The Coño Boy 6: Ten Lifetimes With You

Chapter Seventeen: What Stories Could Tell

Casa Arrastia
Poblacion
San Angel
25 May 2019
5:48 am

An unusually welcome chill descends upon San Angel this morning, as the sun rises. The sky had been quite generous with the rain since around 4:00 am. Still partly cloudy, the early morning sun is reflected by the droplets of rain upon the leaves and delicate fragrant white flowers on the branches of the kamuning trees planted around in Casa Arrastia's garden.

The faint morning glow slowly creeps inside the sala mayor as the lowly ambulant Pan de Sal vendor toots his horn at the handle of his bike.

Migz stirs from his sleep.

He turns to his right.

He opens his eyes halfway.

He sees a face before him.

Migz lightly rubs his eyes with the back his left hand.

As his eyes fully open and adjust to the light, the face before him grows clearer.

Drake is lying on his stomach, his head resting on Migz's pillow, the soft glow on his cheek coming from the shafts of light passing through the windows from the side of the sala mayor.

Migz can't help but smile as he watches Drake still deep asleep with his lips slightly parted.

He checks the time on the old clock hanging by the wall.

Slowly, he gets up, taking great care not to wake Drake. He walks to the chair where he put his mobile phone the night before. He swipes it to open the phone's camera app. He cautiously approaches the mattress on the floor where Drake still lies asleep.

He takes a few photos of Drake before pocketing his phone.

Migz: Drae-Kim-Chi

He lightly tickles Drake's left cheek with his index finger.

Migz: Drae-Kim-Chi, wake up na...

Drake scratches his left cheek. He grunts lightly.

Migz: Gising na, Drae-Kim-Chi.

Drake: Mmhhhmmmm— Ngen nyu nohht call me Dray-kum—urghhh...

He mumbles.

Migz: Mag-6:00 am na, lipat ka muna sa cuarto at mag-lilinis pa dito si Mang Cito.

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Drake puts some facial wash on his fingers and dabs it onto his cheeks and forehead. He closes his eyes. He lathers the facial wash over his face with both hands in a circular motion. The memory of last night's events flashes in his mind.

Migz: Okay... On three, Drake. One... Two... Three...

They both touch the Holy Cross with their index fingers.

They wait a few more seconds.

Drake: Anything?

Drake asks with his eyes closed.

Migz: Wala.

Migz confirms.

They both open their eyes.

Drake: One more time?

He asks Migz as his eyes dart from left to right, checking for anything unusual around the sala mayor.

He looks Migz in the eyes.

Migz nods.

He counts again.

Migz: Okay... One... Two... Three...

They both touch the cross with a finger each again.

5 seconds pass...