[MUS3] Love In A Mess (PUBLISHED UNDER IMMAC PPH)

EPILOGUE

Thank you for reading Mafia Series 3: Love In Amess. See you on Mafia Series 4: The Bachelor's Desires. Mahal ko kayo!
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Epilogue

My mother dragged me to come with them to this little church on the outskirts of the city where we lived. I still have a lot of things that need tending rather than tagging with them. Plus, I still have a hangover from last night's escapade. But here I am.

I reached for my nape and massaged it as I followed my mom and dad inside the church. The parish priest greeted them. It looks like my parents always went to this church to the point that the priest knew them.

Hindi pa nagsisimula ang misa at inaantok ako, kaya naman ay lumabas ako ng simbahan. Naghanap ako ng lugar kung saan ako pwedeng  umidlip. Talagang hinihila ng kaantukan ang takip-mata ko.

Nang makakita ako ng isang puno sa likod ng simbahan ay agad akong lumapit doon para dun maka-idlip. Malinis naman ang lugar at may bermuda kaya naman humiga na ako doon sa ilalim ng puno. Hindi naman siya mainit dahil sa yabong ng dahon ng punong kahoy.

Ginawa kong unan ang isang kamay ko samantalang ang isa naman ay tinakip ko sa mata ko. Napabuga ako ng maluwag na hininga dahil sa tahimik na paligid at sa presko ng hangin.

Ilang minuto lang akong naka-idlip nang may biglang bumagsak sa tiyan ko dahilan para mapaungol ako sa impact noon sa tiyan ko.

"Huhuhu! Ahhw!" ang munting tinig ng isang bata.

Inis akong napaungol doon. Tàngina! Disturbo! Sarap na sarap na ako dito sa tulog ko, e. Pùta! Sino ba ito!?

Huminga muna ako nang malalim bago kinusot ang mata kong inaantok at binuka ang mga ito. Sa una ay nanlalabo pa ang paningin ko at tanging ang bulto lang ng bata ang naaninag ko na kumukusot sa mata niya at mahinang napapaiyak! Tàngina!

Nang makabawi ang mata ko sa silaw at panlalabo ay doon ko malinaw na nakita ang bata sa tabi ko.

He was so fùcking small. I don't know how old he is, maybe five or six? I don't give a fùck! All I knew was that he had disturbed me in my serene sleep. The kid was pale and even looked like a girl. If not for his short hair, I would have mistaken him for a little girl. Though he was pale, there was a faint color of pink on his not-so-chubby jowls. He had nice and catchy eyes, perfect thick eye lashes, and eyebrows, and his nose was fucking small but pointed. 

"Hey!" He jumped when I called him. 

He clumsily wiped his little tears. He turned his head on me and found his nose turning red. He was rubbing them. 

I don't know what's gottin' on to me, but I lifted my hands and reached for his hand that he used for scratching his nose.  

"What's wrong?"

"Po?"

Natulak ko ang maliit at magaan niyang kamay niya nang marinig ko ang boses niya at parang may pumatid sa puso ko! Jesus! What the fùck was that? Was this kid cursing me? The fùck!

He pouted his... fùcking lips!

"Why the hèck are you crying?" inis kong tanong dito. The hèll was wrong with him? Siya nga itong dinisturbo ang tulog ko tapos siya pa ang maluluha! Alam kong walanghiya ako minsan pero hindi ako nang-aabuso ng bata!