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THE ANGEL IN DISGUISE by Ayi Zarsuelo
Want to read another story? Click here or scroll below.It was one September night, as I am crying myself down the church asking for a single reason to smile, an unknown couple kneeled down beside me. It never occurred to me that it was the beginning of the end.
Leaving that door I thought a miracle was just given to me in an instant. I saw my man standing there waiting for me. A big smile flashed on my face as I thank God for that immediate response. But in a glimpse just like that, the smile fades as I realized that something was so wrong. He hugs me and whisper, “I’m with someone, and she’s inside.” That very moment I melted. I tried to fool myself by saying that this was all a joke. But it wasn’t. The couple who kneeled beside me was no stranger at all. The girl was the “someone inside” and the man was “my man”.
That incident made me realized that the man I usually believed to be mine was a hoax. If ever I had him? I’m still trying to figure it out. But I like to believe that I had him once. Once in my life, I knew I have felt it just right.
I distant myself giving him the rights to be happy. The decision to be with someone he believes to make him smile. He never hears a word from me for a month. I didn’t took him away from her either. I gave her the benefit for being the Angel my man was looking for.
It kills me everyday having him not by my side, and settled for something that was left for me. I’m no longer “his girl” but he always made me believed I’m special.
He called her his “Girl Friend” and he called me his “Special Friend”.
On the passing days I let them do their things and settle for what so ever is left. I never demand, never complain, and never interfere. It was never easy, always settling for left over when you knew you deserve better. But that is, if I even care.
I never stop loving him. And he perfectly knew everything that secured him. He remained “my man” in my family and in my friends. I never had the courage to tell everyone that he didn’t learned to keep his love for me last. But I still kept my promise of not giving up on him. I didn’t lose that faith that soon he’ll see me again in different light. And as long as he still makes me feel that I’m no ordinary friend to him, I’m still on the right track for hope.
And make him come back home, to me.
So I thought, I’m getting used to it. It was really painful knowing I don’t have the rights anymore. And somebody has. But still, I choose to hang on.
As I remained on my post, someone wasn’t contented on what she already has. And along with her friends, they bullied me all they want. There was no right time and place for them to give me the decency I deserved. From them, I got many forms of harassment from all those side comments to loud laughter on the streets. But the only thing I can give them was my silent protest. My room was the only witness to my endless cry for pain. All those sleepless nights, I shed tears.
To put an end on this, I decided to move out and find a place away from her and from them. But the hardest part was that would also mean, me being away from my friend and living alone. All by myself.
For quite sometime, I had peace. That I thought I should be very thankful about, only to find out that she never had enough. On her story she was the poor girl. Everything that has been told was exactly the other way around.
Having to accept all the burdens they have thrown on me was a major pain, but I never imagine her made-up story could kill me the most. Right then and there I would want to make a change and for once do something about the damages. But it was never in me to get mad and get even. Instead, like my so usual self, I decided to keep all the hurts in me. And pretend that everything was fine, wherein fact nothing was.
I got scared that she already got a hold of “our man” side, so I decided to just prove myself to him that I was never capable of doing those things that she has accused me and my friends. But just now it came to me that it wasn’t the right thing to do after all. The more I tend to be quiet, the more her appetite to ruin me gets strong.
If I ever made my man believed that I was innocent??? At this point in time, I really don’t know. But before I choose to believe he knew I was.
She was an angel in deed. Just by looking at her, it’s undeniably the girl you would want at your side. She got the privileged to know who I am on those times I didn’t even know she ever existed. I didn’t know her personally. That’s why the night I walked out of that church; I gave her the credit of being the angel my man deserved. But she doesn’t know me personally as well, why do I not deserve to be treated just right?
With all those painful experiences from her end, I learned that there were fake angels roaming around. Just like her, she will make everybody believed that hurt and pain could never come from her. But the truth was everything that happened involves her. Try to take your second look at her this time and unquestionably you’ll see she was not an angel at all. She was an Angel in Disguise.
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