NSFWPutangina, hindi ko talaga alam kung paano ko sisimulan 'to. HAHAHA.
Some time ago, after the lockdown, tinawagan ako ng pamangkin ko at sinabi niyang pwede raw akong tumuloy sa bahay nila sa Manila for a couple of weeks. May inaasikaso kasi akong mga papeles para makapag-abroad ulit.
Nalaglag kasi nang malala yung negosyo ko sa probinsya dahil sa pandemic. Literal na pinatay kami ng lockdown. Kaya kailangan kong bumalik abroad para makapagtrabaho ulit. Sakto lang din pera ko noon, kaya malaking bagay na may matutuluyan ako habang inaayos ko yung requirements.
Sabi ng pamangkin ko, okay lang daw sa bahay nila.
Hindi ko alam na may malaking sikreto pala akong papasukin. HAHAHA.
Old-****** akong tao. Single dad, OFW, sanay sa trabaho at sanay sa buhay na hindi masyadong maraming drama. Nasa 50s na ako pero, sabi naman ng mga tao, hindi raw halata. Siguro dahil sanay ako sa physical work at hindi ako nagpapabaya sa katawan.
Anyway, dumating ako sa bahay nila.
Ang bahay ay lumang two-bedroom house somewhere in Manila. Dating bahay ng parents ng ex niya. May garage din. Yung parents niya at kapatid niya nasa abroad na bago pa mag-COVID.
Akala ko simpleng stay lang.
Two weeks.
Aayusin ko papers.
Then aalis ako.
Simple.
Pero syempre, putangina, walang naging simple.
Nung una, napansin ko agad si Clara.
Let's call her Valerie
Trainer siya sa BPO, nasa 30s na rin, maliit—around 4'10 yata. Cute. Hindi mo iisipin na nasa 30s na dahil sa height niya. HAHAHA. Pero hindi naman siya yung tipong nag-e-effort magpa-cute. Natural lang.
Ang alam ko noon, sila pa rin ng pamangkin ko.
At least, yun ang akala ko.
Hindi ko alam na matagal na pala silang hiwalay.
I was completely clueless.
Ang weird nga minsan dahil parang may something off sa kanila. Magkasama sa bahay pero parang hindi naman mag-asawa. Walang sweetness, walang lambingan, walang kahit anong intimacy.
Pero dahil old-****** ako, hindi ako nagtatanong ng personal na bagay.
Hindi ko naman business yun.
Ang sabi lang sa akin, mag-stay ako doon habang inaayos ko yung papers ko.
So I did.
At first, two weeks talaga ang plano.
Pero na-delay yung paperwork.
Then may ibang requirements.
May kailangang hintayin.
May processing.
Hanggang sa naging more than a month.
Sabi ko nga, nakakahiya na yata.
Pero si Clara, okay lang daw.
Hindi rin naman ako yung tipo ng bisita na nakahiga lang buong araw.
Kung may makikita akong kailangang ayusin, inaayos ko.
May kalat? Lilinisin ko.
May kailangang lutuin? Ako na.
May sira? Titingnan ko.
Yung bubong at kisame nila, may mga kailangan ayusin. So pinakialaman ko rin.
Hindi naman ako humihingi ng bayad.
Nakikitira ako, eh.
At least may maitulong man lang ako.
Eventually, tinuturuan ko rin si Clara mag-drive kapag day off niya at available yung kotse.
Kotse niya technically, pero madalas ginagamit ng pamangkin ko.
Doon kami naging mas comfortable sa isa't isa.
Hindi naman agad.
Unti-unti lang.
Madalas night shift si Clara.
Around 6 AM, umuuwi na siya.
Ako naman morning person.
So kapag dumating siya, ako yung madalas niyang naaabutan.
Nasa labas ako, nagwawalis, nagdidilig, nag-aayos ng kung ano.
Minsan nakikita ko siyang bagong uwi, pagod na pagod.
And I never thought anything of it.
Until one day...
Well.
Putangina.
Let's just say may mga bagay akong napansin na hindi ko naman dapat napapansin. HAHAHA.
Minsan naglilinis ako ng bahay na naka-boxer lang. Mainit kasi, at konti lang dala kong damit.
At ilang beses kong nahuli si Clara na napapatingin.
Hindi yung normal na tingin.
