WHAT IF...

... on a Sunday morning you find yourself in barong, staring in front of a mirror about to leave for church because you'll be godfather to the child of your ex-lover?

... you are still reeling from last night's experience when he came to your place to visit you - the future godfather of his first born - and you made wild frantic love with him on your wooden floor?

... you still hear in your head the words he uttered last night while you're still inside him, both of you panting, sweating and in rapture, the words "I still love you more than I love my wife"?

... you woke up this morning to the sound of your mobile ringing and on the other end was his wife profusely thanking you for the gift you gave for the christening and that she's glad she has you as her husband's friend, always there, always at hand and always trustworthy?

... in about an hour you'll be holding his firstborn as the priest will bathe the child's head with the water ushering him to the world of the believing, and you still remember your lover's wife telling you "You are my child's second father"?

... today, you debate within you if you're going to send a message to both their phones and say, "I am sorry, I am sick. I can't come"?


Damn this world! Damn this fucking barong!