Dr. Ricaforte and I didn’t talk for a week after what happened in the restaurant with my cousin. I am mad at him and he’s mad at me, too, I guess. But I do not care because it seems that he also doesn’t care about what my cousin said or did. Ang paki niya lang ay basta mali ang ginawa ko.
And I am completely aware of what I have done. But again, I’m not sorry that I did it. Mas malala pa ang sinabi niya kaysa sa ginawa ko. And she deserves what I did. Ilang araw siyang absent sa internship niya because of what happened.
Pero hindi nakarating sa parents niya at kay Gil ang nangyari. And that’s because she knew perfectly well that her family is on my side. Dahil aware naman sila sa ugali ng bunso nila. At kung sasabihin niya ang nangyari ay papagalitan lang siya at pauuwiin sa Davao.
I smirk as I continue my work. Pero nawala ang ngti ko nang maalalang hindi ko pa nga pala nabubuksan ang envelope na inabot sa akin ni Klaus. Nakalagay iyon sa safe vault ko sa ak
“What do you mean by that, MJ?” Dinig na dinig ko ang sakit sa tanong niya. And as much as my heart or a part of me wants to believe that he’s indeed hurt and genuinely worried about me... I refuse to give it another thought. I won’t get swayed by him again. I will just continue to use him in order to find something useful against his killer of a father. “What are you saying?” tanong pa niya. I chuckle sarcastically before looking away from him. Hindi ko na kayang tignan siya sa mga mata. Parang mas lalong pinipiga ang puso ko dahil sa mga tingin niyang hindi ko na rin maintindihan kung totoo ba o nagkukunwari lang. “We are only married in papers, Dr. Ricaforte. Our feelings are mutual, right? We mutually dislike each other. So, what I’m saying it... hindi natin kailangan na mas higitan pa ang kung ano ang mayroon sa ‘ting dalawa ngayon...” “But, MJ...” Gulong gulo siya at hindi malaman kung ano ang sasabihin. “What about the times we spent to
I go to my parents’house. It’s empty and I’m all alone but it calms me. Pagod akong umupo sa sofa ng salas at ipinikit ko ang mga mata ko. But as I close them, all I can remember is everything that happened a while ago. I shouted at him and I cursed at him. I was anger and devastated and I feel betrayed. Mali ba ‘ko? Valid ba ang mga ginawa at sinabi ko dahil lang sa nasasaktan ako at nangungulila sa mga magulang ko? That even after everything that I said and did, there’s a part of me that still want to go back there. To tell him that I’m sorry and that I won’t do it again nor will I say anything like that ever again. But what about me? What about my pain? Ako lang naman ang nakakaintindi sa sarili ko at sa sakit na nararamdaman ko. And it was enough for me. What changed this time? Why does it seem like I want him to understand me, too? To believe me and tell me that my feelings are valid. Pero alam ko rin naman na hindi ko maaaring hingin sa
“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you to your work? I still have time, MJ—” Humalakhak ako nang mahina kaya naputol ang sasabihin niya pa. Umiling ako at napansin siyang sumimangot nang kaunti. “You don’t want have to do that, love. It’s fine...” sambit ko habang inaayos ang mga gamit ko. I feel him nearing me kaya napaangat ako nang tingin sa kaniya. Kinuha niya ang mga gamit ko at nilapag iyon sa gilid para makuha ang kamay ko at mahila palapit pa sa kaniya. He’s hugging me. He’s only hugging me and yet my heart starts beating wildly again inside my chest. Napapikit ako nang mas higpitan pa niya ang yakap sa akin. He buries his face against my neck. Suminghap siya, inaamoy ang leeg ko. I can feel his light and warm breathing against my neck and I already feel ticklish all over. “Zac...” I giggle as I try to push him away from me pero hindi siya natinag sa pag-yakap sa akin. Mas lalo niya pang hinigpitan kaya muli akong natawa.