Yung mabilis na tingin tapos kunwari walang nangyari.
At syempre, lalaki rin ako.
Napapansin ko.
Pero hindi ko pinansin.
I thought maybe imagination ko lang.
Besides, pamangkin ko yung partner niya.
So automatic, boundary.
Hard boundary.
Kahit gaano pa siya ka-cute.
Then one evening, wala yung pamangkin ko.
Out of town siya for a couple of days.
Kami lang ni Clara sa bahay.
I had no idea what she was doing in her room.
I was in mine.
Eventually, nakatulog ako.
Or at least akala ko nakatulog ako.
Because apparently, Clara had other plans.
I didn't know any of it at the time.
I only found out much later.
Apparently, may maliit na butas sa wall between our rooms. Ginawa raw noon para sa ethernet cable.
At some point, Clara discovered it.
And apparently...
She was watching me.
Putangina.
Imagine finding that out later. HAHAHA.
I had absolutely no fucking idea.
The next thing I knew, she started acting differently around me.
Mas malandi.
Mas confident.
Mas madalas naka-shorts.
Sometimes very short.
Sometimes crop top.
Sometimes walang bra.
At first, I tried to convince myself na wala lang.
Pero mahirap ding magbulag-bulagan.
I started catching her looking at me.
And sometimes, when I looked back, hindi na siya umiwas.
That was when I started getting suspicious.
One thing about me: hindi ako *****.
I could tell when someone was deliberately trying to get my attention.
And Clara?
She was definitely trying.
There was one thing she started doing that really confused me.
My room was beside hers.
Whenever it was dinner time, I'd knock on her door.
"Clara, kain na."
Sometimes she'd answer immediately.
Sometimes she'd take a while.
There were occasions when the door was unlocked.
I'd knock.
No answer.
I'd knock again.
"Clara?"
And then I'd wait.
Later she admitted she was deliberately pretending to be asleep.
Putangina. HAHAHA.
Apparently she wanted me to see her.
At the time, I didn't know what the hell she was doing.
I just thought, "Ano ba tong batang 'to?"
Eventually, she started buying lingerie and yoga pants.
I noticed.
Of course I noticed.
But again, I tried to keep my mouth shut.
Because I knew exactly who she was.
And I knew exactly who her boyfriend—or at least the person I thought was her boyfriend—was.
So I kept my distance.
Until one night.
That night changed everything.
Clara came home from a friend's birthday.
She was tipsy.
Still looked fucking good, though.
She was wearing this really tight dress.
When she walked inside, I greeted her.
She looked at me and smiled.
And for some reason, I said:
"Ang sexy mo naman, iha."
The moment the words came out of my mouth, I immediately thought:
Putangina, bakit ko sinabi 'yon?
Hindi ko naman siya normally kino-compliment like that.
She just smiled.
"Thanks."
And she looked happy.
That should've been the end of it.
It wasn't.
After she took a shower, she told me she wasn't going to eat breakfast because she was still full and still a little drunk.
Then she went to her room.
I eventually went into mine.
I was getting ready to shower.
And that's when everything went to hell.
I had no idea she was watching me.
I had no idea about that damn hole in the wall.
I had no idea she could see inside my room.
And I definitely had no idea she had left something behind.
Something that belonged to her.
When I saw it, I knew.
She was deliberately leaving things around.
At that point, I finally understood.
This wasn't accidental anymore.
She was testing me.
And I was trying very hard not to react.
Until I heard a knock on my door.
I grabbed my towel and opened it slightly.
"Saglit, nagbibihis lang."
Then I opened the door.
And there she was.
Clara.
Completely naked.
I froze.
Literal na nag-blue screen utak ko.
My first thought was:
What the fuck?
"Sandali, Clara?!"
I genuinely thought she had lost her mind.
She slowly pushed the door open.
I backed up.
"Paano si _____?"
I was nervous.
Confused.
Trying to understand what the hell was happening.
Then she looked directly at me.
And she said:
"Kantutin mo ko, Tito Jay. Please."
Putangina.
I swear my brain stopped working.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
This was my nephew's girlfriend—or so I thought.
The girl who had been living in the same house with me.
The girl I'd been trying to treat like family.
And now she's standing naked in front of me asking me to fuck her.
I should have closed the door.
I should have told her to go back to her room.
