bapa: indefatigable love

Bapa: chapter 33 (The Betrayal)

Chapa POV:

I woke up earlier than Bose, again. The morning light just starting to seep through the curtains. As I lay there beside him, I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. The way I snapped at him last night—it wasn't fair. Sure, I didn't agree with his opinion, but that didn't give me the right to unload all my frustration on him. He was just trying to help, in his own way. I sighed softly, feeling a knot form in my stomach.

When I noticed him beginning to stir, I quickly slipped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, hoping to avoid any awkwardness. I turned on the shower, letting the warm water wash away the tension that had built up inside me. As I dried off and changed into fresh clothes, I tried to think of how I'd approach the conversation. I needed to apologize, to make things right.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I found Bose sitting at the kitchen table, still in his pajamas, casually eating breakfast. His hair was tousled from sleep, and he looked so innocent, so unaware of the guilt that was eating me up inside. I walked up to him, trying to muster a smile.

"Hey," I started, my voice softer than usual.

He looked up at me with those big, innocent eyes. "Oh, hey. How was your sleep?" he asked calmly, his voice gentle.

"It was alright," I replied, then hesitated for a moment. "But can we talk about last night?"

"Yeah, of course," Bose said, giving me a small, reassuring smile.

I took a deep breath, feeling the guilt tightening around me like a vise. "So, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to react like that. It's been a heavy week full of surprises, and I didn't mean to put all of my emotions on you," I said, trying to convey how truly sorry I was. But even as I spoke, the guilt lingered, gnawing at me.

"It's fine, Chapa, really. It was all my fault. You were right," he said, his words meant to comfort, but they only made me feel worse. I could see he was trying to make me feel better, but I could also see the sadness in his eyes.

"Thank you. And I'll save all of those angry emotions for the boy who stole my cellphone," I added, trying to lighten the mood with a laugh. Bose laughed a little too, but it didn't reach his eyes. It was like he was holding something back, something I couldn't quite figure out.

"Hug?" I asked, hoping that maybe a hug could bridge the gap that seemed to have formed between us.

"Yeah," Bose said, standing up and stepping into my arms. As we hugged, I could feel the sadness in him, and it only made my guilt worse.

"I'm so sorry," he said, his tone filled with a quiet sadness that tugged at my heart.

"Are you okay? You seem... not okay," I asked, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes.

"No, I'm fine. Thanks," he said, but his voice didn't quite match his words. He gave me a small, reassuring smile, but it felt forced.

"I'm gonna get ready. You can grab some breakfast," he said, stepping away and heading toward the bedroom.

As I watched him walk away, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. I hoped he wasn't feeling sad because of me, but deep down, I couldn't help but wonder if I was the cause of his unease. The guilt sat heavy in my chest as I sat down at the table, staring at the untouched breakfast in front of me. I really hoped that we could find a way to move past this, to get back to how we were before. But for now, all I could do was wait and hope that Bose was truly okay.

Bose POV:

As I stepped into the bathroom, I felt a single tear slip down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away, but the heaviness in my chest remained. I didn't know what to do, how to handle this. I was genuinely lost. Chapa was everything to me, and the thought of losing her, or even disappointing her, terrified me. But I also knew that what I'd done—the secret I was keeping—could ruin everything if she ever found out.