Under The Orange Sky
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Ongoing, First published Dec 07, 2021
Kabit. Third party. Home wrecker. 

In every story, there will always another woman who will enter in a relationship just only for two. They're the typical third party - the mistress who will ruin a relationship. Mostly, they're in the form of a woman. 

It so rare to encounter such things for opposite gender, but there are cases that exist. And I think I was one of them. I'm becoming that kind of man. 

"I can endure everything, Red. I can be your lover, your paramour, your little dark secret. I can be anything just to say with you. Kahit kaunting o-oras mo lang sa'kin, tatanggapin ko. Ayos na sa'kin pero h-hindi ko kayang mawala ka sa'kin. Tangina, payag akong maging kabit mo basta huwag mo 'kong iwan." 

Tangina, kaya kong maging kabit niya. To think that I could endure being such a third party for her never crossed my mind, but to hell with that. I am desperate. If this is my karma, then I can accept everything. Ipagsisiksikan ko yung sarili ko sa buhay niya kahit bawal, kahit mali. If this is the only way I can be with her, then I can settle for this. 

Kaya kong maging kabit para sa kaniya.
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