I should have done a million other things.
But I didn't.
She came closer.
And whatever little self-control I had left went straight out the fucking window.
What happened next is something I still can't believe happened.
We crossed that line.
And once we did, there was no pretending anymore.
We ended up together on the couch.
Everything that had been building between us for weeks finally exploded.
Afterward, we just sat there.
Quiet.
Both of us processing what the fuck we'd just done.
Then I apologized.
I told her this shouldn't have happened.
I blamed myself.
Because I was older.
I knew better.
I knew exactly how complicated the situation was.
But Clara had something else to tell me.
Something I didn't know.
She told me the truth.
She and my nephew had already broken up months ago.
They weren't together.
They were only living under the same roof because of some fucking car loan arrangement.
And apparently, the reason nobody told me was because my nephew didn't want me to know he had cheated on her.
I just stared at her.
"Wait... what?"
She explained everything.
And suddenly every weird thing I'd noticed made sense.
The distance.
The awkwardness.
The lack of intimacy.
The strange schedules.
Everything.
I couldn't wrap my head around it.
So Clara called him.
Speakerphone.
She told him she'd told me everything.
And that was when the whole fucking mess finally came out.
I was pissed.
Not necessarily because of what happened between Clara and me.
I was pissed because I'd been kept completely in the dark.
I had been living in their house thinking everything was normal.
Meanwhile, their relationship had been dead for months.
Eventually, the dust settled.
And weirdly enough...
Clara and I kept talking.
Even after I left for abroad.
We continued communicating.
What happened between us wasn't just some random one-night thing.
It became something we both remembered.
Something complicated.
Something we probably shouldn't have started.
But we did.
And life moved on.
My nephew honored the agreement they had.
Clara got her car back.
And me?
I went abroad again.
Still working.
Still doing my thing.
Still talking to Clara from time to time.
And whenever I think about how all of this started, I still laugh to myself.
Because I went to Manila thinking:
"Two weeks lang. Aayusin ko lang papers ko."
HAHAHAHA.
Putangina.
More than a month later, I ended up in the middle of the biggest family drama I never fucking asked for.
And if my nephew ever reads this...
D.
I'm sorry but shit happens i guess Lmaoo.
Some time ago, after the lockdown, tinawagan ako ng pamangkin ko at sinabi niyang pwede raw akong tumuloy sa bahay nila sa Manila for a couple of weeks. May inaasikaso kasi akong mga papeles para makapag-abroad ulit.
Nalaglag kasi nang malala yung negosyo ko sa probinsya dahil sa pandemic. Literal na pinatay kami ng lockdown. Kaya kailangan kong bumalik abroad para makapagtrabaho ulit. Sakto lang din pera ko noon, kaya malaking bagay na may matutuluyan ako habang inaayos ko yung requirements.
Sabi ng pamangkin ko, okay lang daw sa bahay nila.
Hindi ko alam na may malaking sikreto pala akong papasukin. HAHAHA.
Old-****** akong tao. Single dad, OFW, sanay sa trabaho at sanay sa buhay na hindi masyadong maraming drama. Nasa 50s na ako pero, sabi naman ng mga tao, hindi raw halata. Siguro dahil sanay ako sa physical work at hindi ako nagpapabaya sa katawan.
Anyway, dumating ako sa bahay nila.
Ang bahay ay lumang two-bedroom house somewhere in Manila. Dating bahay ng parents ng ex niya. May garage din. Yung parents niya at kapatid niya nasa abroad na bago pa mag-COVID.
Akala ko simpleng stay lang.
Two weeks.
Aayusin ko papers.
Then aalis ako.
Simple.
Pero syempre, putangina, walang naging simple.
Nung una, napansin ko agad si Clara.
Let's call her Valerie
Trainer siya sa BPO, nasa 30s na rin, maliit—around 4'10 yata. Cute. Hindi mo iisipin na nasa 30s na dahil sa height niya. HAHAHA. Pero hindi naman siya yung tipong nag-e-effort magpa-cute. Natural lang.
Ang alam ko noon, sila pa rin ng pamangkin ko.
At least, yun ang akala ko.
Hindi ko alam na matagal na pala silang hiwalay.
I was completely clueless.
