DEADLY HABITS • THE PLAYBOY ERA

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"Mule, I don't know how many times I told you that you're the only one I love."

A moment of silence. Waves were the only sound.

"Will you fight until the end? With me?" Myz muttered, trying her very best not to let her tears stream. She knew she had no tears left after crying for so long. The heat within has gone as the cold breeze of air has come. Also the effect of alcohol was nothing compare to the coldness of water touching their feet.

"I will," ani Mule at iniharap sa kanya si Myz. "We've been through a lot of hardships in our relationship but my heart remain its beat from the day that I met the person I'm living with until now. That is you, only you. So, I will never give up." He hugged her tighter as they remain standing under the sea though the waves continuously flowing against their bodies. Just like their relationship, still standing... fighting for what they're fighting and still believing to the only thing they will always fight for— love.

"When I die, promise me that you will say you love me, every day that you open your eyes in the morning. Say my name. Say that you love me." She decided to look at his eyes. And from there, she found her comfort.

"Is that what you want?" he asked as he rub his thumb on the both sides of her cheeks. He's just waiting for her to respond and she just observe his face. His soft black curly hair, his tantalizing eyes, his pointed nose and pink lips. Those little hair at the both side of his face crawling on his jawline.

"Yes." Myz just smiled. She lowered her gaze and slid it into Mule's hairless rock-hard chest but the man touched the lower part of her chin using its index and thumb finger. He gently raised it until their eyes meet again.

"I promise," he said. She smiled when she heard those words from him. That's all she wanted to hear from him and that's what she want to hold on 'til the end, till her very last breath.

He gently pressed his already wet lips to Myz's; slowly pushing and becoming aggressive. As the waves repeatedly strike their cold bodies, the kiss became harder and more passionate. Letting their bodies driven by the waves until they both reached the shore. And there, they've found the perfect place.

He lay down with her on top. His hardness made her feel it on her thigh and she have no desire for anything at this time but him. As he inserted his thing into her womanhood, her only response was soft tender moans. He never stopped thrusting her hole until they were both tired, until they reached their climax.

They lay down their helpless body side by side above the fine sand of this sea. They can feel the grains sticked to their bodies as they look up to the sky.

And then the voices inside his head was finally vanished. On the same position he had at the last part of his dream, the dream that happened in reality eighteen years ago with her wife, lying down his body how they lain on the fine sand of the sea way back then, looking up to the sky but not stars what his eyes saw the moment he opened it— it is the clear white ceiling with a light bulb that was still off.

Voices inside his head has gone but here are another voices from the outside— outside of his room. Maybe that's the reason he woke up suddenly. Damn those guys.

He yawned, stretching his arms and there's some tears in his eyes. Nilinis niya ang kanyang mga mata kasabay nang pagpunas ng mangilan-ngilang butil ng luha na pinigilan niyang patuluin at dulot lamang ng napanaginipan.

Itinagilid niya ang kanyang katawan, nagawa siyang pangitiin nito dahil ito ang unang gusto niyang makita sa tuwing siya ay gigising sa umaga. Makita niya lamang ito ay buo na kaagad ang araw niya.

Bago bumangon sa kamang hinihigaan, tulad ng kanyang ipinangako sa asawa ay sinambit niya ang ngalan nito.

“Myz...” may halong panginginig ang boses, “Mahal kita.”

Ang luhang kanyang pinipigilan ay tuluyan nang kumawala. Pikit-matang lumuluha habang inaabot ang picture frame kung saan naroon ang wedding picture nila ni Myz. Niyakap niya iyon nang mahigpit at walang araw na hindi niya nakalimutang alalahanin ang masasayang alaala nilang dalawa. Walang araw na hindi niya hiniling na sana ay hindi na lang siya nito iniwan.

He's sobbing though he is only like this today as if there's something special or memorable on this date. Anyway, kahit na umiiyak pa ay tinalo iyon ng maiingay na boses na ngayon ay lalo pang lumakas at mas lumakas pa. He knows they are in front of the door so he quickly wiped away his tears but it's too late now.

"Papa!" boses iyon ni Jam Manley, ang bunso sa quadruplets. Madalas marindi ang tatlo pa niyang kapatid dahil sa lakas ng boses niyang masakit na sa pandinig.

Ngayon ang susunod niyang sasabihin ay hindi na malinaw dahil sa puntong ito ay takip-takip ni Jam Mythes, pangalawa sa quadruplets, ang bibig ni Jam Manley.

"Hoy... tumigil na kayo." Si Jam Myles, ang pangatlo sa quadruplets, ay abalang inaawat ang nag-iimpitang dalawa. Samantala, ang panganay na si Jam Malyk ay kakarating lang, hindi kasi siya tumakbo at naglakad lang para sundan ang mga kapatid.

"Pa, umiiyak ka?" tanong nito, imbis na unahin ang galit niya kay Jam Mythes.

"Ano'ng importanteng bagay ang dapat kong malaman? 'Di ba sabi ko kapag walang katuturan ang sasabihin n'yo ay 'wag kayong pupunta rito?" Nasabi iyon ni Mule nang makatayo sa pagkakaupo sa kaniyang kama at matapos maisauli sa ibabaw ng lampshade table ang picture frame na yakap-yakap niya kanina.

"Si kuya Myt nabasag 'yong bintana ni kuya Mal kani-- umm--!" ani Jam Manley na ngayon ay hindi na ulit maintindihan ang sinasabi dahil pinipigilan na naman siyang magsalita ni Jam Mythes.

"Kuya, tama na 'yan... kaaga-aga gusto niyo bang maparusahan na naman tayo?" pagsawata ni Jam Myles sa dalawang halos magbuno sa harapan ng kanilang papa.

Napabuntong-hininga na lang si Jam Malyk at sa ikalawang pagkakataon nang pagbuntong-hininga niya ay iba na ang kanilang eksena.