Chapter 3
Hindi ako ganun ka-tanga para magbulagbulagan sa mga nakita ko. I knew myself that sooner or later, malalaman ko din ang katotohanan.
Pero tangina, kailangan ba ganito kasakit? Breaking up with Greg that way was painful enough to tear me apart, but this? This is the worst. I can feel myself shattering and crushing into little tiny pieces. Naninikip ang dibdib ko, until I am just breathing through my mouth. I was standing there, crying silently hanggang sa hindi ko napansin na nakaalis na si Greg. Yes, si Greg.. at yung asawa niya, his future.
I hugged myself. Kaya ko 'to. Kaya mo 'to, Camille. Makakalimutan mo din siya. I sighed, a heavy one, saka dumiretso sa kotse ko. Umalis na ako sa mall at tinahak ang daan patungo sa.. ewan. Hindi ko alam. All I knew that I was driving while crying. Buti na lang heavy tinted 'tong kotse ko kundi nakita na ng ibang tao na mukha akong loka-loka dito. Nag-red light kaya hininto ko ang kotse. That was the time I noticed that my phone is ringing. Sinagot ko yun, I sighed first bago magsalita. Sino ba 'to?
"Hello?"
"Shit! Where the fuck are you, Camille?" Holy crap, si Kenji nga pala. I wiped my tears.
"Oh, um, s-sorry Kenji. S-something ca-came up and--" I didn't get the chance to finish what was I about to say dahil may nag-beep na sasakyan sa likod ko. Naka-green light na pala, so I continued driving. "Camille? Camille? Hey!" Rinig kong sigaw ni Kenji.
"Wait, I can't focus. Nagd-drive ako, nasaan ka ba? Uhm, puntahan na lang kita." I offered.
"Are you nuts? Ako ang pupunta sa'yo. Where are you?" My chest flusttered at his words, but I didn't mind it long enough.
"I don't know, uuwi na lang siguro ako ng condo." I said, feeling tired. I've never been this lifeless before, ganito ba talaga kapag brokenhearted?
"Alright, kapag nasa loob ka ng condo mo, text me your address."
"Fine."
"I repeat, kapag nasa condo ka na. Don't text while driving, it's dangerous."
I rolled my eyes, "Oo na po, kuya Kenji." But I smiled. Marunong naman palang mag-alaga 'tong siraulong 'to. Well, atleast he cares.
"Good. See you later?"
"Yeah, sure, see you." I said, saka ko binaba yung tawag. I focused on driving, dahil anytime feeling ko maiiyak na naman ako.
Damn heartbreaks. Damn everything.
Pagkapasok ko ng condo ko, pumunta ako agad sa kwarto ko tsaka humiga sa kama. I texted Kenji what my address is, saka 'yung code ng condo ko and I drifted myself to sleep. I'm so tired, I need to rest. Baka pahinga lang 'to, baka kapag maayos na ako, makalimutan ko na din si Greg. Right.
I woke up, feeling heavier than usual. Bumangon ako to notice na meron palang nakalagay sa noo ko. May towel. What? Bakit may ganito?
I was still staring at the damp towel from my forehead nang pumasok si Kenji na may dalang tray.
"You're sick." He said, saka nilapag yung tray sa table ko sa gilid ng kama ko. May sakit ako? Damn it. Hindi ako makakapasok bukas.
"I don't feel like I'm sick, though." Sabi ko saka ko inabot sa kanya yung towel. Kinuha niya yung towel tsaka niya nilagay doon sa container na may water and alcohol, probably, saka piniga. Hiniga niya ako ulit sa kama and put the towel again on my forehead.
I sighed heavily, feeling the warmth in my breathe. Ang sakit ng ulo ko.
"Pasaway. Just stay put, okay? I'll feed you." I rolled my eyes, fine.
