See you through -----


'You are pretty as always my dear. Ahhh, you are more prettier than the stars above.'� He ran his fingertip to her smooth face. To his surprise, she is frigid and unresponsive on his sweet-talking today, unlike some years ago.

'I had missed you. Missed you, I even felt like dying. Now I'm more than alive.'� He kissed her on the neck torridly. With his shaking hands, he moved his wrinkled and calloused hands all over her hair. Desire aroused, as he remembered a year of sexually deprived, cold, cold nights, without her.

An eerie smile emanated from his face, as he felt his arousal. 'See? Even down there'� it's coming up, more than alive.'� He hugged her and tried to move her closer. She was uneasy and doesn't know what to do. She cried, out of confusion? Fear maybe.

'What's the matter my love?'� He hushed down his wife. However, she just continued helplessly crying like a child, not looking on his eyes. Just then, a man ran towards him to give him a row of heavy fisticuffs. Thud. A strong punch landed his face that made him down on his knees. He was beaten out of his dear life, as the man kicked him horribly until it was hard for him to breathe.

'Beat it you old man. You are out of yourself. She is not your wife! She isn't! Now leave or I'll kill you!!!!!'� The man spat on his face. 'Forget it Roberto, I know you are my kumpare but I wont let this pass!'� Will you just move on and accept the truth!!!! Open your eyes man!!!!!'� The man gave him a final kick on the stomach and hell did Roberto know what happened next.

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Roberto woke up inside a hospital bed with an immensely painful headache, with all the throbbing bruises and injuries in his body. In his 51yrs of existence on earth, never did he get beaten that bad. He couldn't understand well how missing his wife badly made him beaten this dreaded.

'Dad, you were unconscious for 24 hours. There was a deal of discussions everywhere. I can't believe it that Ninong Manuel did that to you, as well as how I couldn't believe you let this happen again. You'll going to end up in jail if you won't stop. You are lucky most people here respect you still. Please end your nonsense.'� Nathan, his son said to him coldly.

Nathan sighed in shamed disbelief and finally stood up from his seat. He then, clutched his backpack tighter. 'The doctor said you could go home anytime you feel so. I'll just go back to school now and maybe later I could bring you back home.'�

Roberto nodded his son goodbye, which was not replied back even with a shrug or an insignificant nod. After watching Nathan walk out of the door, Roberto rummaged from his pocket and opened up his wallet. Inside it, he took out the most beautiful image his eyes had laid eyes on to- a picture of her wife, Sonia.

'Such paradox it is. It hurts for me to see and not to see you Sonia.'� Roberto stared in the picture, tears bleeding from his eyes.

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A week after the incident, everything went back to normal, his monotonous life, including the loneliness that comes with it. His son rarely comes home; his wife is not at his side, which brings him back to this same old lonely company.

Midnight came and he indulged himself with the company-isolation Roberto thought he doesn't deserve. After some good hours of dawdling himself in a company of an enemy he stupidly considers a friend, his mistake a week ago is bound to repeat itself.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sonia outside by the window. He watched her by the window for about some minutes, and by the looks of it, she was waiting for a tricycle ride- alone. Looking at her hazily, he told himself that it is always good to see her in person than only in picture. Humans are lucky to have the sense of seeing, for through the eyes, we experience a touch of heaven for just looking on beautiful things like Sonia.

With added courage on his system, he got out of his house to have a better look on Sonia. Roberto brought with him one of is friends. When he was already standing in front of their house's threshold, Sonia probably recognized him and gave the impression of being frightened. Almost like swaying left and right, Roberto approached Sonia with longing and want.

'No, no, you won't! Don't make a single touch on me you perv!'� Sonia shouted and ran away. He can't help it but ran after her. But bad luck seemed to strike Sonia, for she tripped on a rock lying motionless on the road.

'You'� you'� get out of here'� don't you touch me! Or else I'm going to shout!'� Sonia was trembling, lying butt down on the street.

'Sonia? Why? Why are you doing this to me? Don't you love me anymore? Haven't you missed me?'� The burning sensation on Roberto's head worsened. He stooped down and desperately held Sonia's hand making their fingers intertwined, while Roberto is holding his friend on his other hand. Sonia felt Roberto's warm and horrible smelling breath. She tried to resist, but Roberto kissed her mouth.

'I'� I am not Sonia!!! He-HELP!!!!'� Sonia shouted. She struggled to untangle Roberto's hug and successfully did. She then snatched Roberto's friend out of his hand and hit it on his head. The pungent smell of alcohol rapidly drowned the air molecules. 'I am not Sonia!!! Can't you accept it that your wife is dead? GETTING DRUNK DOESN'T EXCUSE YOU OF SEEING YOUR WIFE IN EVERY GIRL IN THIS TOWN AND TREATING THEM SEXUALLY AS YOUR WIFE YOU DIRTY OLD MAN!!!!!! '�

With blood dripping down Roberto's head, he slowly realized how pathetic he had become. Oh, how loneliness made him do this things. He loved Sonia so much he can't resist seeing her again, touch her again, that it's ok to see her even through disillusionments. How he found company on alcohol and how did it made him fool his sight through intoxication! If looks may deceive, is it because we let it be so? That we tend to let to let it happen because we are lost? Alone? Or perhaps had lost the ability to see beauty out of other things?

And so, it was Roberto's turn to weep. With his hands on his face, he cried. 'I am sorry. I am sorry'�May all of the others and Sonia forgive me'�'�


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The town people were too kind and considerate (stupid in some ways) not to file a case to Roberto'� they respected him too much. Roberto tried not to live on disillusionment. But still, he was often alone with his red horse beers inside his house, although sometimes he was with his kumpares, who were trying on making him happy by going to bars and hiring hookers. However, Roberto didn't admit to them that he was still lonely, and he hated the fact that he always let his sight deceive itself.

One very lonely night, his son not home who-knows-where, and all his friends busy with their own lives, he got no other companion but beer on the table once again. He was tempted to deceive his sight through beer over their female dog, but the thought it self was disturbing. He hated himself, and wanted to stop this foolishness. And so, he went to their kitchen, grabbed an ice pick and pointed it on his eyes.

'Now, Sonia, I won't see you through anything else'� better be blind of sight than blind with disillusion'�'�

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