Fit Her Shoe [Gottfred & Lorin]

Wakas

Wakas
Gottfred Damien Figuerroa III

“We are very sorry to break your heart, ladies...”

I turned the television off and tossed the remote control on the couch hearing the breaking news.

Son of a bitch.

How the fuck they knew about this so soon? It hadn’t been days since I broke about the marriage to Loris.

I sank my head on my palms and frustratedly ran my fingers on my scalp, almost pulling my hair. But on the other hand, I should be celebrating. With the news of my marriage being broadcasted on national television, siguradong napanuod na rin ito noong mga taong pakay ko. I would be hitting two birds with one stone because not only would I gain that engineer’s trust, but I would also be breaking that woman’s heart. By then, I would finally have my revenge.

Revenge, as they would say, a dish better served cold.

But, goddamn it! Was this really what I wanted? To marry a woman I did not like? To hurt the woman I truly loved?

But I had to!

While having internal battles with myself, my phone rang. I groaned low and rolled my eyes upon seeing Sage’s name on the screen. I hesitated to pick up the call, knowing this asshole. Alam kong kung anu-ano na naman ang sasabihin niya sa akin.

And I wasn’t wrong on that part.

“Bro, what the fuck? Was the news true? Itutuloy mo talaga? Si Loris? You must be kidding me! What about the sanctity of marriage, huh? Akala ko ba ay ayaw mong matulad sa mga magulang mo?” he said like a whiny bitch that he was.

“Shut up, Sage! Your self-righteous talk is getting on my nerves! We are both idiots anyway!” I snapped at him in frustration, resisting the urge to hurl my phone against the nearest wall.

“Gago! Aminado naman akong hindi nagseseryoso, pero hindi ako ‘yong tipong magpapakasal sa hindi ko naman mahal,” depensa niya. “We both know who you really like. Tangina mong hayop ka! Si Lorin ang gusto mo, hindi ba? Kung ayaw mong magsisi sa huli ay huwag mo na itong ituloy pa!”

My jaw moved with hate as I ended the call. And just like what I did to the remote control, isinunod kong ihagis ‘yong cellphone ko sa couch.

Fucker.

Muli akong napahilamos sa mukha. Feeling frustrated, I slouched against the couch and let my head fell backward, gazing at the dull, black ceiling of my desolate condo unit.