A Fine Ending

05-16-2010 Sunday

Now that I've thought about it, I realized walking away is cowardice and besides, it's like letting Alex live a happy single life free from any worries or responsibilities while I, alone, suffers? That can't fucking be. If my life is hell, then so will his.

Last night, I called up my uncle whose a policeman and we went to his boarding house so he could confront Alex, maybe scare him a bit, because the bastard was no longer scared of just my gramma alone. Unfortunately, the bastard refused to show up. I felt like laughing. I was mad but when I noticed that he was actually scared of going to jail, (of course that's what he'll think of considering the situation we're in), I was glad because he's the one looking like a sore loser in this fight.

We didn't get to confront him but we were able to talk to the bitches in the boarding house and luckily, their chairman was also there. How was I to know that the chairman knows him, and is a close friend of one of the boarders there. The chairman asked us what the problem is and I told everything. He's a nice guy, with a warm aura in him, something raw and real, unlike most people in a position who is thick with disguise and fake symphathy.

Chairman Warren Del Rosario, as he introduced himself was very concerned with my situation and he said he, himself will talk to Alex once he got the chance. He even gave me his number so I can text him if there's anything wrong. He's not faking or anything, he was really concerned, the look of worry on his face was real when he noticed that I was about to cry. He said things will be okay, and he has this authority in him that makes me believe that what he's saying is a fact.

Even though we didn't get to talk to Alex, I was thankful for having to meet their chairman, who understands, doesn't judge and is as real as he could get.

Today, I said to Alex that we need to talk for the last time before I start ruining everything in his life. I fucking mean it. If he's not gonna face his responsibility, he might as well suffer the consequences.

He had overtime and I waited for him at the corner Mini-stop in Blumentritt. I ordered an ice cream cone in Mini-stop then waited for him outside. He came a few minutes later, I saw him on the other side of the street, watching, making sure that I don't have anyone with me. I couldn't hide the smile as I lick my ice cream. I was really having a good time scaring the hell out of this bastard.

When he was sure that I was alone, he rode his motorcycle to the side of the convenient store. I kept on licking the ice cream. He was looking at me and my eyes were bright as I look back at him. It was a darn good time.

"What are you waiting for? Come on hop in." he said, looking exhausted.

I shrugged my shoulders. The chocolate ice cream is bittersweet and I focused on it like it's the only thing that matter. I hop behind him on the motorcycle, while nibbling at the sugar coated cone. Delicious.

He took me to the boarding house. Ok, that really wasn't my idea of place where we can talk seriously but whatever..if we have to be there, fine. He parked his motorcycle and I jumped out of it. Happy happy.

He bought a cigarette and sat on the bench. I followed him.

"What now?" he asked, blowing a big cloud of smoke.

I stared at the cigarette on his lips and it hit me that his cigarette intake has increased. He just smoked not more than 10 minutes ago. It's that stick that will kill him, for sure.

"What???" he asked again when he noticed that I was silent.

I snapped back to the matter at hand. "What?" was the only thing I said.

"What do you want to happen now?" he looked aggravated.

I remained neutral. "Face your responsibility. I'll agree to what you want, we'll live together, we pay for the rent together, and we do our own thing. Isn't that what you want? I wouldn't leave and let you live a lucky single guy. We'll make hell out of the lives of each other, together."

"Fine." he quipped.

"You cook your own food, I cook mine. You wash your own laundry, I'll wash mine. It's like we're mere housemates." I added.

He took a long drag on his cigarette. "Fine. Have it your way."

"The one thing I wanted to be very clear about is the rent. We pay for it. Not just me, we. You pay your part, I'll pay mine. If you don't pay, you have to be kicked out." I said, "Oh and one more thing, we'll stay here for now, since there's an available room downstairs, but once I found a better place, we'll move out. I don't want you staying here with this bitches protecting and owning you."

He looked defeated. I know I have too many conditions but I want to have what I want.

He stood up and threw the cigarette after inhaling the last smoke out of it. "It's settled then, let's go upstairs and tell mami about it so she can reserve the room."

"Lead the way."

It's an ending that will lead to something but at least I have him with me. We can be called a family, I don't know how long, but at least now we can call it that.

Labels: alex, family, love, making it work, pink crimson, relationships

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 5:25 PM