Loving the Rejection (Psychology Series #2)

CHAPTER 37

"Wait, what? so you and Rylen are now okay?" Chanel furrowed. "But not together? I don't get it, what's the real score?"

I took a deep breath. How can I answer that question? I don't even the answer. I reached for another drink, nasa condo kami ngayon ni Abia. She looks busy reading a book but I can tell that she's listening.

"Hindi pa naman napag-uusapan 'yon," yon na lang ang sagot ko sa kanila. "Tylon is our priority right now, hindi naman na bubuksan yang topic saka okay naman kami, lagi naman siyang nasa apartment."

He visits his son every day, and now, he's with Tylon. I told him that I'm at Abia's condo, hindi na siya nag-reply after I messaged him. I'm sure naglalaro o nanonood na naman sila ngayon.

"Well, if your son is your priority it means you want the best for him, and I know you want to give him a complete family. You should talk to Rylen," Abia said, without looking at me.

"Oh, you're talking like a mother, Abia. Nagbago na ba ang pangarap mo?" Chanel teased her, she even punched Abia's shoulder to get her attention.

"Ano ba!" Abia reached for Chanel's hair. "Nagbabasa  'yung tao, you're so insensitive, hindi ka naman ganyan noong college tayo! Saka hindi pa rin nagbabago ang pangarap ko. I don't want to be a mother."

Chanel just lauged at her. I was shaking my head, we're just annoying Abia but we understand her reason why she doesn't want to have kids or to get married. I respect her decision, I just love teasing her.

"East is single," Chanel said, drinking her juice. "You're single—"

"Wala akong paki, Chanel. Wala akong paki, okay? kahit buong buhay pa siyang maging single," she rolled her eyes.

Chanel is having a good time annoying our bestfriend. Minsan na lang din kaming magkitang tatlo. Abia is working, while Chanel has her own Cosmetic Company and a Model Agency. She loves to travel and spend her money, well, we don't care. It's her money.

"Huwag mo nang inisin 'yan, mainit ulo ganyan talaga kapag natutuyo na," I joked, looking at Abia.

She closed the book she's reading. "Wow ha? hiyang-hiya naman ako sa 4 years mo, bakit ikaw ba hindi tuyo?!"

I looked at her with wide eyes. "Gago ka, ah. Nagbibiro lang bakit nanrerealtalk ka, at least naranasan ko, ikaw ba?!"

I looked annoyed. She didn't say thing, nagbasa na lang ulit siya at mag-isa lang naka-upo sa couch habang umiinom. Of course, tatahimik siya, hindi naman siya makaka-relate.

Almost 4 hours kaming nasa condo niya until Chanel offered me a ride, hinatid niya ako sa apartment. I'm not drunk or tipsy, I'm still okay. Binuksan ko ang maliit na gate at naglakad na papunta sa pinto.

I knocked and the door opened. I saw Rylen standing in front of me, raising his eyebrow as if I did something wrong. Wala ang anak ko sa likod, baka nasa kwarto na.

"Hey," I swallowed hard. "You're..still here?"

"Yes," he answered. "Are you drunk or just tispy? tumawag ako sayo kanina pero hindi ka sumagot, our son is now sleeping."

I also raised an eyebrow. I already told him my location saka I'm not drunk, just sleepy. I'm so sleeping, I wanted to rest!

"I'm okay," sabi ko at pumasok na, binaba ko ang bag sa upuan. "Why are you still here? you can go now, thank you for today."

He looked at me. "Why are you so formal? I'm your husband. You're talking like I'm just your neighbor, Brey," now, he looked pissed off. Bakit ba? sino ba 'to? nanlalabo na ang paningin ko!