A story that never been told

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

-Comtwin-

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Nakaupo ako sa sofa namin dito sa sala at nanonood ng tv, kasama ko si Papa, nanunood kami ng action movie. Ito na ang libangan namin at hilig namin parehas ang action movies.

"Alam mo ba anak, etong papa mo na to habulin ng babae to noon"litanya ni Papa. I wanna roll my eyes because he's at it again starting to tell his story again, for the nth time.

I know their story, the story that Papa always tells to me but I never get tired hearing it, it's funny how he tells that Mom is head over heels to him.

"Hindi ko nga alam kung bakit napangasawa ko ang mama mo eh"I finally had the urge to rolled my eyes. Kung hindi si Mom ang pinakasalanan niya, e di wala siyang magandang anak na katulad ko.

"Pinikot talaga ko ng Mommy mo anak"I started laughing when he says the word pikot. He always tell that.

"Ano na naman sinasabe mo sa anak mo Ernesto?!"sabi ni Mommy na may bitbit pang mga labahin. Napadaan dito sa gilid namin, magsasampay siguro sa harap.

Ewan ko ba kay Mom, meron namang sampayan sa likod at may dryer naman kami, gusto pa rin nagsasampay sa harap.

"Pinikot mo daw siya Mommy"

"Anong pinikot!, mahiya ka nga sa mukha mo Ernesto, yang mukhang yan pipikutin. Halika nga dito't tulungan mo ko magsampay"natatawang sabi ni Mom. Papa always tease Mom about the pikot thing.

Since I learned things, Papa always said it. Na pumunta lang siya kila Mommy tapos bigla na lang silang ikakasal. Then boom nandito na kami ng mga kapatid ko.

Ang pinagtataka ko lang kung napikot si Papa, bakit umabot kami ng apat.

Gusto niya rin eh.

Some of my tito's and tita's are telling me my parent's stories. I could imagined what they told. But ofcourse my imagination is far from real.

Sometimes I would stare at my room ceiling and think what happen when my parents are still young. It is true that Mom pikot Papa?, or It is the other way around?. I never know. I will never know.

But Papa loves Mommy and that is for sure.

"Destrian Lain"sigaw ni Mommy mula sa labas ng bahay, ngayon kasama na si Papa na nagsasampay ng mga damit.

I walk where they are. Sinasampay ni Papa ang mga damit habang nakaharap sa akin si Mama.

"Mommy stop calling my full name"I annoyed said. I kinda hate my name.

"At bakit aber!, I want your Papa reminds of her so called Ex"

"Honey naman, antagal na nun"Papa said while continue getting clothes and putting hanger then hang it on the wire.

Destrian Lain, they named me after Papa's ex. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, probably the latter.

"Wag mo kong ma-honey honey ah, pikot pikot ka pang nalalaman"Papa hug Mommy on the back and swayed on the right and left.

I tear my gaze at them. Maglalambingan lang sila sa harap ko, respeto naman sa walang karelasyon diba.

I smiled when I saw Mommy smilling while Papa is whispering something to her, they're still swaying.

I don't believe Papa. Baka siya pa nga ang pumikot kay Mommy. My Papa is not ugly. Pointed nose, hindi masyadong makapal na kilay, ang matang kulay black na medyo brown, and thin lips. Hindi lang maputi si Papa, kayumanggi siya o baka dahil sa trabaho niya na kelangan mabilad siya sa araw.