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Chapter 33: Rizal (Act 11)
Rizal avoided her gaze as he pulled on his clothes, his movements stiff and deliberate. His face was a mask of shame, the wildness in his eyes now replaced with a hollow emptiness. He wanted to apologize, to explain, but the words caught in his throat. How could he even begin to articulate the guilt gnawing at him? He had lost control entirely, and now the weight of his actions felt unbearable.
Lina stood slowly, her legs wobbly and unsteady, a testament to the relentless pounding she had endured. She glanced at Rizal one last time, her expression unreadable. It was neither anger nor sadness, just a quiet resignation. Without a word, she turned and began to walk away, her steps slow and measured as she made her way toward her flat block. The night air felt cool against her flushed skin, but it did little to soothe the turmoil inside her.
Rizal watched her go, his heart heavy with remorse. He wanted to call out to her, to beg for forgiveness, but he knew it was too late. The damage had been done. With a sigh, he swung his leg over his motorcycle and started the engine, the sound echoing in the empty alley. As he rode away, one thought consumed him: he would never see Lina again. And perhaps that was for the best.
Lina's legs felt like lead as she climbed the stairs, each step a reminder of how sore her body was. When she reached her door, she fumbled with the keys, her hands trembling.
As soon as she stepped inside, Rahim’s voice called out from the living room. “Lina? Is that you?”
Her heart skipped a beat. “Yes,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “It’s me.”
He appeared in the doorway, his broad frame filling the space. There was relief in his eyes, but also concern. “You’re late,” he said gently. “I was starting to worry.”
“Sorry,” she muttered, avoiding his gaze. “I… I lost track of time.”
Rahim stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Are you okay? You look…”
His words trailed off as he studied her face, his brow furrowing. “What happened?”
“Nothing, I met my old high college friend” Lina said quickly, too quickly. She forced a smile, but it felt brittle. “I’m just tired. It’s been a long day of catching up.”
Rahim didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he reached out and cupped her cheek, his touch warm and familiar. “You should get some rest,” he said softly.
Lina leaned into his hand for a moment, savoring the comfort it brought. But then she pulled away, guilt gnawing at her insides. “I think I’ll take a shower first,” she said, stepping past him.
“Want me to join you?” Rahim asked, his voice laced with a familiar flirtatiousness.
She froze momentarily, her back to him. The memory of Rizal’s hands, his mouth, his body pressing against hers, flooded her mind, and she felt a surge of panic.
“Not tonight,” she said quickly, her voice strained. “I just… I need some time alone.”
Rahim’s expression fell, but he nodded. “Alright,” he said quietly. “If you change your mind…”
She didn’t respond, already hurrying toward the bathroom. Once inside, she locked the door and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath. Her reflection in the mirror caught her eye, and she winced at how disheveled she looked; her hair tousled, her makeup smudged, her skin flushed. She looked like someone who had been thoroughly ravaged.
Lina turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as she stripped off her clothes. Each piece that fell to the floor felt like shedding a layer of shame. When she stepped under the spray, she closed her eyes and let the water wash over her, hoping it would cleanse more than just her skin.
The hot water cascaded over Lina’s body, but it did little to soothe the storm raging inside her. She stood beneath the spray, her hands braced against the tiled wall as the memories of the day came rushing back. Rizal’s hands on her skin, his mouth claiming hers with a hunger that had left her trembling, the way he had taken her with an almost primal urgency. It all played in her mind like a relentless loop. Her chest tightened, and she let out a choked sob, her shoulders shaking as the weight of guilt crashed over her.
“What have I done?” she whispered to herself, her voice breaking. Tears mixed with the water, streaming down her face as she slid to the floor, her knees drawn to her chest. The warmth of the shower couldn’t chase away the icy chill of regret that gripped her heart. I’m supposed to be faithful to Rahim, she thought, her mind racing. How could I let this happen again and again?