Ang weird nga minsan dahil parang may something off sa kanila. Magkasama sa bahay pero parang hindi naman mag-asawa. Walang sweetness, walang lambingan, walang kahit anong intimacy.
Pero dahil old-****** ako, hindi ako nagtatanong ng personal na bagay.
Hindi ko naman business yun.
Ang sabi lang sa akin, mag-stay ako doon habang inaayos ko yung papers ko.
So I did.
At first, two weeks talaga ang plano.
Pero na-delay yung paperwork.
Then may ibang requirements.
May kailangang hintayin.
May processing.
Hanggang sa naging more than a month.
Sabi ko nga, nakakahiya na yata.
Pero si Clara, okay lang daw.
Hindi rin naman ako yung tipo ng bisita na nakahiga lang buong araw.
Kung may makikita akong kailangang ayusin, inaayos ko.
May kalat? Lilinisin ko.
May kailangang lutuin? Ako na.
May sira? Titingnan ko.
Yung bubong at kisame nila, may mga kailangan ayusin. So pinakialaman ko rin.
Hindi naman ako humihingi ng bayad.
Nakikitira ako, eh.
At least may maitulong man lang ako.
Eventually, tinuturuan ko rin si Clara mag-drive kapag day off niya at available yung kotse.
Kotse niya technically, pero madalas ginagamit ng pamangkin ko.
Doon kami naging mas comfortable sa isa't isa.
Hindi naman agad.
Unti-unti lang.
Madalas night shift si Clara.
Around 6 AM, umuuwi na siya.
Ako naman morning person.
So kapag dumating siya, ako yung madalas niyang naaabutan.
Nasa labas ako, nagwawalis, nagdidilig, nag-aayos ng kung ano.
Minsan nakikita ko siyang bagong uwi, pagod na pagod.
And I never thought anything of it.
Until one day...
Well.
Putangina.
Let's just say may mga bagay akong napansin na hindi ko naman dapat napapansin. HAHAHA.
Minsan naglilinis ako ng bahay na naka-boxer lang. Mainit kasi, at konti lang dala kong damit.
At ilang beses kong nahuli si Clara na napapatingin.
Hindi yung normal na tingin.
Yung mabilis na tingin tapos kunwari walang nangyari.
At syempre, lalaki rin ako.
Napapansin ko.
Pero hindi ko pinansin.
I thought maybe imagination ko lang.
Besides, pamangkin ko yung partner niya.
So automatic, boundary.
Hard boundary.
Kahit gaano pa siya ka-cute.
Then one evening, wala yung pamangkin ko.
Out of town siya for a couple of days.
Kami lang ni Clara sa bahay.
I had no idea what she was doing in her room.
I was in mine.
Eventually, nakatulog ako.
Or at least akala ko nakatulog ako.
Because apparently, Clara had other plans.
I didn't know any of it at the time.
I only found out much later.
Apparently, may maliit na butas sa wall between our rooms. Ginawa raw noon para sa ethernet cable.
At some point, Clara discovered it.
And apparently...
She was watching me.
Putangina.
Imagine finding that out later. HAHAHA.
I had absolutely no fucking idea.
The next thing I knew, she started acting differently around me.
Mas malandi.
Mas confident.
Mas madalas naka-shorts.
Sometimes very short.
Sometimes crop top.
Sometimes walang bra.
At first, I tried to convince myself na wala lang.
Pero mahirap ding magbulag-bulagan.
I started catching her looking at me.
And sometimes, when I looked back, hindi na siya umiwas.
That was when I started getting suspicious.
One thing about me: hindi ako *****.
I could tell when someone was deliberately trying to get my attention.
And Clara?
She was definitely trying.
There was one thing she started doing that really confused me.
My room was beside hers.
Whenever it was dinner time, I'd knock on her door.
"Clara, kain na."
Sometimes she'd answer immediately.
Sometimes she'd take a while.
There were occasions when the door was unlocked.
I'd knock.
No answer.
I'd knock again.
"Clara?"
And then I'd wait.
Later she admitted she was deliberately pretending to be asleep.
Putangina. HAHAHA.
Apparently she wanted me to see her.
At the time, I didn't know what the hell she was doing.
I just thought, "Ano ba tong batang 'to?"
Eventually, she started buying lingerie and yoga pants.
I noticed.
Of course I noticed.
But again, I tried to keep my mouth shut.
