𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙏𝙤 𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩

He wont

Chapter Two

"Whatever that is, go home now. I still have to finish my piece" pagpapauwi nito kay Cley na bigla na lang pumasok sa art studio ni Warren, isa sa mga naging kaibigan niya. The whole room is a mess, puno ng mga pintura, nagkalat ang mga brush sa sahig at may mga newspaper ang kinatutirikan easel. Busy ito sa pag guhit ni paglingon sa kanya ay hindi nito magawa. Tinabihan niya ang kaibigan na nakatayong nagdo-drawing.

"Man, I fucked up" he sighed.

"You are always fucked up, Cley. Why are you here?" patuloy pa rin ito sa pag guhit.

"I want alcohol" umupo ito sa isang magarang pang isahang sofa.

"Sa side table, may isang litrong alcohol diyan."

Nilingon siya ni Cley at tinaliman ng tingin. Wala man lang ba itong space sa utak niya para man lang damayan siya? Such a dick.

"I want it in my system, War. I want to get drunk"

Warren dropped his brush and in a slow motion, he looked at him with a jaw dropped, intirely disbelieved. Cley is in his scowl state, Warren gave him the happiest face for that day.

"Oh my god, nagkita na kayo? And you fucking failed and didn't just followed what's planned? That's a good reason to celebrate and get intoxicated!" he exclaimed to the top his lungs.

Cley rolled his eyes at tuluyang isinandal ang sarili sa upuan. Yeah, four years of endurance. Enduring how to deal the paib without a fucking alcohol. Paano kaya niya nakaya yun? Hindi na nga nito maalala ang lasa ng beer. He missed it.

"Hang on there, maliligo lang ako."

"Oh fuck don't prolong my agony, gawin mong 30 minutes ang isang oras mong ligo!" he shouted at Warren na lumabas ng studio.

"Oh, god. He made my supposedly most memorable day, terrible" bumuga ito ng marahas na hangin habang nakasalampak sa malambot na kama. Hinihingal siyang nakahiga habang pikit ang mga mata.

Hindi niya ito inaasahan. Alam niyang malalaman nito kumakwan ang pagsusulat niya dahil hindi naman maitatanggi ang kasakitan niya, pero ang dumalo sa booksigning niya? That's unexpected.

Limang araw na lang ay uuwi na siya sa probinsya. It is the place she was born pero naging pinakaayaw na rin niyang puntahan o balikan. Kung hindi nga lang ikakasal ang kuya niya ay hindi pa talaga ito uuwi doon. But hell yeah, ano pa bang ikakabahala niya, wala doon ang isa sa mga rason kung ayaw niyang umuwi, because Cleyou Andres is here!

After kuya's wedding, babalik agad ako sa London. Maybe getting away from the whole country will give her peace of mind.

Neon Nights. "The hell, Warren, anong klaseng bar itong pag-aari mo? May bar bang napakaraming art walls? Julogs ka talaga"

"Lol, you are a bummer. Many people find it unique you moron." Warren hip a shot of tequila.

It's been awhile. Simula nong napadpad siya sa Pilar ay hindi na ulit siya nakapasok sa isang nightclub. Anim na taon din yun.

They were both sitting in a fancy bar. Warren purposely clear the whole for themselves. Excuslive for his friend who found his long lost drunkard soul.

"So what's the deal? Bakit hindi mo sinunod ang plano mong tadtarin siya ng halik ha? You are a well known philanderer and now you are wimp" bahagya nitong siniko si Cley na halos matapon ang laman sa hawak na shot glass, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"I always been weak when it comes to her, you know that." he took a shot.

"Until now? Oh c'mon. Grow up, Cleyou! You are now 28, be a man dude. Apat na taon ka ng good boy, walang inom, walang babae. You finished school and now a successful businessman and a Web Engineer. Emi is no longer a girl, she's a well fine woman."