Crashed.
"I won't go home, until we talk." matigas na sambit ni Tasha.
Naka hilig ito sa pintuan ng office ko. Nauna ng umuwi sila Angie at Sam kaya hinayaan ko na lang tutal iyong gawain ko na lang naman ang hindi ko pa tapos kaya okay lang maiwan ako. Itong isa hindi ko alam kung anong agenda sa buhay at ayaw pa umuwi.
"It's getting late, you should go home." I said in a cold tone.
"I'll wait you," she said like willing to have some fight tonight.
"Ang tigas ng ulo mo," inis ko na sabi.
Sinarado ko ang laptop at inis ko siyang hinarap. I crossed my arms below my boobs. I tilted my head sideways and rise a brow.
"What do you want?" Mataray ko na tanong.
"You make me confused, the other day you're sweet and now..." ipiniling nito ang ulo niya. "You act like you never kissed me."
Namilog ang mata ko at umuwang ng kaunti ang bibig dahil sa bulagarang sabi niya!
"Are you playing with me?" she said a bit rough.
You're the one playing with me!
I want to slap her hard as I can. But instead I pick up my bag and went outside the Café without any single word.
"Seyra, Seyra!" Habol na tawag niya pero pumara na ako ng taxi para maka-sakay.
How dare she question me like that?!
I want to vent out on her damn face! Ako pa ang lumalabas na naglalaro ngayon sa amin dalawa? How ridiculous! I can't fucking believe her!
She's the one that has boyfriend and in a relationship for 13 fucking years and yet she's flirting with me!
Hindi ko alam kung saan ako lulugar sa kanya. She act like she wants me, like she wants to own me yet when we're around the other people she act like some saint who can't even commit some crime!
Gusto ko na mainis sa sarili ko, ang tanga ko na hinayaan ko ang sarili ko na mahulog sa isang tao na walang kasiguraduhan kung pipiliin ako. How can I be so dumb in love?!
I want to hurt myself for being this stupid when it comes to love. I just want to be loved.
I just wanted to be treated right. I just want to be priority, not to be second option. I want to sleep in night with peaceful mind and not overthink about some things. I hate begging to be loved right. I hate lies. I hate how someone can act like they love me but at the end of the day they will gonna leave me in the dark, full of trauma.
Tasha keep on calling me all night. But I just stare at my phone until it's stop vibrating. She even text me.
Tasha:
Sorry, I just want to be clear.
Tasha:
Can we talk tomorrow?
Ganun rin halos ang naging scenario sa mga sumunod na araw. Patuloy na pumupunta si Tasha sa shop samantalang kakausapin ko lamang siya kapag may itatanong siya sa akin.
I don't wanna be rude, pero hindi ba mas masakit kapag nag kunware ako na ayus lang sa akin lahat?
Ayoko na palalimin pa ang nararamdaman ko para sakanya kaya hangat mamaari kung kaya ko na umiwas ay iiwas na lang ako.
"Are you busy tonight?" Tasha asked.
Lunch break nila kaya nandito naman siya sa shop. Seating infront of me while sipping her coffe. Nakalugay ang buhok nito at naka jacket lang para hindi masyado halata na naka uniform pa siya.