Because I knew exactly who she was.
And I knew exactly who her boyfriend—or at least the person I thought was her boyfriend—was.
So I kept my distance.
Until one night.
That night changed everything.
Clara came home from a friend's birthday.
She was tipsy.
Still looked fucking good, though.
She was wearing this really tight dress.
When she walked inside, I greeted her.
She looked at me and smiled.
And for some reason, I said:
"Ang sexy mo naman, iha."
The moment the words came out of my mouth, I immediately thought:
Putangina, bakit ko sinabi 'yon?
Hindi ko naman siya normally kino-compliment like that.
She just smiled.
"Thanks."
And she looked happy.
That should've been the end of it.
It wasn't.
After she took a shower, she told me she wasn't going to eat breakfast because she was still full and still a little drunk.
Then she went to her room.
I eventually went into mine.
I was getting ready to shower.
And that's when everything went to hell.
I had no idea she was watching me.
I had no idea about that damn hole in the wall.
I had no idea she could see inside my room.
And I definitely had no idea she had left something behind.
Something that belonged to her.
When I saw it, I knew.
She was deliberately leaving things around.
At that point, I finally understood.
This wasn't accidental anymore.
She was testing me.
And I was trying very hard not to react.
Until I heard a knock on my door.
I grabbed my towel and opened it slightly.
"Saglit, nagbibihis lang."
Then I opened the door.
And there she was.
Clara.
Completely naked.
I froze.
Literal na nag-blue screen utak ko.
My first thought was:
What the fuck?
"Sandali, Clara?!"
I genuinely thought she had lost her mind.
She slowly pushed the door open.
I backed up.
"Paano si _____?"
I was nervous.
Confused.
Trying to understand what the hell was happening.
Then she looked directly at me.
And she said:
"Kantutin mo ko, Tito Jay. Please."
Putangina.
I swear my brain stopped working.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
This was my nephew's girlfriend—or so I thought.
The girl who had been living in the same house with me.
The girl I'd been trying to treat like family.
And now she's standing naked in front of me asking me to fuck her.
I should have closed the door.
I should have told her to go back to her room.
I should have done a million other things.
But I didn't.
She came closer.
And whatever little self-control I had left went straight out the fucking window.
What happened next is something I still can't believe happened.
We crossed that line.
And once we did, there was no pretending anymore.
We ended up together on the couch.
Everything that had been building between us for weeks finally exploded.
Afterward, we just sat there.
Quiet.
Both of us processing what the fuck we'd just done.
Then I apologized.
I told her this shouldn't have happened.
I blamed myself.
Because I was older.
I knew better.
I knew exactly how complicated the situation was.
But Clara had something else to tell me.
Something I didn't know.
She told me the truth.
She and my nephew had already broken up months ago.
They weren't together.
They were only living under the same roof because of some fucking car loan arrangement.
And apparently, the reason nobody told me was because my nephew didn't want me to know he had cheated on her.
I just stared at her.
"Wait... what?"
She explained everything.
And suddenly every weird thing I'd noticed made sense.
The distance.
The awkwardness.
The lack of intimacy.
The strange schedules.
Everything.
I couldn't wrap my head around it.
So Clara called him.
Speakerphone.
She told him she'd told me everything.
And that was when the whole fucking mess finally came out.
I was pissed.
Not necessarily because of what happened between Clara and me.
I was pissed because I'd been kept completely in the dark.
I had been living in their house thinking everything was normal.
Meanwhile, their relationship had been dead for months.
Eventually, the dust settled.
And weirdly enough...
Clara and I kept talking.
Even after I left for abroad.
We continued communicating.
What happened between us wasn't just some random one-night thing.
It became something we both remembered.
Something complicated.
Something we probably shouldn't have started.
But we did.
And life moved on.
My nephew honored the agreement they had.
Clara got her car back.
And me?
I went abroad again.
Still working.
Still doing my thing.
Still talking to Clara from time to time.
And whenever I think about how all of this started, I still laugh to myself.
Because I went to Manila thinking:
"Two weeks lang. Aayusin ko lang papers ko."
HAHAHAHA.
Putangina.
More than a month later, I ended up in the middle of the biggest family drama I never fucking asked for.
And if my nephew ever reads this...
D.
I'm sorry but shit happens i guess Lmaoo.