A Far-fetched Love ✓

AFL 26 ✓

How does a man and a woman face each other after a whole steamy night of pleasure? I really don't know. All I knew was that I'm savagely sore, too sore that up until now I could still feel Kael growing big inside me. Didn't know if it was an exaggeration or if it really was a normal state to have as a devirginized woman after nineteen long years. 

Dapat ba ipagtimpla ko siya ng kape, tapos sasabihin kong thanks for last night, t'was a great sex? Would I not sound like an experienced one for commending his performance as great when I didn't have any prior sexual intercourse to compare his execution with? Should I instead roll to his side and paste a chaste kiss on his lips before saying are you up for a morning sex? But I think that would be too much for my soreness to take and an excessive shatter to my broken purity. 

Other than my what-to-do-after-sex thoughts, been thinking as well about the probable reaction of my grandmother. She must be trying real hard to break her own grave last night just to knock some sense of chastity in me. She'd probably loathe me for my misdeed, but would improbably disown me. Whereas, if I were to tell this to Kai, an instant celebration would surely be held and all the neighborhoods would be invited. Magpapa-party talaga 'yong gagang 'yon. 

I was too preoccupied with my own thoughts when I realized that there was no weight on my side. I turned around to look on my right and saw no one. No traces of the man I thought I would see beside me. No Kael. I checked the time, it was eighteen minutes past eleven in the morning. Monday. He probably went to work, so should I. But I guess with my tired body, I couldn't 

With all my might, beneath the soreness of my lower part, I pushed to my feet after dressing up and went to search for Kael. I doubt that he left me for work without waking me up, especially after what happened to us last night. 

But I already searched every corner of his pad, yet I didn't happen to see him. Didn't either receive any messages or calls from him. Neither did he leave me a note telling me he'd be gone for work or for a quick errand and would be back soon. 

The feeling of his absence after taking the best part of me as a woman made my eyes sting with regret. My knees wobbled at the thought of a one night pleasure causing me to carelessly slump myself on the cold marble floor. 

Hope this was just an exaggeration, but the thought of being left again laid all the cards of actuality on my desk. Maybe my professor way back in my learning years was right when he marked my Anamnesis with manifestations of abandonment issues. 

Was last night just a call for earthly things? The sugary lines he uttered, were those a mere effect of a gratified need? Parang ako lang ba? Just a product of my parents' illicit amour? A trash that they would throw 'cause they thought I'm disposable? Gano'n na naman? 

"Why am I so good at catching bad people?" I sobbed.

Then I felt a weight of stare at my countenance. I slowly raised my head, there I saw the man I've been looking for in his casual clothes, holding paper bags of KFC in both of his hands. The sight of him made me cry even more, so I just buried my face on my folded knees, for him not to see my face soaking with tears. 

"Shimon...." he whispered as he pulled me for a hug. "What's wrong?"

"Akala ko....akala ko...iniwan...mo na rin...ako...." I cried, returning his hug. 

"You're unbelievable. What do you think of me? A mere pleasure giver that would leave upon climbing his climax and leaving you breathless after a night of touching?" 

"Sorry...na...natakot...lang...ako...akala ko...akala ko...gano'n ka...rin...kina mama....gano'n...kasi...lahat..."

"I'm good at catching bad people, too, Shimon....But I'm best at catching you...." He slowly untangled his arms around me, only for him to dry my face with his bare hands. "So don't ever think about me leaving you, 'cause that's more impossible than straightening my gender. Do you understand?"

I simply nodded my head in response, for uttering a word was impossible 'cause I've been weeping hard. That reassurance was all I needed to calm, though I wasn't sure if he's naturally good at sorting the right words to throw at me or I was just frail hearted to get swayed. 

"Then let's seal that with this...." He leaned closer to capture my lips and I eagerly kissed him back. 

Unlike last night, the kiss we had wasn't hungry and open-mouthed, it was one brief yet resoundingly creative kiss. T'was a kiss worth making my chest pound, my mind to process the finalization of my feelings that I'm in love with him, and my lips to bridge him with his significance in my life. 

"Hush now..." he whispered after moving approximately half an inch away from my lips that I could still feel its movement on mine as he spoke those words. "Didn't I tell you not to cry?" 

"Sorry...." I sobbed as I wiped my tears off. 

We stayed slumping on the floor for minutes until I was sober. So I took the stage to do the first move and stood after gaining back my somewhat normal state. He did the same after taking the paper bags of KFC. Nagtaka tuloy ako bigla kung bakit hindi na lang siya nagpa-deliver, knowing him who's a topnotcher for being lazy. But with my slightly dented state right now, I didn't mind asking him why, I just walked my way to the kitchen. 

Our breakfast went eerily quiet, that until we've finished our meals, none of us spoke a word. We were neither on bad terms, nor did I ask for a noise free breakfast with him. Maybe it was just us, wanting to savor the taste of our meal. Not until he dragged himself from his chair that was just right next to mine, neither of my assumptions were right.

Never was I a believer of the exaggerations in the movie wherein the female lead would see the world in slow motion at the sight of the male lead. So I thought when everything around me started moving at a leisurely pace when Kael unexpectedly dropped on his knees, I was just in a movie or I was just pipe dreaming. 

But when I felt the touch of his cold hands on my left, I knew it wasn't a movie, nor was it a fragment of fantasy. It was real. Which became more real when he mouthed words that jarred me with both melancholy and euphoria.

"Shimon, all my life I was regarded by my father with disgust for my homosexuality. He must've told you the opposite, but execrate is a strong word that's strongly perfect to describe how much he abhorred me for being like this. Never did I have the chance to uncloset the real me, neither to love and to be loved by a man freely. 

Every strand of my homosexuality is suppressed for I was deprived with everything, the way I should move, speak, and even feel. 

When Mattias left me and when mom died a year ago, I got no one to hold and I came to a point when I tried to end my life. Then a year passed by, you came just right in time, to pull me from the verge of all my misfortunes. 

You were worthy to entice my mind and heart of the whole, you, Shimon. Been searching for the reason why a homosexual man like me is so into a woman that you are. All along, I thought this contract was the worst my father could ever do, but it was rather the best thing he ever did for me, because I found an answer to why am I feeling this strange feeling that I never felt for a woman. 

So now, here I am, kneeling for an answer to a question which only you could answer." He took a small black velveted box from his pocket and opened it, unveiling a luxurious diamond ring. "I know this is where this contract would end, but still...I'd like to ask....will you....allow me to be.... the lifetime lover.....of your seemingly perfectly imperfect existence.....Shimon Fontiel Vasquez?" 

"I...I...s-still have a....a lot...t-to do in life, Kael-"

"I know....and I can wait....I just....want to mark you....mine.....so please....—"

"Y-yes......"