Tapunan Ng Feelings

Favorite

I originally wrote this around 07/25/17 pero nahiya akong i-publish hahahaha I re-read it right now and tweaked a bit so heto na sya. LOL

Prompt by @hxddles, Requested by @aosfiction on twitter: “It’s 2 am in the year 2021. Alden and Maine find Mama Ten and Yaya Pe are arguing over who Thirdy loves more.”

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“Haaal… mahal…” I sleepily try to unwrap myself from my husband’s limbs, to no avail.

“Hmmm… mahal, dito ka lang…” his hold tightens around me. There’s no escaping his arms and legs unless he wakes up.

“Mahal… wake up.” I struggle and finally get an arm out to turn on the lamp shade by my bedside table. The commotion in the next room is getting louder.

“Mahal. RJ, gising. Ayan na naman sila. R… J! Ma-hal!” I grunt as I struggle harder to get his huge arms to unwrap from me. I give up and turn to face him. My 29 year old husband of three years still look like a five year old when he’s asleep. After all this time, he still holds on to me like I’m going to disappear in the morning. I caress his cheek before gently tapping it. His lips purse, and at that moment I want to kiss him senseless but the voices next door are getting louder and I know I have to do something before my son wakes up. I pinch his cheek. “Mahaaal!”

“Araaay ko mahal! Anong nangyari sino nag-away san nanggaling asan yung ipis bakit mo ko kinagat?!” He wake startled but his arms remain tightly wrapped around me. My husband is a five year old dork.

“Mahal! Walang ipis! Di kita kinagat! Can you let me go, please? Nadidinig ko nang umiingit ang anak mo pero yung dalawa, nagtatalo pa rin nang pabulong sa kabila about God knows what! Pag di mo ko pinakawalan, ikaw papabangunin ko para kunin si Thirdy, gusto mo?” He grunts and buries his face deeper in my neck and I thought he’s going back to sleep, but I feel his hot wet lips tracing kisses from the back of my ear down to my throat and chest.

“MAHAL! Mamaya ka na humarot, mygahd!” I slap his arm.

“Sorry sorry mahal, ang bango bango at lambot mo kasi, parang pastimallows sarap kagatin. Eto na ako nang babangon! Anong oras na ba?”

“Almost 2 am na. Baka kailangan lang ng change of diaper ni Thirdy, then makakatulog na din yun ulit.”

RJ sits up, squinting his eyes. “Asan ba si Mama Ten or Yaya Pepe?” He asks.

“Di mo ba sila nadidinig?”

“Akala ko ba si Thirdy ang umiingit. Eh silang dalawa ang nadidinig kong parang nagchichismisan?”

“Hay mukang nakatulog na nga ulit si Thirdy. Halika, sila Yaya Pepe ang puntahan natin. Parang nasa playroom sila eh.”

I get up from the bed and put on my robe. RJ puts on a white shirt, walks to me, and holds my hand as we walk out of our room. In the hallway, RJ puts his finger on his lips telling me to keep quiet, as the voices keep getting louder. We tiptoe toward the playroom to listen.

“Excuse me, favorite din kaya ni Thirdy ang turon kahit nginangatngat lang nya yung saging sa loob. Kaya I know for a pak na ako ang favorite nya!” I can imagine Mama Ten flipping her shiny side bangs. RJ almost burst out laughing, so I shushed him. We stop just outside the door of the playroom.

It’s 2 in the morning, but Mama Ten is putting together an airplane puzzle for Thirdy. Most probably a surprise for him tomorrow. Yaya Pepe is figuring out some lego pieces.

“Wag ka nga, Tenten. Mas gusto ni Thirdy na ako ang kalaro, kasi natatakot sya sa mukha mo. Mas love nya ko.”

“May point.” My ever bully husband whispers in my ear. I lightly slap his arm.