The Warrior 1: Primo

Chapter 17

"ARE YOU DONE CRYING, BABE?" he asked, chuckling, while gently wiping the tears from my eyes.

Hinampas ko ang braso niya sa sobrang inis. "You had me worried to death, you idiot! How can you laugh like this?!"

"Awww!" reklamo ni Primo. "Dadagdagan mo pa ata ang mga pasa ko, Ayah." Nakangiwing sabi niya – nag kukunwari na nasaktan sa hampas ko.

Pinahid ko ang mga luha ko gamit ang likod ng sariling palad. I moved away from his hug then took a good look at him – his face are bruised all over but it didn't mar his beauty. Kaso nga lang, kitang kita ko ang namamaga niyang mga pasa at pag dugo ng dulong bahagi ng bibig niya

My heart wrenched.

I didn't like seeing him hurt.

He said he was never violent with Lance's group and he still ended up like this.

It was all because I didn't think about the consequences of my own actions.

"Look at your face, ang dami mong pasa! This would hurt so much tomorrow. Gamutin na muna natin 'yan," I said habang sinisipat ang pasa niya sa mukha.

He was voluntarily letting me see his face as I was looking at it from left to right.

Gwapo pa rin.

Nakakaasar.

"You can kiss me if you want, effective rin na gamot 'yon," he said playfully, his face beaming with content.

"Primo," matalim ang matang sabi ko sa kanya. "Maybe I could kick you, too. Baka effective rin 'yon?"

"Kidding," tumawa siya at hinawakan ang bewang ko. He lifted me swiftly like I weigh nothing – pagkuway pinaupo sa hood ng sasakyan niya at tumayo sa harap ko. "Wait here, I'll get the the first aid kit that you've bought last time."

"It was supposed to be used one time, hindi ko alam na magagamit na naman natin ulit 'yon. Hopefully, this will be the last time we'll use it," I said seriously, looking at him making his way to the inside of his car–

I hated seeing him hurt. I hated seeing him and his friends punch different people and become violent. I hated that they have to do that because I didn't know how to think or listen –

Lance is still an asshole, though.

Hindi mangyayari ang lahat ng 'to kung hindi lang din siya abnormal at basagulero.

"Bili nalang tayo ng bago kapag naubos na," Primo joked again while handing me the pack of things I've bought from the pharmacy.

"Quit fighting," I told him even though I know he's only protecting me. "Malas pala bumili ng maraming ganto sa pharmacy dahil parang ipapa-ubos sa'tin," I continued, then started to dab the hydrogen peroxide to his face – he was standing in front of me while I'm seated in the hood of his car.

I didn't know they like sitting here.

Akala ko nagagalit ang mga 'to kapag inuupuan ang hood ng kotse nila.

I mean, their cars are their lifelines.

Boys are dramatic when it comes to their cars.

"I still think a kiss was a better medicine," he commented.

Diniin ko ang cotton na may agua oxinada sa mukha niya. He winced because of the pain. I proceeded to dab his face with a cotton na may iodine. Just enough to keep him safe from further infections.

"Aren't we going home? What are we still doing here?" I asked him then looked around us.

Tila wala pa sa plano ng mga ito ang umuwi. Ang iba nilang kasama ay nakaupo din sa hood ng mga kotse nila. They seem busy talking to each other at naghihintay lang ng instruction mula kay Primo. Ang iba nama'y naninigarilyo – they were standing far from the group though, probably as a sign of respect for people in the group who didn't smoke.