Todos os capítulos de My Husband’s Half Brother’s Possession: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Kinabukasan, alas-otso nang mag-aya si Tomi na subukan ang mga famous spot dito sa Siargao. Ang ginawa kasi nila ni Lazarro kahapon ay puro surfing, maayos na rin silang dalawa, tila nga hindi naganap ang ganoon. Hindi na rin sumama sila Tita Glaiza at Tito Edgar dahil gusto nilang magbonding ang dalawang magkapatid. Hindi na sana ako papasamahin ni Tita so the two can enjoy themselves pero sumingit si Lazarro. At the end walang nagawa sila Tita Glaiza but to agreed. First destination namin dito sa Siargao ay ang Mapungpungko Rock pools. It was emerged at low tide, calm basins of clear seawater carved into jagged stone by time and waves. Beyond them, the ocean roared and broke violently, as if guarding the stillness within. The pools reflected the sky like glass, serene and fleeting before the tide returned. Second is Sugba Lagoon. It was fun there, especially for people who love to dive, because Sugba Lagoon is a calm and clear lagoon surrounded by towering mountains and lush gree

The water felt like ice against my ankles as I scrambled away, my breath coming in jagged, uneven hitches. I didn't need to look back to know Lazarro was following; the very air behind me felt heavy, charged with a dark energy that made the hair on my arms stand up. I reached Tomi's side, the water splashing around my calves as I desperately tried to find my footing in the shifting rock beneath me. Tomi was talking to the other men, his laughter sounding hollow and distant compared to the thundering of my own heart. "Diamon," Tomi said once I reached his side. His wide smile earlier immediately dropped to the water when he saw me. "Babalik na po tayo dahil nagsisimula nang dumilim. Mahihirapan na po tayong makalabas niyan." Sigaw ng tour guide na nasa bungad na ng kuweba. Lahat kami ay umahon na sa pagtatampisaw nang nag-anonsyo na ang tour guide. Dahil lahat na rin ay natatakot sa madilim na kweba, nag-unahan silang sumunod sa tour guide. Muli tuloy kaming nahuli nila Tomi at Laz

Memory. We all knew that memory is the mind's ability to store, retain, and recall experiences, information, and emotions. However, it is not a perfect recording of the past. Memory has a way of pretending to be truthful. We convince ourselves that what we remember is exactly how things happened, when in reality, our minds only keep fragments of events and fills in the gaps using feelings, beliefs, and time. The rest is quietly invented-stitched together by emotion, time, and longing. What we call memory is not the past itself, but a reconstruction, shaped by what we felt rather than what truly occurred. That is why no one ever remembers everything. We only remember what our minds allow us to survive. Because of this, what we remember is often shaped as much by who we are now as by what actually happened then. But right now, that incident five hours ago still lingers in my mind. Malinaw at detalyadong naglalaro sa utak ko na parang naroroon pa rin ako. Paulit-ulit. Tila ba p

I walked along the shoreline, letting the cold tide wash over my feet. I tried to push the image of the man with blue-grey eyes, but the rhythmic crashing of the waves felt like the steady throb behind my eyes. Kaya ko nga naisipang maglakad-lakad para maalis sa ulo ko ang pangyayari kanina at kung paano nandilim ang mga mata niya. It was a kind of eyes that you weren't dared to look at. Alam kong may kasalanan pero bakit ganoon niya na lang ako tignan? Hindi ko naman intensyon na galawin ang gamit niya. Isa pa iyong pusa! Iniwanan ako sa loob ng kwarto na iyon kasama si Lazarro na walang ibang suot kundi ang beach shorts niya! I tookoff my flip flops, letting the sand softly tickled my bare fit. It was calming. I slightly nudge the sand beneath my fit. Whatever that necklace was, I shouldn't have touched it. I looked above the sky, it was a bruised violet, bleeding out like an open wound, while the ocean lunged at the shore with ink-black waves and foam like bared teeth. Every

“Happy birthday, Hon.” Nakangiting sabi ni Tito Edgar bago niya ibinigay kay Tita Glaiza ang isang kahon. Nakabalot ‘yon sa Black and Gold. Hindi na nagdalawang isip si Tita Glaiza at agad binuksan ang kahon at nalaglag ang panga niya sa nakita. God’s be good! Inside of the box was Hermès birkin bag and it's worth of fucking million. Hindi ako mangmang at ignorante para hindi ko malaman kung gaano kamahal ang bag na iyon. “Oh. My. Gosh! Hon, you wouldn't?!” Tito laughed at his wife's reaction before shrugging his shoulder, “Anything for my lovely wife.” Tita Glaiza’s face turned bright red, and she let out a giddy, youthful giggle. In a sudden burst of affection and excitement, she leaned in and pressed an enthusiastic kiss against Tito Edgar's lips. Tomi awkwardly cough beside me, “Enough that, love birds.” he said, teasingly and they both laughed. Showing their white teeth. Tomi raised his glass after a couple of minutes, “Happy birthday, Mom. Let's cheers for that.” Nagsi