"I DON'T care so shut the heck up!" Sandra seemed deaf when Denver shouted at her the next day after he came home from a month -long business trip. "You know what, no matter what you do, I don't care. I don't care about how you feel or what the heck up! I don't care! Screw this pathetic girl."
Her tears streamed down through her cheek as her eyes heathens. She seemed to be pumped hard in her ear. She could not properly digest what he said."Do you really hate me that much?" She asked him.
He turned his back to Sandra and glared intently to him. "I don't just hate you nor angry at you, I despise you. So hecking much."
"Why? Why can't you open up yourself to me? I-"
"What the heck, human? Are you kidding me? Open up myself to you? Huh! Go find those screws you lost and fix your mind." He left her there while Sandra was standing in the middle of the house. When the whole household was quiet, she fell to the floor.
"Ma'am Sandra!" It was Emma. She help Sandra stand. She took her to the kitchen and took a glass of water. "I won't ask if you're okay, Ma'am. Because I know you're not."
Sandra smiled bitterly and her tears began to pour again. "I understand him. I understand why he hate me. I was the reason why he is married and tied in a relationship he doesn't want. I-- I cause trouble to him since that day. But, I don't deserve this, do I? I can't understand why I can't get at least respect? I am slowly losing myself. I am slowly losing my pride."
Emma hushed her. She stroke Sandra's back. "Everything will be all right, Ma'am. The day will come and you will be happy. The day will come and you will choose what will make you happy. The day will come and you will have nothing else to think about but those what can make you happy."
DENVER frustratedly slam his table and Cali can't help but to stare at him. This man is really getting into Cali's head. Iniwan na lang niya ito sa loob ng opisina niya at hinayaan doon si Denver.
Disgusted, Denver leaned back in his swivel chair and looked out of his glass window. He calmed himself. He try himself to refrain banging his own head because of what he did. He promised himself not to care about Sandra but shouting at her is not what he wanted to do.
So when he realized what had happened it was all too late. He closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. He knew from the moment he saw tears in her eyes, he fcked up. He knew he chose violence.
He hear his office door opens and his Mom step in. And here we go again. Madame Madelle noticed a different emotion on Denver's face.
"Why?" His Mom asked him.
"Are you here to scold me, Mom?" Madame Madelle eyebrows forrowed.
"Huh? What you I-- Wait, what?"
Denver with his aching head got scolded. He wish he hadn't led his Mother. Wrong move, man.
'I AM expecting you to come home tonight. I know I am in fault too. I am sad but I am not angry. Please come home. I will wait for you.'
Abby, his lover, read Sandra's message for him. Abby is in his lap. "Wow. I didn't know you have this kind of wife. Tsk. No need to be envy, I know I am better than her. Aren't I, my sweet?"
She start kissing Denver and her heart scream victory when Denver kissed her back.
EMMA stayed up all night with Sandra. Miss Sandra stay up all nigth waiting for Denver and Emma stay up all night waiting for Sandra.
"Ma'am, do you want something to drink?" Sandra turned to her and she signaled no. Emma smiled at her. Sanda was leaning against the door jamb and looking outside.
She just took a sweater for Sandra to wear so she wouldn't get cold. "Thank you." That was until Sandra sat down at the door and leaned her head against the jamb.
Sandra just woke up in her room and she was covered with a blanket. 'Does he come home last night?' When she her eyes saw the clock hanging on her wall, she realized that it was eleven o'clock in the morning.
She bath and dressed herself with business attire. She didn't know. But she feel light headed as she dress herself up. When she got out of the room she immediately went to the kitchen and Denver was there holding a newspaper. She stepped back.
Emma saw her. "Miss Sandra, have your breakfast--I mean your lunch." Denver's gaze followed where Emma was looking. He saw Sandra skeptical.
"Join me." Denver said simply before he refocused his gaze on the newspaper he was holding. Sandra's hand is getting wet. It's disgusting, but she can't help but to get nervous. If she will dine with him, it'll be their first dine together. She smiled sadly and sat near him.
Emma grabbed her a plate. Emma also poured water on her glass. She took a fried eggs, two sausages and tocino. She also took some fried rice. "Would you like me to make you some milk, Miss Alma? Or would you like some soup? You haven't eaten last night--"
Disgusted, Emma closed her eyes tightly and slowly left the kitchen. "You didn't eat?" Sandra flinched.
"I-- I was waiting for y-you." Denver just stare at her and Sandra lowers her eyes.
"It seems that you are going to work?" Sandra just nodded. "I will take you there."
WHEN Denver left her in front of her boutique, her knees seemed to weaken. She's overjoyed. Do God finally hear her prayers? She seemed to be crying for joy.
