No Letting Go

Chapter 96 The Jersey, The Gown and The Tamarind Candies

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Chapter 96: The Jersey, The Gown and The Tamarind Candies

"Kuya Ray, care to join us for breakfast?" my sister-in-law Maine called out to me from the breakfast nook while my nephew gurgled a greeting, his hand making music with the Tiffany & Co. spoon I gave him for his birthday.

I let my sigh slip out my lips, Maine's question bringing me out of my reverie. My eyes turned to slits I saw what my nephew was wearing.
There was no mistaking it. Sebastian was wearing her gift. What I don't know if she was taunting me again or insulting me with the gift she left for my nephew last night.

I pasted a smile on my lips as I tried to push down the bitter bile that was rising up my throat. I can't deny the fact that he did look cute in the miniature version of my favorite rugby jersey.

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The front door noiselessly swung open after I put in my key in the lock. It has been a while since I last came back here. After I fled from the disastrous introductions, I've been caught up with work. Actually, I let myself be caught up with work; working overtime until my body gives up in exhaustion. I kid myself into believing that I have to make up for the leaves and duty swaps I incurred during our relationship.

Our relationship.. was it really over? The darkness inside the penthouse that stared back at me seem to scream that it was doomed even before it started. How can he love someone like me? I will bring nothing but shame. For the first time in my life, I was starting to regret being my mother's daughter. I closed my eyes as hot tears started to flow. My lonely footsteps echoed in the empty apartment as I walked into the darkness.

I parted his the sliding doors of his closet. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. A rueful smile crept up my lips as I remembered what he particularly told me when I invade his closet the last time I wore his clothes. I took one of his clothes from its hanger. I laid it on my arm as I allowed my hand to run over it.

"I was grinning because I find that my clothes suit you better."

I slipped on our favorite team's rugby jersey. Even through the layer of my clothing, I felt my skin tingle as the fabric of the sports jersey slid over my body. I rubbed my arms and hugged myself tight, wishing with all my might that it was his arms around me instead. My knees grew weak on me, forcing me to seek his bed.

I gingerly sat on the edge of the bed as my mind flooded me with memories, each one slicing me into shreds. On my knees I crept to his side of the bed, seeking comfort where I can, settling for the next best thing . . . the remnants of his scent and warmth.

"Ray.."

I burrowed deeper into the feather bed, seeking the only comfort I've known in my life. With his scent and warmth, enveloping me, I was in deep slumber in matter of seconds.

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I pinched my son's cheek. He just looked so darn cute in his new England national rugby union jersey. I wonder if the sports shops already carry rugby gears for his age. Well, if they don't, I'm sure that my husband will have them make one for our snookum. I nuzzled his cheeks and made funny noises which made him giggle and laugh.

"Mama!"

"Yes." I kissed both his hands. "Mama. Now, let's go and see
what's keeping Dada."