A Far-fetched Love ✓

AFL 22 ✓

I consumed my whole day at work feeling so ashamed after that sort of a confession last night.

"What if I do like you? Would that paint a change to your homosexuality? Hindi 'di ba? So consider that roundabout confession as nothing. Lilipas din 'to."

I told him last night. I didn't really mean any of it, I just simply needed to fend for the shame of indirectly confessing to him.

But I didn't know he'd take my remark offensive that he stormed his way to his room and locked himself all throughout the night.

Had I known also, that that would be the result of me dishing such an attitude towards him, I shouldn't have said those, then I shouldn't have been this embarrassed and I wouldn't be this drunk.

"Hindi ka ba nakatulog nang maayos?" I asked him when I noticed how groggy he looked when he sat on the chair in front of me. Tossing a glance at me neither coursing me with a dry line like no, were never entertained by him. "Gusto mo ba ng gamot?" dagdag ko pa, pero para lang akong nakikipag-usap sa kawalan.

Tumayo na lang ako, dumerecho sa medicine cabinet at kumuha ng gamot para sa kanya.

Saktong paglapag ko ng gamot sa harapan niya, dinampot niya 'to at tumingin sa akin. Coldness painted his face, that my concern for him receded upon seeing it.

"Did I ask you for this?" he asked.

Umiling ako. "Hindi, pero baka gusto-"

And the last drop of my patience departed when he threw the medicine on the floor.

"I didn't ask for any medicine." He resumed eating like he didn't do anything disrespectful.

"Is this about last night?" I asked. Binagsak ko ang kutsara't tinidor ko sa plato at tinignan siya. "'Cause if this is about last night, we can talk that out. So don't give me that kind of treatment and get off that fucking high horse of yours 'cause that's unreasonable and childish."

"More unreasonable and childish than you, not choosing to reach out on me right after our conversation last night?" He smirked, annoyingly. "You had all the time in hand to settle things out with me, yet you preferred letting me walk out and lock myself in my damn room." He stood from his seat and placed his both hands on the table before leaning closer to me. "Now you tell me, Shimon, who's more illogical and puerile between the two of us? Me, who's talking turkey, or you, who's talking through your hat?"

I honestly ran out of defense when he asked me those, that the only resort I could lean on was to give in and offer my apologies. "Sorry," I said as I pushed to my feet. Alangan namang sabihin ko 'yong dahilan kung bakit ako gano'n kagabi, sobra-sobrang kahihiyan naman na 'yon.

"There you go again," he said out loud, causing me to stop in my tracks and look at him. "We're not done talking yet, go back to your seat."

"I'll be late for my work," I said.

"And I won't be late for mine?" he said in a mocking way. The smirk on his lips added more sarcasm. "Maupo ka rito sa harapan ko, mag-usap tayo."

"I don't have anything more to say-"

"Well I have and you should give a damn about it. So come here, right now. Don't wait till I lose my temper." His eyes were fixed on me, as if waiting for me to move, so I did, and sat on the chair in front of him.

He began tapping his fingers on the table while comfortably reclining his back on his chair. "Speak up," he said.

Kumunot ang noo ko at binigyan siya ng nagtatakang tingin. "Ano pa'ng sasabihin ko?" Bakas sa boses ko ang iritasyon at ramdam ko rin ang pagsasalubong ng mga kilay ko. "Nag-sorry na ko, 'di ba? What else do you-"