“Tita, I told you! It’s not what you think it is!” sigaw ko dahilan upang matigilan siya. “He’s an investigator, Tita!” pag-amin ko na siyang nakakuha ng buong atensyon niya. “What do you mean, Jade?” aniya. I reach for her arm before speaking up, “Just please, let me explain first, Tita. Sa loob na tayo,” sambit ko sabay hila sa kaniya papasok ng exclusive room kung nasaan ako kanina. Tahimik kami sa loob habang nilalapag ng mga waiters ang pagkain namin sa table. Nang makalabas silang lahat ay saka lang umayos nang upo si Tita Cecil at mariin akong tinignan. “Speak,” she commands. Bumuntong hininga ako at nag-isip saglit kung paano ko ipapaliwanag sa kaniya ang plano ko. I don’t want to tell her about my investigating my husband’s father. But I cannot tell her just the minor details dahil paniguradong hindi niya ako paniniwalaan. “As I said, that man is an investigator I hired from U.S., Tita,” sambit ko. “Why did you hire an
Tahimik ako sa loob ng kotse pauwi sa bahay pagkatapos ng pag-uusap namin ni Tita Cecil tungkol sa investigation na ginagawa ko on my own.She commanded me to stop what I’m doing. She told me to that she’ll keep this a secret only if I do what she told me to do. And that’s to stop this and not continue any further. Pero hindi iyon p’wede. Justice para sa pagkamatay ng mga magulang ko ang nakasalalay rito.I cannot just give this up. I know how dangerous this is. Klaus gave me a heads-up about this and the danger that awaits me if we continue this. Alam ko lahat ‘yon. Pero hindi na ako puwedeng basta na lang tumigil dahil marami-rami na akong nakukuhang solid leads. I cannot just stop this just because it’s dangerous.Dahil sino ang magtutuloy nito kung hindi ako? Ang mga pulis? That’s bullshit. They were the ones who gave up first. They were the ones who told the authorities lies and everything. Maaaring mayroon din sa k
I still cannot believe that Tita Cecil is probably involved with whatever is happening with her husband, his son, and Zachariah Ricaforte. But it’s already right in front me. Kitang kita sa ekspresyon ni Tita Cecil ngayon na may tinatago siya. Hindi kaya totoo ang sinbii ni Klaus na maaari talagang may kinalaman ang ilang mga Salazar sa nangyari sa parents ko? If yes, then I need to find out about it quickly before they learn what I’m up to. Dahil alam kong hindi permanente ang pagtatagong ‘to. Kalaunan ay alam kong mare-realize din nila o ni Tita Cecil na hindi talaga ako tumigil sa pag-iimbestiga. “I still have a lot of paperworks to finish, Tita. I better be going and finish everything, so I can post a memorandum about my taking a break for a while,” sambit ko at tumango sa akin si Tita Cecil. “Y-Yes, please. Take care on your way to your company,” aniya. Hindi ko na ‘yon pinansin pa at dumiretso na lang palabas ng restaurant. Sumakay ako ng sasaky
I open my eyes and a white ceiling immediately cover my vision. I blink and I feel like I drank a lot of alcoholic drinks. Para akong may hangover paggising ko. I can’t even remember what happened. Did I fall asleep? When and where? I can’t remember anything.Nanatili akong nakahiga dahil manhid halos ang buong katawan ko. My head still hurts and it feels it’s being ripped open. I groan and move my hand lightly. May natamaan ako sa gilid ko kaya napabaling ako roon.Someone’s sleeping beside my bed. Malabo pa ang mga mata ko dahil kagigising lang kaya hindi ko gaano maaninag kung sino ‘yon. But then I notice my hand and there’s an IV injection attached to its back and I immediately realize that I’m in a hospitalPero hindi ko alam kung paano nangyari iyon. Why can’t I remember anything that happened before I woke up here? Did I collapsed again like before? Zachary was the one who found me at the time. Was he the on
It has been months since that day in the hospital. I started wearing hearing aids again but I would remove them whenever I’d meet my family. I started working behind the scenes while my cousin is competently leading the company. I also started seeing Tita Philomena every 2 weeks in a month for my sessions. We just usually talk about my anxiety and how it started and why it started attacking again. She was also my psychiatrist back in States so she already knew how to deal with my trauma. It just started coming back, so I really needed her help again. Pagkatapos ng session with Tita Mena, I go back to my house. Sa bahay ng mga magulang ako umuuwi simula noong nakalabas ako ng hospital. Zachary suggested it because he knew that he’s one of the many reasons why I’m anxious and annoyed. But he’d still visit me at home from time to time only to receive such cold treatments from me. Lumipat sa Manila ang tagapangalaga ng bahay namin sa Davao na si Manang Lucinda da