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it was just a date. me, the missis and the rest of the gang. all counting to nine. a legal other each has, except for one. but he brought with him a companion we saw the first time.

he said he was eyeing. this girl he was with last night. she was likeable. independent. sophisticated. the carrie bradshaw we used to watch. we had all eyes set to her. a hot seat laid come chitchat time. and she was cool to mingle. pleasantly endearing to all of us.

but soon he paid his and her tab, then excused for the rest of night. part of his plan was a one on one, which we didn't mind.

or did we.

hidden between the small talk was the tabloid news no one read aloud. this he whom we know. has (or as he claims, had) a baggage left behind. his none other than he had for a decade now. since college they were living in as one. even going full fledged sans the blessings of the church.

he claims it was already a past. a freedom he can have. but his other one we came to understand. also a he by all standards. thus, his decision, the question in everyones mind.

no other parties involved, as they claim. it was their mutual decision. untying their imaginary knot. and a family life they wanted to pursue. no one clearly understood this arrangement they had. he was now living alone. and his ex-he, stayed on the flat they shared since years ago. they would still call each other friends, but steadily moving into each one's way. a move he would tell missis, was the right thing to do.

"sa tingin mo, will he tell her?" missis asked as we walked to the parking slot.

"can he?" i asked.

"kawawa naman yung girl if he wont. but i don't know if she can take it." missis was just concerned. it was her longtime friend.

the car was now in front of us. "yeah," was my reply, as i let go of missis' hands.