Pinagtitinginan ako ng mga tao dahil sa bitbit kong pink na gitara. Takaw pansin naman talaga dahil kakaiba ang kulay neto, babaeng babae but it's cute.
"Kuya? San ba tayo pupunta?" tanong ng kapatid ko. He's just 5 years old.
"We're going to visit my Wife." Bigla siyang nagtatalon sa tuwa. I pat his head.
Sumakay kami ng Tricycle. Hindi naman kalayuan ang pupuntahan namin. Ilang blocks lang ang layo niya sa bahay namin. Pagbaba ng tricycle bumili pa kami ng bulaklak sa kanto. Pagkatapos nun ay naglakad na kami palooban.
"Kuya bat dito tayo pumunta?" takang
tanong ni Marvin.
Imbis na sagutin siya ay umupo ako. Inayos ang gitara at nagsimulang tumugtog at kumanta ng paborito niyang awitin.
"I'ts amazing how you could speak right to My Heart... Without saying a word, You can light up the dark...." niyakap ako ni Marvin at pinunasan ang mga luhang di ko napigilang tumulo. Mas lalo ko tuloy naramdaman ang pangungulila ko. Mas lalo akong nalungkot.
"Is it ate Grace grave?" I smile bitterly.
"Yes..." Ibinaba ko ang gitara niya. Ang Gitara ni Grace. Tumingala ako ganun din si Marvin.
"She's with Papa God now... I think she's not hurt anymore kuya." He tap my shoulder. Kilalang kilala ni Marvin si Grace.Before, we usually visit Grace in the hospital. I did'nt expect he would understand this easily.
Grace is one of my friend, our band member. Lead vocalist to be exact. I'm not her Real Husband but her bestfriend. I wished I could confess before she died.
She's been diagnose with a terminal cancer after giving birth to his only child. She's fighting it for 5 years.
"You're a grown up man now." I hugged him tightly. He's a tough man like his mother.
I look at the skies again. I will keep your secret Grace. I promise, I will take care of your child.
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