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KURT
I walked out so fast as the realizations came inside my head. Ara's pregnant. Ara's fucking pregnant and I don't even know kung dapat ba akong matuwa o magalit nang tuluyan. I am damn mad. Nauunahan ako ng galit kaya ayaw ko munang magsalita. I need to calm down.
"Love . . ."
"Do not call me that way," Agad kong putol kay Ara. Mabilis siyang nakasunod sa akin. Hinarap ko na rin siya and found her wiping her tears away. "Do not follow me."
"Love . . ."
"Stop."
"Love, let me—"
"You're pregnant, Ara. What more do you need to tell me or explain to me? 'Tang ina. We just fucked three days ago. It's too early for pregnancy tests. Let me guess. You're pregnant for two to three weeks now?" I hissed at her. Hinintay ko ang pagtango niya at lalo akong nanggalaiti sa galit dahil sa marahan niyang pagtango. "See? What more? It's clear as fuck. I'm too stupid. All this time na hinahabol mo ako, buntis ka na. The mood swings, the cries, the story you told me at the beach, the what ifs, the fucking hormonal shits. They all make sense right now. They all do."
"Love, I'm sorry . . ."
"'Tang ina. Mukhang sa akin na naman tumama ang karma ni Dad. Mukhang ako na naman ang kabit sa relasyong ito," tumatango-tango kong sambit. Tumawa pa nang mapakla bago napailing. "Good for you, Ara. Good for you."
"No, love. Please, do not leave." Pinigilan niya ako sa paglalakad.
I want to get her hands off me so damn harsh, but I just couldn't. Kahit galit na galit ako ay nagawa ko pa ring magtimpi. I tried getting her hands off but she's holding me tightly. Her eyes are pleading.
"Ara, let me leave. Ayaw kong magsalita habang galit ako. Mom taught me that, at least."
Hindi siya umiiyak pero tumutulo ang luha niya. Hindi siya humikbi pero nagmamakaawa ang mga mata niya. She wants me to listen and so I did.
"This child is yours, trust me." Iyon ang pag-uumpisa niya na agad kong ikinatawa. Hindi ako nakahuma habang sinasabi niya iyon. Now, she really is taking this in a far different level. Gagawin niya yata akong tanga ngayon. "Love, listen. Do not judge me. I hate that shit."
"How can I not judge you right now, Ara? You know me. You fucking know my stories."
"Then at least, look at me the same way as you always do! Stop crucifying me with those eyes!" she screamed. Bumuhos ang luha and this time, bumitiw na sa pagkakakapit sa akin. She took two steps backwards before she looked at me again. "Sigurado akong sa 'yo ang baby ko."
