinayaang pumasok ang lamig sa silid. Kanina pa dapat kami nakaalis pero kinailangan naming kanselahin ng ilang oras ang byahe dahil sumama ang panahon. Bumalik ako sa pamamaluktot sa kama at tumitig sa unos sa labas. Kahapon pa ako nakauwi dito sa mansiyon ng kapatid sa Monte Vega. Kahapon ko pa tuluyang tinapos ang paghihiganti na ilang taon ko ring pinaghandaan.Yesterday Zen asked me if I was contended with what I achieved. Is it enough that I left without actually doing what I planned all along?I didn't answer him because I don't know how to express what I have inside my head. I also kept asking myself if abandoning the original plan of killing Ymir and Elizabeth is what I really wanted. Only this morning did I finally have my final answer while staring at my older brother who is painfully gazing at the portrait of his once-

I took a lot of air before I entered the mausoleum inside the private cemetery of the Alcantaras. My hand is full of flowers, of all sorts of chocolates, and toys for my son.My son. My dead son.The word brings so much pain in my heart.Pagpasok ko ay agad na bumati sa akin ang mga nakangiting mukha ni Errol na nasa mga dambuhalang frames na nakakabit sa bawat sulok. It felt like I'm looking at my childhood photos. It's his picture during his baptismal, his first birthday, and when he was I think a few days old. He's so small there... so fragile and so tiny.I stood there in the middle too overwhelmed by the feeling of love, sadness, and regret. Nanginig ang mga kamay ko at nabitawan ang mga hawak. Para ring nawalan ng lakas ang mga tuhod ko. Huminga ako nang malalim at isa-isang pinulot ang mga nasa sahig at inialay sa paanan ng altar kung saan naghihintay ang nakangiting mukha ni Errol. Umapaw na sa dami kaya inilapag ko na lang sa baba ang mga natitirang laruan at pagkain.With

The sound of my six-inch Chanel stiletto echoed through the busting halls of the topmost floor of the biggest and most renowned ship building company in the whole of Asia. My black crossover halter bodycon dress clung to my body like it's my second skin as I sauntered across the long hallway. Pinaraan ko sa maikling buhok ang mga daliri at impressed na tinitigan ang bagong renovated na lugar. Tumigil ako sa harapan ng isang portrait at hindi napigil ang paghanga."Wow. I never thought I could look this good in a painting," I exclaimed when I took a closer look at it.Before me is a magnificently made painting of myself dressed in a black gown. My hair is in a loose and I had that wicked mysterious look in my eyes while looking at the apperture. The painter perfectly captured my lost self some years ago.Dahan-dahan akong pumihit para tingnan ang isa pang portrait na nasa kabilang bahagi ng hallway.Kumurap ako nang makailang beses at parang natunaw ang puso ko sa nakita. Matamis ang

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Para kay Cholo Gastrell,Walang kasiguraduhan kung mapapasakamay o mababasa mo pa ito Cholo pero nagbabakasakali lang ako tutal ito na ang huling bagay na makukuha mo mula sa akin.Pasensiya ka na dahil hindi ako nakapagpaalam sa iyo. Please 'wag mong isipin na iniwan kita. Oo, aaminin ko na pinag-isipan ko noong una pero binawi ko agad kasi hindi ko pala kayang iwan ka. Naipit lang ako. Wala akong magawa. Isang hamak na babae lang ako. Kayang-kaya nila akong tirisin, hamakin, at pahirapan.Siguro may ideya ka na na may damdamin na ako para sa iyo. Alam ko naman kasing hindi ako magaling magtago ng nararamdaman ko. Minahal kita, Cholo. Sana maniwala ka at tanggapin ang pag-ibig ko kahit isang segundo lang. Wala man akong ibang pwedeng pagkomparahan ng damdamin ko pero alam ko sa sarili ko na mahal kita. Mahal na mahal kahit tuluyan mo na akong inabandona, kahit hindi mo ako pinagkaabalahan pang bigyan ng isang sulyap na para bang ang isang tulad ko ay hindi karapat-dapat na makausap ka

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