I found him at the patio… after taking a long shower… and wanting
to smoke… thinking he have gone home already…
He looked at me… His face blank… I have nothing to say… I stood there,
leaned on the wall, my eyes down… I was to take it all… hoping he’d let
me take it all…
“Was that him?” he asked.
I didn’t answer nor move…
“Was that him!?” he asked again, louder.
I shook my head.
“Look at me and answer me,” he ordered.
I raised my face to him and answered no.
His face was suddenly tainted with horror, he drew back then stood up…
walked around, trying to contain himself… taking deep breathes…
I was trying not to be afraid…
“Do you know him?” he asked, I could
feel he too was fearing, “or is he just some random guy?”
“Just a random guy…” I answered softly.
“Fuck!” he said, seizing me… his fist clinched… he so wanted to hurt
me…
I was to take it all.
His face hard, trying so hard to hold
back… I couldn’t stand it… I looked down…
A big breath… then another… he let go of me… step back… his face
calming… he went back to where he was seated…
“You hurt me…” he said pleading.
“I’m sorry…” I finally said… I could feel my tears about to come.
He smiled at me… it was so bitter…
“I went to your house…” he said in
monotone, “your cousin said you just went out… that I just missed you…
inisip ko you were just to go to a friend… but then, from your stories that
I read… It’s Friday night… I hoped not… I should have not come…”
“He isn’t here…” I said.
He nodded.
We were silent.
“I would go now…” he said, then stood
up… walked toward me… “I love you… and I would still wait for
you…”
I
just nodded.
He wanted to say more… but thought otherwise and just left…
I stood there… numb…
