When Playboy Meets The Odd

CHAPTER NINETEEN

SAGE

I woke up earlier than usual. Tinignan ko ang orasan and it's only 5 a.m. Napahawak ako sa puson ko nang maramdaman ang sakit doon.

I took my phone from the lamp table and look at my schedule. Mamaya pang 3 p.m. ang pasok ko. I suddenly felt thankful because I can't really go the store in this state.

I crawl down the bed to go to the bathroom. I can't really stand up because my muscles are contracting. Nawawala ang lakas ko.

Nagpatuloy ako paggapang at nakarating sa living room. The cold air from the aircon made me feel more pain. I took the urge to stand up even though my stomach screams pain.

Nang makatayo ay kaagad akong dumiretso pakyat ng sofa para patayin ang aircon. Kaagad naman akong nagsisi na tumayo ako dahil mas lalong sumakit ang puson ko. I managed to turned the aircon off and I immediately lie down on Flora.

"Sorry flora, this might give you a stain." I said and as soon as I said it, fluid starts to gush down my panties.

My stomach suddenly felt at ease but it immediately contracted and gave me more pain.

I can't help but moan and make a silent scream. Fuck dysmenorrhea! I suddenly hate being a woman.

I regretted not buying a pack of pads the last time I went to grocery.

Kaagad akong nagtipa sa aking hawak na phone. I text Antonio and told him to come and buy me some pads.

My muscles keeps on contracting that I nearly forgot that Antonio is a man. It's too late because I already texted him.

Napahawak muli ako sa puson ko nang mas lalong maramdaman ang sakit. Halos mamilipit na ang katawan ko and I don't think I cam go to the bathroom anymore.

I don't know if Antonio will really come with some pads, but I really wish there will be some miracle and he will suddenly barge in with those things.

My phone vibrated.

my maid

Why do you need some pads? Is it the day of the month? Why don't you buy it yourself than ordering me?

If I only can.

my maid

Stop asking questions and just come here.

I texted.

My maid

Please.

Habol ko pa.

Halos mabitawan ko naman ang phone nang mamilipit na naman ang puson ko. Why does my muscles keeps on squeezing? Are you guys fighting? Are the bloods screaming to let them out and you mucles are fighting back?

Just let them out for goodness sake!

Pinilit kong hindi intindihin ang sakit at pumikit ng ilang segundo, baka sakaling mawala ito.

I tried to crawl again to the bathroom slowly. Ramdam na ramdam ko pa rin ang pamimilipit but I tried to not feel weak and stand up.

Nanalambot naman ang tuhod ko at hindi nagtagumpay sa pagtayo. I punched the floor in annoyance. This is the worst dysmenorrhea I've ever had!

I feel the blood gushing down my legs. I I suddenly regretted texting my maid to come here. Paano kung makita niya akong ganito ang lagay!

Pinilit kong gumapang. I won't give her another silly scenario for him to laugh of.