How to Break a Heart (To be published by LIB)

Thirty-Six

Kasi kinukulit ako ni Ms. Tyne Molino na mag update. Ayan.

Arron

“Stop sulking like a girl, dude.” Harold clapped my back as I drank the remains of liquor in the glass. They’re not the boss of me, kaya bakit ko naman sila susundin?

I've been a drunk mess for days. Wala na kasi akong ibang matakbuhan sa mga problema ko kundi ang alak. It's a one effective way to completely forget. When you're drunk, you'd be too wasted shitless to care. You’d be feeling too much pain from the hung over to even remember the reason why you're in misery.

“You should really get yourself together and quit making the club's manager from calling us to fetch you, you idiot.” hindi ko sigurado kung si Vin o Kim ang nagsabi noon dahil naghahalo na ang mga naririnig ko.

I allowed the noise to occupy my mind.  Gusto ko ng maiingay na lugar dahil doon ako nahihirapan mag-isip. I welcome every distraction out there para lang hindi siya maisip. But she's very persistent. My kitten.

Lihim na lang akong napangisi nang bigla ko siyang naalala. Agad nasundan ang ngisi ko nang pagkirot ng puso ko. Fuck.

“Hindi ko alam kung bakit paulit-ulit niyong sinasabi yan sa bawat oras na susunduin natin si Arron. Hindi naman siya nakikinig. He's too depressed to care.

” I was drunk, I know it. Pero alam ko rin na si Trent ang nagsalita. He's usually the laid back one and even at serious matters ay nakukuha pa rin niyang tumawa.

“Just leave me alone.” iniangat ko ulit ang baso pero mabilis na inagaw iyon ni–hindi ko na sigurado kung sino.

“Quit drinking, Arron. This is not healthy.”'

“What the hell!!” tumayo ako but I only stumbled kaya napabalik ako sa pagkakaupo. “Mga gago ba kayo? Ibalik niyo sa akin yung baso kung ayaw niyong masuntok.” hindi ko sigurado kung nasabi ko iyon ng maayos dahil parang nilalamon ko ang bawat salita na lumalabas mula sa bibig ko.

“I need… that drink.” for some reason, I had a hard time saying this. Anytime ay baka tumumba na ako sa kalasingan.

“I need my kitten.” biglang sumama ang pakiramdam ko. Bumigat ang dibdib ko at parang nabaliwala ang pag-inom na ginawa ko nang nabanggit ko siya ulit.

“Come on, Arron. You’re being pathetic.” and he was right. Whoever he is. I am being pathetic. I am drunk and sad. It’s not really an ideal combination.

“Let’s go home.”

“Will she be there?” tanong ko at tinawanan lang nila ako.

“God, I’d love to record this moment but I love my life.” says the funny one with a weird voice.