Her fingers dug into her palms as she replayed every moment, every touch, every word. Rizal’s voice echoed in her head, low and demanding, his breath hot against her ear. The memory of his body pressing into hers, his cock filling her so completely, sent a shiver down her spine despite the heat of the water. It was wrong, she told herself fiercely. So wrong. But even as she tried to push the thoughts away, a part of her couldn’t help but recall the way he had made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t in the last six months.
Lina buried her face in her hands, her sobs growing louder. The guilt was suffocating, a heavy weight on her chest that made it hard to breathe. She couldn’t look at herself in the mirror, couldn’t bear to see the reflection of someone who had betrayed the man she loved most. Rahim trusted me, she thought bitterly. And I threw it all away.
The sound of the bathroom door creaking open jolted her from her thoughts. “Lina?” Rahim’s voice called out, tinged with concern. “Are you okay? You’ve been in there for a while.”
Lina froze, her heart pounding. She quickly wiped at her tears, though they were indistinguishable from the water still pouring over her. “Y..yes,” she stammered, her voice hoarse. “I’m fine. Just… just taking a shower.”
There was a pause, and then Rahim spoke again, his tone softer. “You sure? You sound upset.”
“I’m fine,” she repeated, forcing herself to sound calm. “Just tired. I’ll be out soon.”
“Alright,” he said after a pause. “Don’t take too long.”
Lina waited until she heard his footsteps retreat before letting out a shuddering breath. She turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around herself.
As she dried off, her eyes fell on the small bottle of body oil on the counter, the one Rizal had used on her earlier. Her stomach twisted at the sight of it, but she couldn’t bring herself to throw it away. Instead, she stared at it for a long moment before slipping it into the drawer.
When she finally emerged from the bathroom, Rahim was waiting for her in the bedroom. He was lying on the bed, his shirt off, his mundane chest on full display.
“Feel better?” he asked with a soft smile.
“A little,” she admitted, climbing into bed beside him.
He reached out and pulled her close, his strong arms wrapping around her. “I missed you at dinner today,” he murmured against her hair.
Lina didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Rizal avoided her gaze as he pulled on his clothes, his movements stiff and deliberate. His face was a mask of shame, the wildness in his eyes now replaced with a hollow emptiness. He wanted to apologize, to explain, but the words caught in his throat. How could he even begin to articulate the guilt gnawing at him? He had lost control entirely, and now the weight of his actions felt unbearable.
Lina stood slowly, her legs wobbly and unsteady, a testament to the relentless pounding she had endured. She glanced at Rizal one last time, her expression unreadable. It was neither anger nor sadness, just a quiet resignation. Without a word, she turned and began to walk away, her steps slow and measured as she made her way toward her flat block. The night air felt cool against her flushed skin, but it did little to soothe the turmoil inside her.
Rizal watched her go, his heart heavy with remorse. He wanted to call out to her, to beg for forgiveness, but he knew it was too late. The damage had been done. With a sigh, he swung his leg over his motorcycle and started the engine, the sound echoing in the empty alley. As he rode away, one thought consumed him: he would never see Lina again. And perhaps that was for the best.
Lina's legs felt like lead as she climbed the stairs, each step a reminder of how sore her body was. When she reached her door, she fumbled with the keys, her hands trembling.
As soon as she stepped inside, Rahim’s voice called out from the living room. “Lina? Is that you?”
Her heart skipped a beat. “Yes,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “It’s me.”
He appeared in the doorway, his broad frame filling the space. There was relief in his eyes, but also concern. “You’re late,” he said gently. “I was starting to worry.”
“Sorry,” she muttered, avoiding his gaze. “I… I lost track of time.”
Rahim stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Are you okay? You look…”
His words trailed off as he studied her face, his brow furrowing. “What happened?”
“Nothing, I met my old high college friend” Lina said quickly, too quickly. She forced a smile, but it felt brittle. “I’m just tired. It’s been a long day of catching up.”
Rahim didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he reached out and cupped her cheek, his touch warm and familiar. “You should get some rest,” he said softly.
