Veiled Diaries #2: Mask of The Blues

MOTB 28

Hello, i just want to clear things up that I didn't remember writing something about Statice' son with green eyes. Hehe. Same with Zio's case, he didn't commit anything.

Ps, 3K plus words isn't easy to type and think... okay, stop demanding and rushing things. Thanks.

#MOTB28

I married Venturi Zobel three months after moving to Spain. He's nice than what I expected him to be as a husband, my 11 months married life is like a freedom from the Zobel family. Hindi ko akalain na ang pagiging kasal sa kanya ang magiging kalayaan ko, sa papel lang naman iyon pero kailangan naming magsama sa iisang bubong kaya ganoon ang aming lagay. He's my husband, for real and I am trying to make it work but arguments can't really avoid inside it. May times na magkaaway kami sa hindi pagkakaintindihan pero hindi naman tumatagal.

"Oh my goodness, Embry!" singhap ni Auntie Celine, she covered her mouth and looked at her son who's busy laughing. "What did you do to her hair!?"

"What? I don't know! She went home like that! She looks like a mermaid, right?" hagalpak ni Venturi habang nakadapa sa sofa at nilalaro ang cellphone ko.

Auntie Celine gasped, unti-unti siyang lumapit sa akin at hinawakan ang kamay ko na tila siya ang nanghihinayang.

"Hindi ba masakit iyan, hija? Napakatingkad naman ng kulay niyan!"

Nginitian ko siya, tumayo si Venturi at mabilis akong nilapitan para haplusin sa buhok ko at amuyin.

"Hindi, Mommy. Mabaho lang siya sa una, medyo mapanghe ang amoy pero napagtitiisan naman."

Uminit ang mukha ko sa hiya, I glared at him irritably.

"Venturi, kung anu-ano na yatang tinuro mo sa kanya! Aminin mo, sino ang may pakana niyang kulay pulang buhok?" matalim na baling sa kanya ni Auntie.

"Ako lang po, Auntie. Gusto ko lang mag-iba ng kulay ng buhok. Wala kasi akong makitang pagbabago sa akin." simple kong rason.

There's nothing wrong with it, siguro ayaw lang niya dahil mukha akong nagrerebeldeng dalaga. Venturi is all good with whatever I'm doing... just like Rekta.

"Mommy, she did this for the second time now. The first one was gold. Don't worry about her scalp, her skull is hard as rock. She can take that."

I sighed inwardly. Here's where I want to express my own feelings, I'd want to color my hair every three months to see if I had moved on from someone already and I know moving on stage is taking only three months to break the rule. Kung hindi pa, magkukulay lang ako ng buhok hanggang sa makuntento na ako sa sariling pakiramdam na hindi iyon naalala.

Coloring my hair is the best way to express my motivation to do well in moving on. Having my hair colored means, I still love Rekta... I'm really still in love with him. My black hair is one of the things he loves about me; reason why I don't wanna see me in that nor plain look.

Wala akong kabali-balita sa kanya at frustration ang araw-araw na kumakain sa akin sa pag-iisip kung kumusta na siya. I was so unfair of leaving him without any word but I love you in text. I didn't think about his reason why he did not show up that night and I realized that maybe he had some issues with his family just like me. Hindi lang naman ako ang may problema sa mundong ito pero malaki pa rin ang pagtatampo ko sa hindi niya pagsipot nang gabing sana ay makakatakas na ako...

Ano pa man iyon ay wala na akong magagawa ngayon kundi ang panindigan ang lahat ng mga nangyayari sa buhay ko, my everyday prayer is for Rekta's betterment and happiness. Also, I will try to move on and make my marriage work for my better life, too.