"Ma'am Sandra! Welcome back!" From behind her is her co-designer. She hugged her and then kissed Sandra's cheek.
"It seems that something inspire me to do more sketches today." She laughed at her co-worker.
DENVER gripped his steering wheel tight.
'Denver. Continue doing this to Sandra. Let me know if you are already tired and I will take off everything to you. My son, this is you mother talking to you. You know I take everything serious.'
He stepped on the gas and let the car go fast and faster. This is making him go insane. 'If it isn't because of you, I would still be living well. I hate you, Sandra. I hate you!'
Meanwhile, Sandra received a message from her husband saying he won't pick her up. She knows. It's just that she is happy that at least he informed her.
"Oh my! It's you!" A woman approached her."It's you right?! My sister!" Said the woman and then laughed out loud. Even Sandra's co -workers are distracted by them.
"Can I call you big sister?" Sandra frowned because she didn't know what this woman was pointing at.
"What are you talking about?" The woman laughed at her.
"What? Do you not know me-- Oh! I am sorry. Tsk. He didn't told you?"
'Who?' Sandra looked at her confused.
"I am Abby Constella. You are Sandra De Luna-- Oh, right. Sandra Ybarra? Ah, Ybarra suites my name more." Sandra just turned her back on the woman but she stopped when she heard the last thing she said.
"I'll call you Big Sister then. We share one husband afterall. Anyway, nice to meet you, Sandra!" The people in the shop were shocked to hear that even more when Sandra got down on her knees.
"Ma'am Sandra!" Sandra's tears burst out. Her chest feels heavy. It suffocates her. While holding onto her co-designer blouse hem, she faints and all she know is she's hurt.
SHE woke up in a room with white ceiling and suffocating smells, medecines. "Doc, she's awake!" Emma informed the nearest doctor while Madame Madelle is holding her hand.
"Are you okay? Is something hurting you? What do you want? Is your head alright? Are you not hurt? Tell me if you're hurt." Seeing Madame Madelle make her cry.
"Sandra!" Tina came in holding a bag of food. "Sandra!"
Sandra just smiled to them and mouthed, 'I am okay.'
They took good care of Sandra. Fortunately, they were always there for her. "Why did you faint? What happened?" Tina asked her and Madame Madelle adverted her eyes. Sandra thought, 'She knows.'
"Nothing. I am okay."
"I think it's because she go to bed late, Ma'am Tina. It's three o'clock when she go to bed."
"Ayst. Why did you let her stay up late?!" She shushed Tina.
"The important thing is, I'm okay. I feel good now. It's just a fatigue. The doctor even confirms it."
That night Emma accompanied Tina to sleep in their house and left Madame Madelle to watch over her. "I am sorry, Sandra."
Sandra smiled at her. "It's okay, Mom. It's okay."
But Madelle feel her heart tighten. 'This is all my fault.'
"ENOUGH, Sandra. Can you just. . . just mind your own? Stop making me guilty all the time." But Sandra just asked him if he had eaten yet."But-""Just. . . stop. I hate you but it doesn't mean I don't care." He whispered. "Just take care of yourself. Don't mind me, I can take care of my own."With that, he left Sandra in the kitchen. A week after she was hospitalized, she felt that the man was treating her better every day. She didn’t know if she would be happy or not because there seemed to be something wrong.When Denver asked her why she was rushed to the hospital she said she was just exhausted.'See what happened? Stop going to bed late at night just to wait for me. I can't take care of you, so take care of yourself.'"Ma'am Sandra. Please eat.""Do you think there's any hope that Denver's mind can be enlightened? I'm not here just because I want to have a family on my own but to seek love too." Emm
"YAH. What the heck did you do?" Sandra asked Tina. Tina silently laughed."Huh? What do you mean?""What do you mean? Are you crazy? You left early, you didn't even say goodbye, you left me confused. Then, Denver had been strange! What did you say to Denver?!"Tina burst out laughing. Her words are really powerful that what she thought. "I didn't say anything, are you accusing me?" She said with dead-malicious tone."Hey, you. I know you." She stared into the air."Oh, I thought you knew me?" Tina didn't do anything. She just said what Sandra deserve."SHOULD I let her in?" Always. Sometimes Cali thinks that he is the one cheating on Sandra. Denver seriously looked at him and shook his head. Cali surprisingly slam his table."What?" Denver asked him."Have you already realize Abby is just a bothersome?" Cali laughed. Denver did not say a word. "You know, you're a friend, but what you
". . . WHERE did you inherit a habit like that? Ah, maybe from your parents. Opps. You don't have parents, my bad, you lack care-"A slapped echoed inside the office. Those who witness it was beyond shock. Madame Madelle was the one who slap Abby."Fck." She commented. She smiled and glared at Madame Madelle but Madame Madelle slapped her again. Two consecutive slaps for Abby."Have you come to your senses, bitch?" Abby muttered curses before she looked at Madame Madelle again. Not afraid of getting slap again."This fcking witch is here." Abby said. "Ahh, where the boss is, the disciple is also there. Wow, what is this, reunion of the desperate--"'Ahh, this is the third.' Sandra was the one who slap her this time. "Do you know what to call a slap that lands on your face? It's called a slap for a desperate.""Desperate, my ass. On the two of us, you're the desperate one. Desperate to make Denver fall in love with you no matter how man
