Comrades in Action Book 4: Mason Krustov

Chapter Sixteen

Sunod sunod na suntok ang pinakawalan niya. The punching bag bounced back and forth due to the strong impact of his punches. He'd been at it for the last four hours, just focusing on venting his anger to the poor punching bag.

Pagkatapos nito ay paniguradong mananakit ang buong kalamnan niya ngunit wala siyang paki-alam. He needs some release. He needs to take this unsettling feeling off his goddamn chest.

Isang magkasunod na suntok pa ang pinakawalan niya.

He felt the heavy weight on his shoulders lighten with every punch. The release is the only thing he cared for and right now, the intense workout is giving him the results he wanted. Tagatak na ang pawis niya. Another couple of punches before he threw a roundhouse kick to it.

"What in gods name did that poor punching bag ever do to you, huh?"

He gripped both sides of the punching bag before his back leaned to it. Hinihingal na nilingon niya ang pinanggalingan ng boses na iyon.

It was Aiden, standing by the door with his arms crossed over his chest. He regarded him with an amused look in his eyes. Tumuwid siya ng tayo at saka naglakad palabas ng ring.

"What brought you here?" Tanong niya habang tinatanggal ang gloves sa magkabilang kamay.

"Na-miss ko ang gym eh." Aiden shrugged.

Mason rolled his eyes. He held his water bottle and took a huge gulp from it. He regarded his friend after a while.

"If you're not going to workout, then get the hell out of here. Ayokong makakita ng istorbo." Dinampot niyang muli ang gloves at muli sana iyong isusuot ng magsalita si Aiden.

"Hindi mo pa sinasagot ang tanong ko. What has gotten you so riled up huh?"

Nabitin ang pagsuot niya ng gloves. Isang nakakalokong ngiti ang nasa mukha ni Aiden ng lingunin niya ito.

"Fuck off, Aiden." Ang sagot niya saka itinuloy ang pag-suot ng gloves. Naglakad siya pabalik sa ring at muling itinuon ang atensiyon sa punching bag.

Aiden chuckled. "Oh c'mon buddy. You know we're somewhat alike in venting out our anger. Ang kaibahan nga lang ay mas pinipili kong tumakbo sa threadmill kaysa saktan ang sarili ko sa pagsuntok sa isang walang kamuwang muwang na punching bag for god knows how many fucking hours. And by the looks of it, I can tell here's a frustrated and angry man who loves inflicting pain to himself standing before me."

Mason stopped punching. Dumiretso siya ng tayo at saka puno ng pagkairitang tinitigan ang kaibigan.

"Do you know how irritating you are when you talk nonstop?"

Ang malakas na halakhak nito ang pumailanlang sa paligid. "Tangina! Do you know how many times I've told you the same thing when all you fucking did was mess with my fucking love life? God.. I am so fucking glad you're finally feeling the same thing I did back then."

Nalukot ang mukha niya pagkatapos nitong sabihin iyon. Ganoon ba talaga siya nakakainis noong mga panahong iyon? Damn! If he had known making fun of this asshole would bit him in the ass big time, he would have thought about it twice before doing it!

Binalikan niya ang punching bag. "Get the fuck out, ginugulo mo lang ako."

"Tsk.. who shove a stick up your damn ass, buddy? Napaka-init ata ng ulo mo ngayon?"

"Careful, Aiden. Or I'll have your face replace this punching bag." He grunted as he kept on punching.

"Oh c'mon. I'm just being a good friend."

"By annoying the hell out of me."

"I know you love me, buddy."

Isang malakas na suntok ang pinakawalan niya bago ito binalingan. "Can you just crawl back to the place you came from? Ergo, to your family?"