Novel & Cerita Man Crying

Akma siyang kakaladkarin ng mga ito palabas nang may magsalita sa di-kalayuan. "Put your hands off her!" An angry voice of a man echoed through the four walls. The man's anger sent shockwaves through the crowd.

Naiiyak si Graciella sa sinabi ng asawa. Kaya pinilit niyang hindi pumatak ang luha. Napasinghot siya. “Are you crying right now?” Tanong ni Menard habang nakatutok pa rin ang atensyon sa daan. “It’s okay to cry, especially when you feel like it.”

Nanggagalaiti kong sigaw sa kanya. Can’t he just give me a break today, like he did yesterday? I’m still grieving over Marshmallow, and I feel extra fragile right now. Since last night, I haven’t been able to stop crying, and my nose won’t stop running either. Everything just feels heavier today, and I really wish he’d cut me some slack. "Hindi lang mata mo ang namamaga, kundi pati na rin ang mukha mo, doll." Hindi ko namalayan na nakalapit na pala siya sa akin. Inilabas niya ang kulay pink na panyo at sinimulang punasan ang basa kong mukha, pati na rin ang sipon ko.

Sinalubong ko ang mga mata niyang nanlilisik at tinapatan ng parehong intensidad. "My bad" I said grinning. I crossed my arms and titled my head like I was testing his patience. Peeking behind him to see the lady whimpering in pain. My eyes dropped at the woman silently crying behind him. Massaging and supporting her aching stomach. Rage rose through me.

Bigla akong natigil sa pagtawa at nataranta ng mangilid ang luha sa kanyang mata. "No! No stop... Okay, I'm sorry I won't laugh anymore. Please don't cry, baby Nate." "I-I'm not a baby. You first call me beyta now you call me baby. I'm already big. I really hate you. I'll call daddy to fire you." Humihikbing sabi niya. "Okay. If you don't want me to call you baby or bata you'll stop crying. Only the baby is crying. You're a man so shouldn't cry. A man doesn't cry with small things." Pagpapatahan ko sa kanya.

he whipped me hard from behind and that made me cry in pain. Inulit niya iyon ng limang beses bago siya huminto at pumunta sa harapan ko. I looked at him crying and he just demonically laughed at my reaction. Nung humupa ang pagtawa niya at umiling siya habang naka-ngiting pinagmamasdan ako. Gusto ko man magsalita pero nanghihina ako sa sakit ng paglatigo niya sa akin, kaya wala akong magawa kundi ay ang umiyak. Lumapit siya sa akin at bumulong. “Is it painful? Do you want more?” he mumbled.

Wala s'yang maisip na ibang paraan para patahanin si Yuan kaya niyakap n'ya nalang ito at hinimas ang likuran. "Stop crying, kid. They might think that I'm the reason behind those tears.." Humiwalay naman sa pagkayakap si Yuan at pinahiran ang mga luha sa kaniyang mata. "Men don't cry." Dagdag pa ng lalaki. "Don't mind what others might think about you... about us. Men can cry... because crying is normal. Did you know that crying helps you to release negative energy?" "So, if the time come that you want to cry, just cry. Mommy told me before that crying is not a weakness. It's actually a strength, because you're brave enough to let the world knows how you feel."

Then my chest started hurting, and before I could stop it, tears came. Not pretty tears. Not cinematic, single-tear-down-the-cheek type. More like ugly, silent, nakakahiya kind of crying where you press your sleeve to your face because you don’t want even your own room to witness it. I cried for Jun, kahit hindi ko siya kilala. For Miro, who made jokes about fractions and probably grew up with a missing space he didn’t know how to name. For Marisol, who still smiled while carrying groceries, bills, medicine, and ghosts.

I really do. I could feel the hard invisible lump on my throat that blocks my airways. I swallowed nervously. My hand that was caressing her cheeks, neck, forehead and hair is trembling a bit. My lips quivering as I stifled a sob and I could feel the warm wet tears damping my face. I sounded and looked so gay, I know but who the fucm cares? Real men cry for their woman, especially if they’re worth it. That’s one of the lesson, Karmine taught me.

Tumango siya sa sinabi ko at bahagyang nginitian ang lalaki sa aking likod. Naunang maglakad si Ciara sa akin bago sumunod si Manang na hindi pa rin makapaniwala sa nakita. Pasimple kong pinunasan ang luhang kumawala sa aking mata at hinarap ang asawang matagal nawala sa akin...sa amin ng anak ko. Manuel wiped his own tears. Namumula ang mga mata at ilong niya. “I-I don't know how to do this. Ayaw kong gulatin ang anak natin.”Mahina kong sabi. Nasasaktan at hindi alam kung anong gagawin para sa amin.