DENVER moved his body. He feel stif. He feel his head throobing and his temple is palpitating. The sunlight coming from the outside is dazzling him. He wonders why sunlight can penetrate his thick dark curtain?Then it hits him. 'Shit!' He thought when he saw his bed color white instead of ash gray. He got up and what he first saw is the interior of Sandra's room. He mentally faced palm when he realizes he entered the wrong room last night. 'Shit, this is embarrassing!'He saw no one in the bed with him that it relieves him. 'What the shit. I'm almost cause an incident.' He went out of the room and found nobody. 'Maybe she's already out for work.' Then his head throb. He quickly entered his own room and decided to have a shower. He turned it on Cold and had bath until he get sober."WE will send it to your email, Mrs. Ybarra. Thank you!" A big fashion line contact her for collab project. She thought that why not? This is what she want, having the career she want and
IT WAS three o'clock in the afternoon when Sandra woke up. She gently rubbed her eyes before getting up. She does her daily routine and leaves her room in her night dress. She was not in the mood to go to work. No, her mind and body were tired. "I have prepared something for you to eat, Ma'am Sandra." Sandra sat down in front of the table and ate quietly while Emma stood behind her."Excuse me, Ma'am Sandra. A postman give a letter for you. It's still trendy, you know, letter and a postman. Aren't everything now is digital?" Sandra stopped eating. "There's what?" She curiously asked. Emma hurriedly left and picked up the letter she had received from the postman this morning. When she returned she handed it to Sandra.She sighed. It is an invitation from Vana West. An international gala. She was not in the mood to send an email as a thank you for the invitation. Sh just poured water into her glass and drank before returning to her ro
Sandra felt sorry for Tina. One day Sandra will wake up when Tina came to Limuel to beg him to come back to her. Everyday, if Sandra disappears from Tina's sight, Tina escapes to go to the place where her ex-husband lives. She would go home rubbing her knee with scars and ask Sandra if it wasn't enough to kneel in front of her husband for him to comeback. Sometimes she would be seen on the side of the road stunned and would say that she was waiting for Limuel. Every day Sandra's heart seemed to break. Tina do not deserve this. Tina is a good woman. She has a good heart. Sandra can't help but to shed a tear. She is on the way to find Tina again. Comsidering that Lantaza City is wide and huge, she is nowhere to be found, sometimes Sandra just wants to lock Tina inside her house but seeing Tina silently looking outside the window really breaks her heart. "What will I do if I lose you, Tina?" She endured scouring the whole town only to find Tina
THE silence of Sandra's seat make her nervous. She is uncomfortably sitting there with Emma on her side. Trembling as he recalls Tina's condition. She vomits a yellow petal, it still has blood attached to it. It's been 3 hours, they do not even know what she is sick of or what caused her to vomit the petal. It was frightening that she did not know the reason."Sir Denver." Suddenly Emma said. Emma stood up and Sandra looked up. She smiled bitterly when she saw how dark his face is. "What are you doing, woman?" She just smiled. "I am waiting." She whispered. Denver not please on what she said just sighed. She knew it won't end that way. She knows her husband to much. Even if they only got married a months ago. How can she not know whats her husband when he is her crush even before? "Why wasting your time waiting for not-so-worthy things?! You're my wife and your job is to serve me! That's all you have to do, you have not done it?! You are so worthless!" Sandra just looked down tryin
"HELLO!" Sandra was surprised when someone approached her. She stopped crying and looked at that someone. "Why are you crying? Why are you alone? Where are your parents? Don't you have a sibling? Why are your clothes dirty? Why don't you have slippers?" She asked her one question after another. Sandra did not respond and she just stare at her. Her trust issue strikes again. Though, she look very charming and warm. She really look cute and calming. "Why are you on the side of the road? Why are you so filthy? Haven't you eaten yet? Why do you have charcoal on your face? Why do you look like that?" Sandra wondered what she would answer here. What if he was also like the children in the orphanage who were kind when there were nuns and brain demons when no one was seeing. "Tina!" A woman approached the girl. She was holding a towel and a water bottle. "What kind of child are you? Where are you going? What if you get lost? Where will I find you?!" "Mom. . ." "Hey, let's go back th