Written by hehehe_10
Author’s note: The Coke series is still on hold. Rest assured, however, that it will continue, and more parts will be written.
I’m trying to remember all the memories Precious and I shared. Of course, including our sexcapades.
I remember the girl but I don’t remember the feeling. . . Hehehe.
Most likely after this two-part story, balik Coke series na. Or it depends pa rin if two parts lang itong ATBMNTB.
Anyway, this is somehow related to the Coke series.
The woman in this story became my ex-girlfriend while Precious and I were in a relationship.All these happened in 2013.
Err, no. Hindi ko pala sila pinagsabay.
Apologies also because it took me four days to update this story. Mahirap maging alipin ng trabaho. Hehehe.
And you know I’d fight the good fight
If I thought I’d change your mind
But if she makes you happy
And I leave the dream behind.
LOVE, LENG
G’S Girls.
Iyan ang tawag ng mga kaklase ko noong college sa listahan ko na iyon noon.
Honestly, ngayon while trying to recall, hindi ako sure, baka may nakalimutan pa nga ako.
Little did I know madagdagan ang listahan ko noon.
Si Leng.
Pagpasok namin sa room at pagupo ko ay may notebook na may sticker ni Taylor Swift ang naiwan.
That notebook belonged to Shaira’s block.
May 1/2 index card sa loob with a photo.
Ang nakasulat:
“Leng” (real name withheld but this is her nickname) L (middle initial). A (surname).
Medyo tumigas ang titi ko sa loob ng black Hanes brief at blue pants ko that time.
Napapansin ko sa mga Facebook photos ni Leng na kita ang malalim niyang cleavage and iyong ngiti niya, sa dami ng babaeng dumaan sa buhay ko, alam kong may itinatago itong libog.
“Uy! Friend ko ito sa Facebook at follower ko sa Twitter ha. Liker ko pa nga,” sabi ko sa sarili ko habang nagiisip ng next move.
“Hmmmmm. Maging like ko rin kaya si Leng?”
I needed to do something that time.
I broke the ice.
Using my Lenovo laptop and Globe Tattoo broadband while our class was waiting for our next professor, I promptly sent a message to Leng’s Facebook account.
“Hi! You are from section 1N ‘di ba? I got your notebook.”
“I got your picture in my wallet and your phone number to call it.”
“Joke lang. Hehehe!”
“Hala kuya! Kaya pala nawawala iyong notebook ko sa Structure of the English Grammar.
Sorry po, naiwan ko sa room N308 kanina,” related Leng sa messenger.
“Naiwan mo rin ata puso mo? Hahaha! Biro lang.”
“Funny ka po pala. Idol ka ng buong klase namin. Matalino. Writer. Student-leader.”
“Pogi? Hindi? Nah. Simpleng tao lang ako. Uy, ano pa impression ng class ninyo sa akin?”
“Chickboy daw? Hahaha. Kasi ‘di ba may something sa inyo ni Shaira? Friend ko iyon. Huwag mo sasaktan, kuya.”
“Wala namang kami ni Shaira, Leng. We dated last sem, yes, but it never materialized.”
“Sus. Kuya G, umayos ka!”
“Wait. Nasa PUP ka pa ba?”
“Ay nasa jeep na po ako dito sa Cubao.”
“Oh. OKay. May class kayo tomorrow based dito sa registration certificate mo. Puntahan kita bukas.”
“Nakakahiya po. Ako na lang pupunta sa room ninyo.”
“Bahala na tomorrow, Leng. Ingat pag-uwi.”
Buti hindi nagalit si Leng sa mga banat ko.
Hindi kagaya ni Poon Dutz na galit na galit kay senador Ping Lacson at Richard Gordon.The Senate Blue Ribbon Committee is probing the Department of Health’s handling of its pandemic budget after the Commission on Audit flagged “deficiencies” on how the department managed its funds.
Ad hominem si Poon Dutz. Punahin ba naman ang buhok ni Ping and tawagaing mataba si Dick. Uy, matabang dick? Hehehe.
Pero seryoso. Simple logic: Mali ng sukli iyong cashier ng 7 Eleven sa binili mong Gulp na coke. Noong pinuna mo, ang sagot sa’yo, ang taba mo ser!
Tanginang ‘yan.
I felt I had a chance on Leng based sa initial convo namin.
My gut feel has not failed me in my 26 years here on earth.
During those times, cool off kami ni Precious. Tangina. Hehehe.
Sa panahon ngayon I don’t know if may cool off thingy pa ba? 2013 pa iyon!
Malungkot din ang puso ko. Marami akong babae pero may kulang.
I was not truly happy.
Paano maging mautak at madiskarte?
That time, Editor-in-Chief nga ako ng college student publication namin.
Our department’s chairperson ay adviser namin sa student publication. Nanay-nanayan ko.
Professor siya ng class nina Leng.
She can’t attend her class kina Leng because of a meeting.
I convonced her that I take over sa klase niya.
Tiwala naman siya kasi first sem na that time and magpra-practice teaching na kami sa second sem.
World Literature ang subject.
Putangina! Basta writing, grammar, and lit subjects, kahit tulog ako kaya kong ituro ang mga iyan.
Leng’s classmates were stunned when they saw me enter their classroom.
Nag-blush sina Shaira and Leng.
The students were murmuring.
“Dr. Roldan asked me to take over just for today. She has an urgent meeting with university officials,” I told them.
“We’ll read a poem today.”
One student in the class caught my attention when she nonchalantly stood up and said:
“What poem, sir? I hope it’s not boring.”
It was Leene, na naging babae ko rin pero after I graduated na. That’s another story.
So, sa class na iyon, tatlo silang naging babae ko: Shaira, Leng, and Leene.
The poem that the class read was “The Ballad of the Lonely Masturbator” by Anne Sexton.
“The end of the affair is always death.
She’s my workshop. Slippery eye,
out of the tribe of myself my breath
finds you gone. I horrify
those who stand by. I am fed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
Finger to finger, now she’s mine.
She’s not too far. She’s my encounter.
I beat her like a bell. I recline
in the bower where you used to mount her.
You borrowed me on the flowered spread.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
Take for instance this night, my love,
that every single couple puts together
with a joint overturning, beneath, above,
the abundant two on sponge and feather,
kneeling and pushing, head to head.
At night alone, I marry the bed.
I break out of my body this way,
an annoying miracle. Could I
put the dream market on display?
I am spread out. I crucify.
My little plumis what you said.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
Then my black-eyed rival came.
The lady of water, rising on the beach,
a piano at her fingertips, shame
on her lips and a flute’s speech.
And I was the knock-kneed broom instead.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
She took you the way a woman takes
a bargain dress off the rack
and I broke the way a stone breaks.
I give back your books and fishing tack.
Today’s paper says that you are wed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
The boys and girls are one tonight.
They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies.
They take off shoes. They turn off the light.
The glimmering creatures are full of lies.
They are eating each other. They are overfed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.”Bakit iyon ang poem na ipinabasa ko sa class nina Leng?
Nakuha ko ang phone number niya after our class and I texted her that night.
“Leng, do you still want to be alone at night and marry the bed?”
“Fuck me, G.”
May karug. . .
Signature:
Live many lives.
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