She's selfish.
She lied to me.
Cheated on me.
And worst...
...she made me look like a fool.
"Love, believe me! What you saw is not what you think!" I kept walking towards our house. I'm beyond pissed, I just want to get home, pack my things, and leave.
"Not what I think? really? Nakita kitang may kasamang iba, hawak mo pa yung kamay niya! Ang kapal ng mukha mo, sa favorite restaurant pa natin mo pa talaga siya dinala!" I kept my voice low but with emphasis. I'm enraged but I don't want to make a scene, we're still not in our house, the neighbours might hear us.
"Love, Haven, If you think I cheated on you, bakit ko siya dadalhin kung saan alam kong mahuhuli mo ako? Please calm down, you're getting blinded by your anger." She kept trying to get a hold of my hand, I kept slapping hers in return. Luckily we're inside now.
I pushed her, she was getting persistent and annoying. "Shut up! I don't want to hear you talking to me right now! Lubayan mo ako, please lang, Vi!" She yanked my wrist, I felt pressure from the way she grabbed it. It was tight, but she was delicate. She's afraid that she might hurt me.
"Haven, let me explain! Halika dito, maupo tayo dito sa sala. Mag usap tayo ng maayos." Her voice was hoarse, and cracking. She's on the verge of crying.
"Kausapin mo sarili mo! uuwi na ako." Her tears started to fall, and so did mine. I hate getting into an argument, but I hate her for making one.
She dropped on her knees and hugged my waist. Please, stand up, I might get soft and forget about what you did.
She was sobbing hard, my waist felt wet. As much as she was crying, she still tried to straighten her voice. "I am your home. You're home with me." Was.
"Well, that changed. You ruined my home. Please, leave me alone, Vi. I think it's best for us to cool off."
I left her and spend the rest of the week at my mom's home. We've been living together for a long time, but now that I'm back at mom's, I feel like I'm back to my young self.
I was so mad at her. I cried every night, thinking what I did wrong for her to cheat on me, on us. I changed my number. Blocked her on all of my social media accounts. I never left the house for days, weeks even.
Not until Olivia, my best friend, came and talked to me.
"Hey, so... how's it going?" she asked as if she was unsure of her question. I sighed.
"If you're asking me about my mental health, I'm fine."
"I didn't know lying for you were easy as breathing. To be honest, you look like dried tomato shit. Your eyes are puffy red, as well as your nose. Tapos sobrang payat mo na. Ang alam kong tinapos mo na program ay BS Psychology, but looking at you now, I thought wrong. Nag Doctorate ka ba in malnourishment? o hobby mo lang mag pa sexy? sumobra ka ata kasi."
I never had the appetite to eat. I got depressed. We've been together for a long time. The thought of her cheating crossed my head like a broken record. Sobrang sakit malaman na may kinikita siyang iba. Hindi ko kinaya, pati sarili ko hindi ko na naalagaan.
"Hey, ang tagal niyo nang cool off. Nag usap na ba kayo?" I turned my head no.
"What for? she never reached out. Aminado siguro siya sa ginawa niya."
"Never reached out ka diyan?! Hoy! mahiya ka nga! araw araw siyang dumadalaw sayo, araw araw din siyang binabanatan nung mga tauhan mo!"
"Anong dumadalaw? ni ha, ni ho, wala."
