cheat, v.
A sob woke me up in the middle of the night. I crawled out of my bed and wandered inside the room next to mine. I knew it was her.
"Bakit?" I asked. T'was the 3rd? 4th time? I caught her crying.
"Kuya," she sobbed.
When I was a kid, I saw my big sister crying in the middle of the night, too. I asked her why and she answered, "Because I'm inlove," she paused and smiled, tears still running down on her cheeks. "And hurt." she added.
Funny that I even suggested her to consult a doctor. The following morning she announced her break-up with her boyfriend.
Cheat. T'was the only one word that answered my parent's questions and shut them up.
I couldn't believe that it's happening again. I felt this weird mix of anger and disappointment welling up inside of me. Surely because I was mad to those douches and disappointed to my sisters. Why do they have to cry para sa mga walang kwentang tao na niloko at binaliwala lang sila? Why do they have to be that stupid?!
But later that day, I realized one thing. I was angry and disappointed not to them, but to myself. Because somehow, though not intended, I broke hearts.
And karma is a bitch. It strikes not me but my precious ones.
