KABANATA 65

I heard someone entering the room but I didn’t pay even a bit of attention. Nakaupo lamang ako, nakatulala sa ngayo’y bakante nang kama. I have no idea how long it has been. Tuyo na ang aking mukha at mga mata, maybe I ran out of tears or maybe this is just too sad, I am just too sad to even shed tears.

“He is alive, Amaia.” A man spoke.

I didn’t flinch, I didn’t move nor give any reaction to what he said. I was just still, unmoved.

“I know. His hands felt warm last night. It was shallow but he was breathing.” Mahinang pagkakasabi ko bago nagpilit ng isang ngiti. Parang mapupunit ang gilid ng aking labi, hindi ko aakalaing magiging ganito kasakit at hirap ang itaas ang mga sulok ng bibig.

“Do you think he was happy? Did I make him happy?” At dahan-dahan, naramdaman ko na ang mabagal na pag-agos ng mainit na likido mula sa aking mga mata.