Later at the Baby Shower Party…
“Sam and Van didn’t come to the weekly get-together again, huh? Coreen showed up late, too. Our tradition is being forgotten and underappreciated.”
Aunt Ynes spoke quietly as she and Demani decorated the living room for Maureen’s baby shower. With Grandma Val too unwell to help and other female relatives occupied, Demani had stepped in to assist.
She had messaged Van earlier but didn’t hear back, which wasn’t surprising, she expected he’d be late, as he told her he had important meetings and might come home late. Maybe he was in a conference room, phone out of reach.
“So, why didn’t Van come again this Sunday?” her aunt asked, glancing at the house help assisting them.
<"Good that you made it this Sunday, Van," said Luis, Demani’s father, as the couple approached them. Everyone else in the family was already at the house for their Sunday get-together, and it looked like they were the only ones they had been waiting for."I found a free hour, Dad," Van replied with a polite smile to his father-in-law.Daliah, Demani’s mother, stepped out from behind her husband and greeted her daughter with a kiss on the cheek. “Just in time, darling. I just finished cooking.” Then she turned to Van. "How have you been, hijo?"Van respectfully took her hand for a mano before responding. "I’m doing well, Mom. I’m sorry if I’ve missed a few of the Sunday gather
She took a bitter bite of the last pizza slice she held in her hand. Her throat was tight, aching from the tension, but she chewed and swallowed anyway. The anger was so sharp, so overwhelming, it made her feel like crying.But she refused.No. She would not cry.Even if the weight in her chest felt unbearable, she grabbed another slice and shoved it into her mouth. She chewed in rage, like eating would somehow quiet the storm inside her. Maybe if she swallowed fast enough, she could force down the tightness in her chest and the lump in her throat.But despite her efforts, a tear slipped free.She quickly wiped it with the free napkin from the pizza box.
After getting dressed, Demani remained inside the walk-in closet, standing motionless in the silence. Her ears strained for any sign of movement beyond the door, and her heart beat louder with every second of anticipation.She wasn’t ready to see Van. Not after last night. Not while the sting of their fight still throbbed in her chest.Then she heard it. The soft creak of the bedroom door, followed by the quiet but unmistakable sound of it closing.Only then did she step out, her bare feet brushing against the cool floorboards as she cautiously emerged into the room. Her eyes darted toward the bathroom. The door was wide open, the light still on, but the room itself was empty.Van was gone.Just like that.
When Demani opened her eyes that morning, the first thing that came to her mind was the argument she and Van had the night before. The heaviness in her chest hadn’t gone away. She didn’t want to leave the room, much less face her husband. She knew he’d be coming in soon to get ready for work, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to talk to him.The anger still lingered inside her, but so did a deep sense of unease. For the first time in their marriage, they had fought that badly. And now she was lost, unsure how to navigate the aftermath, unsure how to make things right.She didn’t even know who should make the first move toward reconciliation.It should be him, whispered a voice in her he
They stared at each other for a long while, not in a romantic or longing way, but with hostility thick in the air. Her brows were raised, sharp with contempt, while his forehead was creased in confusion. After a few tense seconds, Van was the first to break eye contact, releasing a deep breath as he stood up and removed his suit jacket.“How was Maureen’s party?” he asked casually, as if nothing was wrong.She clenched her jaw, her irritation bubbling to the surface. “You should’ve come if you wanted to know.”Van sighed as he began loosening his tie. “Why are you being bitchy, Demani?”She let out a sharp, mocking gasp, her eyes wide with disbelief and a bitter smile playing on her lips. “Did you really just say that
Later at the Baby Shower Party…“Sam and Van didn’t come to the weekly get-together again, huh? Coreen showed up late, too. Our tradition is being forgotten and underappreciated.”Aunt Ynes spoke quietly as she and Demani decorated the living room for Maureen’s baby shower. With Grandma Val too unwell to help and other female relatives occupied, Demani had stepped in to assist.She had messaged Van earlier but didn’t hear back, which wasn’t surprising, she expected he’d be late, as he told her he had important meetings and might come home late. Maybe he was in a conference room, phone out of reach.“So, why didn’t Van come again this Sunday?” her aunt asked, glancing at the house help assisting them.