Recollections Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Hindi ako sigurado pero naalala ko na minsan ay nagkaroon siya ng aksidente na muntikan niyang ikamatay.” Nabigla si Georgina nang marinig ang sinabing iyon ni Rhett. “I can’t remember all the details when it happened. I may have restored my memories, but not most of them. Dahil unti-unti pa lang na bumabalik ang memorya ko lalo na mga irrelevant memories that I really doesn’t need,” dagdag pa nito. Kinuha nito ang vial at syringe na ibinigay niya. “Huwag kang mag-alala, alam kong maililigtas natin siya kay Mr. Tai.”

Kumunot ang kanyang noo at nagsalubong ang kanyang mga kilay habang nakatingin sa grupo ng mga sundalo na nakalabas na ng kagubatan. "Bakit kaya bigla silang bumalik?" tanong ni Lola sa kanyang sarili habang patuloy na nakatingin sa mga sundalo. Nakita niyang may isang sundalo na dumako ang tingin sa gawi niya. Kahit na medyo malayo ang bahaging iyon ay tanaw niya pa rin ang mga ito. At malinaw pa mula sa kinakatayuan niya ang mga ito dahil nasa balkonahe siya. Napansin niyang sandaling napahinto sa paglalakad ang isang sundalo habang nakatingin ito sa gawi niya. Ilang segundo itong tumigil sa bago muling ipinagpatuloy ang paglalakad. Napailing na lamang si Lola at saka niya nilisan ang balk

Nabibinggi na ako sa ingay ng mga tanong na nagkakagulo sa utak ko. I looked intently to the box. I cannot count the times I am tempted to open it. Curiosity eats me. Gusto kong makita ang laman ng box because something in my heart ang naeexcite na medyo natatakot sa kung ano mang laman nito. Definitely, I wanted to remember my memories. This is the second time, I was reminded na hindi ko maalala yung memories na meron ako from my early life. The first time was during my father's burial. I tried to reminisce my memories with my dad, but I can't. Years passed, I forgot about those memories. I just leave them. Kung hindi ko maalala, edi hindi. Today, I am convinced, something is wrong sa memor

But of the past. Because something inside me had begun to crack. And whatever was hidden behind those cracks was fighting to come back. The following days passed strangely. I tried to focus on work. Estate reports. Meetings. Financial reviews. Anything that would keep my mind occupied. But the memories kept coming. At first they arrived as flashes. Small fragments. Disconnected moments. A man's laughter. A large hand holding mine. A wedding ring. The smell of expensive cologne. The warmth of a chest beneath my cheek.

“Oo nga pala… bakit hindi ko nakita ang akin dyan? Naging kliyente mo rin naman ako, ‘di ba?” “Hmm? Oh, I kept it in my own drawer,” sagot niya. Napataas ang mga kilay ko. “Bakit?” Nagkibit-balikat lamang siya. “Remembrance.” “Remembrance for what? Para maalala mong naging kriminal for once ang asawa mo?” Umiling siya saka ngumisi. “It’s a reminder to me of how we first met. Of how far we’ve come together. Fascinating, right?”

Pagbalik ko he's sleeping, I wake him up para makakain at maka-inom ng gamot. “I wish I did these kind of things before, taking care of you whenever you're sick. I wasted six years.” Tumingin siya sa akin. “We can't turn back time. All we have to do is move on.” Hindi na ako sumagot, I can move on from the pain but I can't move on from the memories we made. Tumayo ako at akmang ibabalik lang ang mga kalat sa kusina pero he stop me.

‘Crab sticks? Like seriously?’ Ilang minuto na ring nag-iisip si Kimberly pero hanggang sa huli ay di niya pa rin kayang intindihin ang kanyang naging reaksyon. ‘When in history did I ever find interest with that freaking thing?’ She closed her eyes. Her head felt like breaking as she tries digging in her memory . She did her best to remember but just like all other attempts, she just ended up frustrating herself. ‘Come on, brain. Recall. Recall. Re--’

Kasal na lang sana ang kulang sa relasyon nina Meg at Jazz. Pero isang araw ay nakipaghiwalay bigla si Jazz kay Meg dahil may ibang babae na itong nagugustuhan. Dala ang pira-pirasong puso, tumakas si Meg at nagpakalayo-layo. Nanalangin siya na sana, habang-buhay na ‘di na sila magkikita ng taksil na lalaki. Dininig ng Diyos ang dasal niya—sa loob ng pitong taon nga lang. Ngayon, nagkrus ulit ang landas nila. Hindi lang isang beses. Hindi dalawa. Parang hindi aksidente. Parang sinasadya. Kung bakit? Hindi niya alam. Ang alam lang ni Meg ay kailangan niyang iwasan si Jazz bago pa nito matuklasan ang kanyang sekreto.

Looking back at my happiest memories feels like running fingers over old scars—some smooth and faded, others still raw. I once believed memories were like stars: distant, beautiful, untouchable. But I was wrong. Memories are bullets. Some just whistle past, leaving only echoes of fear. Others pierce clean through you, leaving you bleeding in silence. “Condolence, Anastasia.” “Anastasia, I’m so sorry for your loss.” “I’m sorry, truly.”

Dash "You said you did something bad." I did something bad? But why can't I remember anything? I tried to recall everything that happened that night. I wondered if I was too drunk to recall a single thing. My people in the kitchen were now on lunch as I sat in front of my oven, pouring myself a glass of wine. As the liquid slowly filled the rim of my glass, a sudden splash of memory came to me. Right here in this kitchen. "You mind filling me with some of those?"