NAPATITIG ako kay Clarke na natutulog sa aking tabi. His free hand embracing my baby bump. Nakikiliti ako sa bawat paghinga niya na tumatama sa aking pisngi. I could still smell his aftershave, payapa ngunit tila pagod ang mukha nito na halos nakadikit na sa mukha ko. Dahan-dahan kong itinaas ang aking kamay, touching his beard na bagong ahit.
I heard his phone vibrating, hindi ko ugaling mangi-alam ng gamit niya but curiosity push me to do so, I reach his phone. I calm myself as I saw who's calling him. I didn't cancel nor end the call, hinayaan ko lang at muling ibinalik sa mesa.
What am I to you, Clarke? Why's it so painful to love you? I could feel my babies moving. Ibinaba ko ang kamay ko, pero napatigil ako nang gumalaw ang kamay ni Clarke, perhaps, he feels it too.
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