The Game Plan (Completed) [R-18]

21 : His Son

His son

A broken heart

A Bottle of whiskey

Packs of cigarettes

And a Positive DNA result.

Walang papantay sa magkahalong sakit at saya na nararamdaman ko ngayon.

I'm damn happy to know that he's my son

Despite the fact that I lost her.

There's no space for me to give up now knowing that I have a son to the woman who lied to me.

Rhian Hera Saavedra, no more lies this time.

Tinawagan ko ang isa sa aking matalik na kaibigan.

Sebastian Saavedra, her brother.

I need to meet with her. I needed to fix everything.

My life is a mess right now.

And I'm still on the process of accepting the fucking reality that my Hera left me.

" Saavedra" Panimula ko sa kanya.

" Long time, no talk, Castaneda" He greeted me.

" Your sister is a good liar, Saavedra. I need to talk to her." Damn it!

" It's about time you'd figure it out, Castaneda. I respected my sister's decision as much as I had respected yours. She's coming home from a business trip but don't worry, her son is at home" Saad niya sa akin.

Kumuyom naman agad ang mga kamao ko.

" My son" I corrected.

" Hindi ka parin nagbabago, Castaneda." He spoke.

" You should have told me about it seven years ago, Saavedra. You had lots of time to tell me. Why haven't you?" Tanginang Saavedra 'to. Kainuman ko siya palagi sa lahat ng bar but he chose to keep quiet about it.

" It's my sister's decision Castaneda. Hindi ko puwedeng sabihin ang hindi ko naman desisyon. Don't worry, I'll talk to her about everything. You can meet with her tomorrow" Saad niya sa akin.

" I'll expect something on that Saavedra" I told my friend.

I drank another bottle before falling into sleep.

Alcohol intoxication.

I almost drown myself into it.

Gumising ako na masakit ang ulo

" Damn it!" I did the usual thing first thing in the morning. My bed is empty.

No Calli to kiss early in the morning.

No more Calli to hug

No Calli to wake up

No Calli to cuddle with.

" Fuck it!" I threw my pillow somewhere.

This is why I hate life

I lazily went out of bed and cook my own food.

The more that I see every fucking material in my unit, the more I fucking miss my Hera.

The kitchen reminds me of her.

The bathroom

The dining table

The sala