Lina leaned into his hand for a moment, savoring the comfort it brought. But then she pulled away, guilt gnawing at her insides. “I think I’ll take a shower first,” she said, stepping past him.
“Want me to join you?” Rahim asked, his voice laced with a familiar flirtatiousness.
She froze momentarily, her back to him. The memory of Rizal’s hands, his mouth, his body pressing against hers, flooded her mind, and she felt a surge of panic.
“Not tonight,” she said quickly, her voice strained. “I just… I need some time alone.”
Rahim’s expression fell, but he nodded. “Alright,” he said quietly. “If you change your mind…”
She didn’t respond, already hurrying toward the bathroom. Once inside, she locked the door and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath. Her reflection in the mirror caught her eye, and she winced at how disheveled she looked; her hair tousled, her makeup smudged, her skin flushed. She looked like someone who had been thoroughly ravaged.
Lina turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as she stripped off her clothes. Each piece that fell to the floor felt like shedding a layer of shame. When she stepped under the spray, she closed her eyes and let the water wash over her, hoping it would cleanse more than just her skin.
The hot water cascaded over Lina’s body, but it did little to soothe the storm raging inside her. She stood beneath the spray, her hands braced against the tiled wall as the memories of the day came rushing back. Rizal’s hands on her skin, his mouth claiming hers with a hunger that had left her trembling, the way he had taken her with an almost primal urgency. It all played in her mind like a relentless loop. Her chest tightened, and she let out a choked sob, her shoulders shaking as the weight of guilt crashed over her.
“What have I done?” she whispered to herself, her voice breaking. Tears mixed with the water, streaming down her face as she slid to the floor, her knees drawn to her chest. The warmth of the shower couldn’t chase away the icy chill of regret that gripped her heart. I’m supposed to be faithful to Rahim, she thought, her mind racing. How could I let this happen again and again?
Her fingers dug into her palms as she replayed every moment, every touch, every word. Rizal’s voice echoed in her head, low and demanding, his breath hot against her ear. The memory of his body pressing into hers, his cock filling her so completely, sent a shiver down her spine despite the heat of the water. It was wrong, she told herself fiercely. So wrong. But even as she tried to push the thoughts away, a part of her couldn’t help but recall the way he had made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t in the last six months.
Lina buried her face in her hands, her sobs growing louder. The guilt was suffocating, a heavy weight on her chest that made it hard to breathe. She couldn’t look at herself in the mirror, couldn’t bear to see the reflection of someone who had betrayed the man she loved most. Rahim trusted me, she thought bitterly. And I threw it all away.
The sound of the bathroom door creaking open jolted her from her thoughts. “Lina?” Rahim’s voice called out, tinged with concern. “Are you okay? You’ve been in there for a while.”
Lina froze, her heart pounding. She quickly wiped at her tears, though they were indistinguishable from the water still pouring over her. “Y..yes,” she stammered, her voice hoarse. “I’m fine. Just… just taking a shower.”
There was a pause, and then Rahim spoke again, his tone softer. “You sure? You sound upset.”
“I’m fine,” she repeated, forcing herself to sound calm. “Just tired. I’ll be out soon.”
“Alright,” he said after a pause. “Don’t take too long.”
Lina waited until she heard his footsteps retreat before letting out a shuddering breath. She turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around herself.
As she dried off, her eyes fell on the small bottle of body oil on the counter, the one Rizal had used on her earlier. Her stomach twisted at the sight of it, but she couldn’t bring herself to throw it away. Instead, she stared at it for a long moment before slipping it into the drawer.
When she finally emerged from the bathroom, Rahim was waiting for her in the bedroom. He was lying on the bed, his shirt off, his mundane chest on full display.
“Feel better?” he asked with a soft smile.
“A little,” she admitted, climbing into bed beside him.
He reached out and pulled her close, his strong arms wrapping around her. “I missed you at dinner today,” he murmured against her hair.
Lina didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
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