Hindi din.
I was on my third year in college when first met her. I was out with friends, in an 18years and above bar, but there she was, barely seventeen sipping her tequila like it’s the sweetest. And as different as the way she drinks, she was sure different from all her age.
And shit, I fell for her that night.
Coming from a family that is notoriously conservative, it was a shock to my mom when I first took her for a family dinner especially intended for her introduction to the family.
At the end of the night, it was the way I expected it to be. Mom’s pissed, but she loves me more than any kid she has (that’s because there’s no one else) that she had no choice but to hug me and say, mahal mo eh, may magagwa pa ba ako.
It was not a shock though to my friends, it was more of awe.
She was the girl to have, she was the campus’ most desired boy’s trophy around. Rumors have it that she even slept with half of the men of the Engineering seniors. But that was just a rumor; she didn’t just sleep with half of the men, there were girls too – that I have learned from her.
But despite her colorful life and seemingly outrageous entanglements, it wasn’t her cow girl image that made me madly in love. It was her, entirely her that I was at awe.
Every body else know her as the one night stand queen; I have known her more than just that coat. For below her thick cloak is a meek and genuinely loving young woman. She’s a paradox in every sense of the word.
We dated for about four months; the first was typically shallow, mostly steamy nights. I was never wrong in thinking that more that period I was not just the one she was seeing. But as the days went by, she finally let her defenses down and took me in deeply.
I would never forget when she asked, bakit mo ako mahal?
The I love you because was unending that she just said…
Please don’t hurt me, I think I love you too.
It was almost December and she’s been seeing me exclusively for almost five months already then. After that night, she completely made me see the real she, the sweet love thirst young woman whose capable of loving more than she’s loved.
And the rest of her transformation and my glory days and our happy days together were history.
On our anniversary, she gave me the biggest news I have ever heard.
I’m bearing a child.
I was graduating in a few months time and she’s just turned eighteen – crap!
For a week we’ve been scheming on how to go about it. Run away? Abort? Marriage?
And so us we slowly try to figure it out, the relationship started to shake. As her womb grew bigger, and so is my love for her – and frustration and fear, and all those pain.
We were married right after I graduated, civil and secret.
And on the night of our supposedly honey moon she said she wanted to go home, and she’s sorry but she can’t to it anymore. I thought she was just tired.
But as the sun rose that day, we were heading towards her home, a place that I have never been to. I have met her mom who lives with her new husband but never her father. That day’s going to be the first – I didn’t know it would also be the last.
She said…
Sorry. Masyado kitang mahal to hurt you more. Leave me now with this child’s father,it’s not yours.
Before I was able to ask why, she said…
I carry my father’s child.
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