Masuk“OMG, girl! I missed you!”
Iyon kaagad ang bungad kay Renese ng gay friend niyang fashion designer and organizer na si Frenly L nang makita siya nitong pumasok sa isang high-profile editorial photoshoot for Vela Nuit—isang luxury wedding apparel brand. “Hi, Frenly L! I missed you too. How’s your trip from France?” tanong niya. Umupo na siya sa harap ng malaking salamin upang masimulan na siyang maayusan. She also makes sure the products that will use on her face are new and freshly opened before the makeup artist, who is clearly intimidated by her, begins. “I had fun, of course! Alam mo naman kung anong mga binabalik-balikan ko roon, ‘di ba? Kung wala lang talaga ‘kong events sa mga susunod na araw ay hindi pa ako uuwi!” Frenly L says. Renese rolled her eyes. “Madali lang naman ang solusyon diyan sa problema mo, eh.” Her friend’s eyes twinkled. “Really? Ano? I might consider it.”“YOU’RE free to go home now, Mrs. Voss. Just avoid stress and strenuous activity for now.” Malawak ang ngiti na ginawad ni Renese sa doktor matapos niya iyong marinig. It’s been one week since she woke up. Okay na ang pakiramdam niya at naka-recover na siya, which made her so happy. She’s currently packing her belongings into her bags while Zoren is outside to prepare the car. Nadako ang paningin ni Renese sa pinto nang may kumatok doon. Pumasok ang nakangiting nurse at may nakasunod ditong guard na nakabantay sa labas ng hospital room niya. Nasanay na siya sa gano’ng eksena. Ever since she woke up, someone had always been watching over her, especially when Zoren wasn’t around. Nang tanungin niya naman kung bakit gano’n ay sinasabi lang nito sa kaniya minsan na nag-aalala lamang ito pero madalas ay umiiwas talaga ito sa usapan. “Good morning, Mrs. Voss. Pinapabigay po pala ito ni doc. Nakalimutan niya raw iwan sa’yo kanina,” nakangiting sabi nito at saka inabot sa kaniya ang ma
UNTI-UNTING binuksan ni Renese ang kanyang mga mata. Unang tumama ang kanyang paningin sa puting kisame ng silid—everything feels heavy, blurry, and distant. The scent of a familiar medicine comes inside her nostrils, a sign that she’s in the hospital.Her head throbbed. She tried to open her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Her body feels numb and weak; the pain lingers, but it’s dulled.How did I get here? What happened?Nang subukan niyang ilibot ang kaniyang paningin ay bumagsak ito sa asawa niyang naimtim na natutulog sa gilid ng kama niya habang hawak ang kanyang kamay.Renese didn’t make a sound upon seeing that. A soft smile forms on her lips as she watches him asleep. She noticed his tired face—the dark circles under his eyes and his unshaved, clenched, perfect jaw.He looks so stressed.Renese bit her lower lip upon realizing what happened.Shattered glass. Car overspeeding. Blood.Yeah, she had an accident, and she’s in the hospital. She’s alive. Gosh, she thought she
DAHAN-DAHANG hinimas ni Zoren ang kamay ni Renese na may nakatusok na IV line. He’s sitting next to his wife’s hospital bed, staring at her unconscious form. The only sound inside the room is the machines’ soft beep. Zoren studies her face—bruises faint under the bandage, lashes resting too still. He gently brushes a stray strand of hair away from her forehead. “I’m sorry for not being able to protect you enough, wife. I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me. Please fight. Don’t leave me… not now. Not like this,” Zoren susurrated, pleading. He leans forward, resting his forehead lightly against her knuckles. Tatlong oras na ang nakalipas simula nang ilipat si Renese sa private room nito para doon i-monitor. Kahit na nakikita naman ito ni Zoren ay hindi niya pa rin magawang mapanatag hangga’t hindi niya ito nakikitang magising. He’s not the type of man who prays. He didn’t even know if he knew God—but tonight, he found himself praying. A soft knock breaks the stillness. Su
HINGAL NA HINGAL at tagaktak ang pawis si Zoren nang makarating sa St. Raphael Medical Center na pinakamalapit na hospital sa pinangyarihan ng aksidente. May mga humarang na sa kanyang media upang makibalita ngunit hindi niya ang mga ito pinaunlakan. He needs his wife and nothing else! Nang makarating siya sa emergency room na naka-pula pa rin ang ilaw ay nakita niya roon sina Vilmie, na sekretarya ng asawa niya, at ang kaibigan nitong si Shoelie, na parehong namumutla at bakas ang pag-aalala sa mukha. “What happened?!” he asked immediately. “M-Mr. Voss…” Vilmie muttered. “I said, what happened?!” he roared, starting to lose control because of anxiety. Shoelie stood up. “Mr. Voss, can you please calm down? We’re in front of the emergency room, and Renese is inside. Baka makaistorbo tayo sa loob,” seryosong saway sa kanya ni Shoelie. Zoren took a deep breath and massaged the bridge of his nose. He put his hand on his waist in a manly way, trying to calm himself first while walki
TAHIMIK LANG si Renese habang nakatitig sa labas ng bintana papunta sa restaurant kung saan niya kikitain ang boyfriend ni Ravisse. It’s been two weeks since they started to investigate Ravisse’s past, and it’s harder than they ever imagined. Hindi naging madali para sa kanilang kumbinsihin ang boyfriend ng kapatid niyang makipagkita sa kaniya. They tried to talk to him many times ever since they found his address, but they got rejected many times as well. So she didn’t expect him to call her last night and tell her that he wanted to meet and talk. Hindi niya kasama si Zoren ngayon dahil nagkaroon ng malaking problema sa kumpanya nito na hindi maaaring ipagpabukas. Gustuhin man nitong samahan siya, pero pinigilan niya ito. She can handle herself. Tsaka sigurado naman siyang hindi siya mapapahamak kagaya ng pinag-aalala nito dahil dalawang sasakyan ba naman ang ibinigay nito sa kanya na puro guards. Naputol ang malalim na iniisip ni Renese nang binalot ng malakas na ringtone ng phon
“RENESE, DARLING! You look tired. Manila life is wearing you down, I see. Come in, come in! I have so many pasalubong to show you fresh from Europe!” excited na bunga sa kaniya ng ina niyang si Roxanne nang makapasok siya sa mansion nila.Bumungad sa kaniya ang sala na punong-puno ng mga paper bag na may tatak na mamahaling brands. Well, iyan lang naman ang luho ng ina niya—ang mag-shopping hanggang sa maubos na ang dala nitong pera.Kakagaling lang kasi nito mula sa isang buwang bakasyon sa Europe, specifically from Switzerland, France, and Italy.“Ang dami naman nito, Mommy,” puna niya at saka kumuha ng isang paper bag bago sinilip ang laman. It was the limited edition Fall-Winter Collection of Chanel.Roxanne chuckled. “Paris, Milan, Rome—I raided them all, darling! Chanel, Prada, Gucci—well, you name it, I bought it.”“You shouldn’t have, Mom. I have a lot of this in my condo. Wala nang space,” aniya.“Nonsense. A little luxury never hurt anyone. Besides,” Roxanne’s eyes twinkled,







