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One night after ng inuman, kami na lang ulit dalawa. I drove him home. Nothing good played on the radio so he turned it off and demanded that I talk to him. I, the sober driver, obliged to my childish passenger. "Anong sasabihin ko? Pengeng topic." https://twitter.com/supernegatrona/status/1310948945770709000">https://twitter.com/supernega...
He grabbed my jacket from the backseat. "Magddrive ka pa niyan pauwi? Saan nga ba?"
"Oo. Las Piñas." I laughed. "Di ka pa ba napapagod?" I sensed something different. It was me driving everyday LP-Makati-LP he& #39;s asking about, right? Or...
"Oo. Las Piñas." I laughed. "Di ka pa ba napapagod?" I sensed something different. It was me driving everyday LP-Makati-LP he& #39;s asking about, right? Or...
"Ha? Hindi. Sanay naman ako magdrive." I laughed again. But... something& #39;s off with his tone when he asked me that. Whatever. It& #39;s just alcohol.
"Nakuha ko na visa ko."
"Sure na? So kelan na alis mo?"
"Hindi pa. Practice lang. Malulungkot ka ba?"
"Uhm, hindi?"
"Nakuha ko na visa ko."
"Sure na? So kelan na alis mo?"
"Hindi pa. Practice lang. Malulungkot ka ba?"
"Uhm, hindi?"
He rolled my jacket and hugged it momentarily then placed it behind his head and rested on it. The traffic light turned red and it gave me a chance to look at him. His eyes were sad and confused.
I looked away. Green light. We& #39;re near his place.
"Ayoko pa umuwi."
"Oh, eh anong gagawin natin?"
"Malay ko."
"Sige, ikot ko na lang muna somewhere."
I just drove mindlessly until I decided to stop in front of his place.
"Ayoko pa umuwi."
"Oh, eh anong gagawin natin?"
"Malay ko."
"Sige, ikot ko na lang muna somewhere."
I just drove mindlessly until I decided to stop in front of his place.
Di pa siya bumaba agad. We were just silent. Then tinapon niya sa akin yung jacket ko playfully and we laughed again. But his eyes looked hurt. Bumaba na siya and I drove home.
I turned on the radio and didn& #39;t give a shit. I was crying. I lied because I didn& #39;t want him to know how much I hate the fact that there& #39;s not much time left for us. I did not want any label. We& #39;re just friends. I just... wanted more time. Fuck no, I don& #39;t love him.
As the days went by, his visa was released, and I got more frustrated. But I couldn& #39;t be that selfish friend. It& #39;s his dream. I will never let myself be a hindrance in any fucking way.
And then one night... we were walking together... he just blurted out... "Mas madali sanang iwan ang Pilipinas kung galit ka sa akin. Pero ayaw kong magalit ka sa akin."
I just stood there, struck by his words, staring at his back as he walked away.
I just stood there, struck by his words, staring at his back as he walked away.
He left. But we still talk, thanks for the internet. No. I don& #39;t love him. I really don& #39;t. Or perhaps I did but it& #39;s not the same anymore. I have settled to be his trusted friend. And that& #39;s enough for me.
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