CHAPTER 36

                                    

                                          
Chapter 36







                          
Raphael Pov


                          
"Oh, no!Rap?" I almost groaned when I heard Colt's playful voice at my back. Thank God, I was able to suppress my groan.






                          
"Damn man! Desmond the second ka na ba? Ginagawa mo na ring tahanan ang bar ko, ah!" Natatawa niyang saad at may pa tapik-tapik pa siya sa balikat ko. 




                          
Umupo si Colt sa high chair na katabi ko at nag-utos din ng kanyang inumin. "One black label."




                          
"Why are you even here?" I asked him without looking at his damn face. 




                          
"Tsk! Syempre ako ang may ari kaya binibisita ko lang business ko." 




                          
"I mean, why here, of all your bars?" 






                          
"Coincidence lang."






                          
Binigay ng bartender ang alak ni Colt sa kanya at bahagyang yumuko nang umalis ito. Binaba ko ang mata ko sa basa ko na may alak at konting yelo na unti-unting natutunaw. Dahan-dahan kong inukot-ikot ang basa ko.






                          
"Problem?"




                          
"No." I lied.




                          
Actually, kaninang umaga. Matapos kong maligo at makapagbihis sa bahay ni Ralph ay dumaan ako saglit sa bahay ko na under construction pa. Pagkatapos doon ay pumunta ako sa rental room kung saan nagr-rent ngayon si Dareen. 




                          
And I was so fucking surprised when I saw him laughing with another guy riding on a damn motorcycle. That time, I want to pull my hand gun from my car's compartment and aim it at the guy's head out of jealousy. Yes! I'm fucking jealous! I'm envious of the guy with whom Dareen flashed his smile. Bullshit! I want him to smile only at me. Fuck! It sounds so possitive, but that is what I want. I don't want my baby to smile at the other guy unless it is me. And then suddenly, Desmond's voice sank into my head like a damn broken plaque ringing in my ears. 




                          
"Tsk! Don't call him that unless you have label. Label muna, Rap. L-A-B-E-L. Label." 


                          
"Tsk! Don't call him that unless you have label. Label muna, Rap. L-A-B-E-L. Label."




                          
"Tsk! Don't call him that unless you have label. Label muna, Rap. L-A-B-E-L. Label."




                          
I want Dareen to be happy. I'd rather see him laughing than miserable, lonely, and sad. Yet now that I saw him laughing at someone else and not me, it stings in my heart. It's like my flesh is being carved. My heart feels like being pounded by something. 





                          
I closed my eyes and laid back. Napasabunot ako sa sarili kong buhok at muling tumingin sa direksyon kung saan si Dareen. He wear the helmet and ride on the guy's motorcycle. 




                          
My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I followed them with my eyes. I breath and try to calm my shaking nerves because of too much jealousy. I've never been this possessive. I've never felt this kind of jealousy before. I don't know if it is because I am aging or old. That is why I feel like this. Slowly, I start the engine and follow the rails. 






                          
While I was following them discreetly and from a distance, a fleet of realizations hit my mind. What if Dareen could live without me? What if he could be happy without me? What if he could live his life like he used to before? What if he can find someone new? What if his love for me withers? What if his feelings for me were just temporary emotions?