Sakit Hatiku Novels & Stories

It's not going to work, at least not today. "I told you last night. I am not feeling well. Can't I take the day off?" I whispered to her. Last night. When I told her that I am sick. I am just making an excuse so they will leave me alone, but now, I am no longer faking it. My body feels heavy and sore, my throat hurts and I have this headache that is hummering the skull of my head.

But shivering in bed, unable to move, and being subdued by some abstract force devastates me as much as it infuriates me. "May," I manage to croak. My head feels as though it's been assailed by bandits. It throbs, pounds, and I can feel my veins swelling with each breath I take. I can barely keep my eyes open. This is why I hate getting sick. I rarely get sick, but whenever I do, it's warfare.

Everybody is staring at me and whispering to themselves as if wondering what the hell is wrong with me. "Yeah, those shots must have been so strong enough to get him this crazy because man, this is freakish," a girl says a few meters away from me, and I close my eyes, using my palms to obstruct my face while I think deeply to myself. "This totally doesn't feel normal," I say to myself as I shut my eyes and slowly begin to exhale and inhale, trying to cool off the burning sensation. But then after a few minutes, I feel another sharp pain that hits me so hard against my belly it forces me to lose control of myself as I fall down backwards with my chair, and everyone turns again to look back at

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dear K, Can you tell me what’s wrong with me? I’ve tried to find the answers, but my brain had stopped working. I’ve tried to find a solution, but my heart wasn't cooperating. I’ve made excuses and I’ve taken physical measures, But no matter what I did, this feeling still endures. Can you tell me how to take it out of me? Can you help me get rid of this illness? I would gladly hand it over to you if I had a choice. But this burden is mine to bear, mine to witness.

Simula sa kung paano ko siya unang nakilala, hanggang sa kung paano ko siya nagustuhan at kung paano niya ako ininsulto at ipinag tabuyan. Ngayon ko lang na pag tanto na hindi lahat ng sakit ay kayang mag hilom sa pag daan ng maraming taon. Dahil nandito pa rin yung sakit, yung eksaktong sakit na naramdaman ko pitong taon mula sa nakaraan. Humakbang si Gideon palapit sana sa akin pero agad kong itinaas ang nangingig kong kamay para pigilan siya. Kita ko kung paanong gumuhit ang sakit sa mga mata niya.

I was surprised when he suddenly touched my face and pulled my hair to my ear that was blocking my face. "What are you doing?" I gently asked. "Thank you for taking care of me." he said and smiled at me sincerely. He is really sick now because this is how he behaves, I just said in my mind. "Do you know what disease I have right now?" he just asked, suddenly frowning at me. My eyebrows also met at what he said. "You have a fever. It's better if you take the medicine again ---" "No. I don't have a fever." I was stunned. "Are you really crazy?" "It's not a fever, it's called love sickness." Huh?

Max went back to the couch unable to look me in the eyes. A chuckle escaped my lips. "Hey..." I muttered but my voice cracked. "Don't move." Tokyo stopped me when I tried to sit up from my bed. "It's okay." I assured them. "Hey, why are you all so sad?" I asked them. The truth is, I felt bad for making them worry. I've been getting sick these past few weeks just because I don't have the appetite. "I'm sorry. Because of me, you've all been worried and now, here I am, in the hospital, all because of my selfishness and stupidity." I whispered.

Pinilit kong kaladkarin ang sarili ko papuntang kwarto. Padabog kong ibinagsak ang sarili sa kama. Ipinikit ang mga mata at naglabas ng mahihinang mura. Nakakasawa na ang ganitong pakiramdam. Kailan ba ako magiging manhid? Tanggap na dapat ng dibdib ko ang mga ganitong sakit. Immune na dapat ako pero bakit ganito na naman? Nakakaasar. Kahit ilang beses akong mapagod, hindi pa din natatapos. Kahit masanay pa ako sa mga nangyayari, masasanay lang. Pero masasaktan pa din.

I asked. "You're my last patient before lunch break." He said as he turned his attention to my wounds again. He started to apply the medicine and it stinks. He was holding my left leg tightly preventing me to flinch or move a bit. "How's your family?" He asked as he slowly put the bandage around my leg. "They all hate me." I sighed and he kept putting on bandages on my leg until all my scars and wounds were covered.

I said, sliding down the wall until I landed on the ground. “Shit. Is this because you threw up?” He asked. “I think it has something to do with it, yeah. I feel really weak right now.” I said. “My men are being attacked.” He said. “And if I push myself right now, it will only do worse than good.” I said, having trouble breathing. “Shit. You are really sick.” He said. “I don’t know what’s wrong.” I said. “Has this ever happened before?” He asked.