I Feel That My Father Seldom の小説・ストーリー

Sigaw ko. LUMIPAS ang apat na araw at hindi na rin naman nagparamdam si Santino. Tahimik naman na ang buhay ko. My father sometimes send me phone calls pero madalang ko lamang siya makaussp dahil busy ako sa trabaho.

I replied, answering his question and trying to give further details. "Can you give me more specific details?" Ronald inquired about what I had mentioned. "I barely remember anything. I'm sorry." I responded, gazing up at him. "It's alright, and I appreciate you sharing that information with me." He acknowledged. Napapaisip pa rin siya kung anong puwede niyang puntahan. Hindi naman kasi ako gaano sinasama noon ni daddy sa mga nagiging lakad niya. Madalas ay kinukuling lang ako nito sa bahay at hindi pinapalabas.

At kasabay non ay biglang sumikip ang dibdib ko. The smile on my face slowly faded. My father passed away when I was only eight years old. Simula noon ay hindi na gaanong napag-uusapan ang tungkol sa kanya. At kahit hindi na namin nagpag-uusapan si Papa ay tandang-tanda ko pa ang mukha niya. Natatandaan ko pa kung paano sumisingkit ang mata ni Papa kapag nakangiti. Alam kong bata pa ako non, pero hinding-hindi nabubura sa isip ko ang imahe ni Papa. "What... does this have to do with my father?" My voice came out softer than I intended.

That's one of the most expensive restaurant in the Philippines. “ Dad, pwede bang ipag-drive n'yo ako? If it won't bother you. ” Napatigil ako sa pag-ikot ng rubrics cubes ng tawagin niya akong dad. Nakangiti pa ito na para bang nang-iinis na naman. Hindi ako pumasok sa opisina ko ngayon kaya't tambay lang ako sa bahay kasama sila. “ Why dad? Busy ka ba? Busy ka ba dito sa rubrics cubes na hindi mo mabuo-buo? ” kinuha niya ito at wala pang isang minuto ay inabot ba niya agad ito sa akin.

His hold got tightened even more. Ano bang ginawa ko? Nagtatanong lang naman ako! Lumala ang pag-iyak ko. "I-I... aaackk—" Ramdam ko ang pagpiga niya sa lalamunan ko at pagkiskisan nito sa loob. Nahihirapan na pinilit ko pa rin talagang mangatwiran. "I'm just asking a-about m-my f-father..." I fully delivered what I wanted to say. I noticed he's getting worse today, he's been short tempered unlike my first days with him at ngayon lalo ko na siyang nakikilala.

At dahil sa yakap na iyon na ibinigay niya sa akin ay naramdaman ko na ang patagong mensahe na nasa panganib ang ama ko. And I was so afraid because of that. Natatakot ako na baka wala na akong pagkakataon na makausap at makasama pa siya. Hindi ko alam kung may pag-asa pa ba na magkita kami ulit at makahingi ako ng tawad sa kan’ya dahil sa mga nagawa ko. My relationship with my father was not the best after my mother died, but it does not lessen the fact that he tried everything to raise me well. Maybe not in the best environment, but he did try to give me everything that I wanted, not just the attention that I am longing for.

seryoso ang mukha na kausap sa akin ni Papa nang samahan niya ako papunta sa kotse ko. "Tsma ka sa mga sinabi mo tungkol sa kanya, 'Pa. Pero wala akong naramdamang magic. Kilig. O kahit konting spark sa pagitan namin. I think mas mabuti kong magiging magkaibigan na lang kami." My honest answer to my father.

Huminto ako, smiling sheepishly even though he couldn't see me, "Well, I just wanted to talk to someone..." "I've been through hell with you always pestering me. May choice pa ba ako?" I could picture him shaking his head, I couldn't argue with him now. "It's my father's death anniversary..." I trailed off, hiccupping. The other line was silent, so I continued. "I really miss him..." I chuckled bitterly. "He was a good man. A loving and sweet father. I look up to him. when I was a kid I saw him as a hero."

I just let him stayed like that. "What brought you all here?" I asked when the warm greetings stop. Hindi ko tinatapunan ng tingin sa Dad pero ramdam ko ang titig niya sa akin. Saglitang kamustahan lang ang nangyari. They just here to see if I'm fine, ngayon kami na lang ni Dad ang natitira. I don't know why I feel so awkward towards him kahit na I grow up by his side, maybe because I'm not used to his presence.

Napakadungis. "Minsan?" "Madalas pala," I grimaced and shifted to get a more comfortable seat. "Anyway, ano namang feedback ng dad mo?" "Hmm... wala siyang sinabi. But the fact na wala siyang nasabi is a good thing, tho," Looking at him, there was a glint of happiness in his eyes that used to be impossible to see when we talk about his relationship with his father. Nawala naman ang munting ngiti sa aking labi nang maalala si dad. Kailan kaya kami magiging maayos?