Boylet Ni Tito Donnie

A bird is still a bird, whatever way you call it. It is in its nature to glide through air, to fly, to be free. And even if you cut its wing, it will find ways to get out of the cage, however nice and convenient inside. Because a bird's place will always be out there, flying side by side with fellow birds.

One should not wonder then why, while Tito Donnie slaves his butt out his boss' frivolities, his prince is away from the splendid nest mingling with the rest of his kind.

After all, it was not explicitly mentioned in the contract that the bird prince cannot fly from time to time to be with his friends, or that he cannot invite such friends to come and visit the beautiful cage Tito Donnie offered the bird to treat and call "his own".

Perhaps, the nature of being proud of accomplishment is not exclusive only to human kind. "Bird kind" has its own brand too. But the birds have uncanny ways. They not only brag about their feats of hunting down big preys such as Tito Donnie, they even scan territories and prepare traps.

After mulling through the contacts of his benevolent sponsor, the bird prince pays the roll a visit with particular interest to those whom he feels to be "potential provider" should he decide to "switch cage". Or perhaps the bird has this gut-feel of impending moment when "Tito Donnie-could-not-take-it-anymore-and-finally-gives-up-on-him".

And so the prince turns into a nightingale singing his seduction at Barkley square. One after the other, he gives himself up and lets them sip the taste of his charming juices. Like in any business, the prince knows that in order to reap, one must be willing to sow. And so he offers himself initially free. And after each "first" meeting, the bird coy a mused rhyme that the encounter was "sikreto natin 'to pre" and was mere "trip lang dude."

Meanwhile, as malicious forebodings begin crawling behind Tito Donnie's "it's-ok" smiles, he is little-by-little being succumbed to his own paranoia. He then starts inquiring as to the smallest details of the whereabouts of his prince, checking the latter's mobile phone and internet conversations, so he can find clues that will verify his suspicions.

"I have already spent so much on him. So, no one can take him away from me," Tito Donnie kept on telling himself.

But will he be able to fight his so-called love and investment once the bird prince finds a prettier cage with more abundant supplies?

…and so Tito Donnie's invisible war ensues.

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