19.09.2007 -17 °C
"Labas tayo," says Cream Puff, while sitting on the floor of my living room, smoking.
I cough and sniff while lying on my sofa, "If you haven't noticed, I'm sick. Ang sakit ng ulo ko, sinisipon pa ako."
He puffs on his yosi, smiling, "The fresh air will do you some good. Besides, sayang ang rest day mo pag di ka gumimik man lang."
"Hindi naman ako mahilig gumimik eh," I respond.
Cream Puff laughs softly, blowing smoke in my direction.
"And besides, it's 2am. On a Monday night. Where in the world would we go?" I ask him, one eyebrow raised.
Cream Puff smiles.
We end up eating in this carinderia near EDSA Guadalupe.
"How do you even know about this place?" I ask, surprised. I couldn't imagine Cream Puff eating in such a dive.
Cream Puff looked at me askance, "I happen to like eating here. Plus, the ambiance is simply unique, don't you think?"
I laughed at this. The place was located near an overpass and a jeepney station. Even though it was an ungodly hour, there were still lots of people walking around and there were even some children playing patintero near us.
A jeepney waiting for passengers was loudly playing the song, "Dreams" by Gabrielle. The night was hot; it was a good thing the "resto" had a large industrial fan turned on.
"Pili ka ng kahit ano, sagot ko lahat to," says Cream Puff.
"Ang sosyal mo pala ha," I teased him.
We ate in silence for about ten minutes. He ordered a vile-looking dish of dinuguan, which was so black I could hardly see the nuggets of meat floating in it. I, of course, ordered sinigang.
We downed all of this with a large bottle of Mountain Dew.
After eating, we didn't immediately leave. Surprisingly, despite the heat, the crowd, and the dirty location, I found myself oddly at ease.
Cream Puff laughed softly, smoking yet again.
"What's so funny?" I asked him.
He looked at me, and hesitatingly said, "I never would have guessed that he was Sunshine, you know."
I remained silent.
"If I had known, I wouldn't have slept with him," Cream Puff said softly. He was brooding, staring at the cigarette on his hand.
I still didn't say anything.
"Galit ka ba?" he asked me.
I looked at him, "You think I would be here right now with you if I were angry at you?"
Cream Puff smiled, "Hindi siguro."
"Why didn't you tell me before?" he asked me.
"If I told you, you think you really wouldn't have slept with him?" I asked him back.
He was quiet, thinking.
"I think I wouldn't have. I'm not sure, of course, but at least you should have given me that option," he said, grudgingly.
"Look, Sunshine is Sunshine. It's what he does best. I never resented him for that," I said, seriously but with a small smile on my lips, "And I certainly never hated or resented his sexual partners. It's who he is."
Cream Puff looked at me, sadly, "But it must have hurt, when I... when I told you that he and I..."
"Fucked? Is that it?" I asked, grinning.
"You were attracted to him, and vice versa," I told him, "So you and the love of my life had sex. So fucking what? If I'm mad, it doesn't make a fucking difference. It's done. You can't fucking take it back. And please don't say you're sorry. You didn't do anything morally wrong. I may be hurt but that's just my ego talking."
It started to rain.
I stopped talking. I took a cigarette and lit it.
"I thought you quit," he said.
"I thought so, too..." I replied.