H.
“You're in love with my son?” gikilig nga pangutana ni tita.
I awkwardly nod. Actually ganina pa sya sigeg pangutana ana.
Daghan namig na storyahan ni tita and I also found out that the doctor and nurses knew she's awake.
So si Zayd ra gyud ang wala pa kabalo.
And Tita's reason is,
“I love hearing my son talk about you. He is dearly obsessed with you so I chose to act sleeping when he is around.”
Tita is kinda weird person. Funny, naughty, and especially, talkative. Daghan na nuon kog nabal an about kay Zayd sa usa ka adlaw nga nag chika mi ni tita.
We both laughed and we also cried about her kwentos. Labaw na sa part nga gi open niya ang topic nga nahitabo sa ilaha before sya na comatose.
She cried and I was there to listen. Sakit daw gihapon kaayo bisan 3 years s'yang na-comatose, na saksihan niya ang kalisud ni Zayd.
And tita lost 2 of her love one's, si Zayd nalang ang naa sya.
That's why she was so happy the moment she heard Zayd talked about me. She can hear happiness in Zayd's voice.
Until tita wakes up a week ago. Mas clear na niyang nadungog ang mga confession ni Zayd.
Ika pila pa nag pa salamat si tita sa akoa kay naabot daw kos life ni Zayd. I helped him a lot daw.
Well, Zayd helped me a lot, too. He deserve the better part of the world, he's an angel sent from above.
An angel with a daddy feature. Chsr.
Then karon mura namig bestfriends ni tita mag chika. Dili sya mahutdan ug i-storya gud.
“Hickey..”
Nilingi ko ni tita kay ganina pa diay ko nag tulala.
“Po?”
“Is Zayd coming here tonight?” she asked.
“I'll call him tita.” ni smile usa ko ayha nigawas sa kwarto.
Gi check nako ang akong gi message kay Zayd ganinang hapon. Wala syay reply, siguro na tulog pa to sya.
Oversleep probably.
I decided to call him and he immediately pick it up with his husky voice. Namaak kos akong ngabil pagkadungog sa iyang ‘baby’.
Yes, Zayd, more babies to come. Chr.
Human namog storya sa phone call nibalik na ko sa sulod sa kwarto. Naa say mga nurse nga nanulod, ga dala sila ug cart.
Tita changed her hospital gown. I wonder kung hantud kanus'a sya mag act nga tulog sa atubangan ni Zayd.
Kakulit jud ani ni tita uy.
“Hickey..” she called me again. Ika wantawsan na jud ni sya nanawag sa akong ngalan ba.
“Po?” miduol ko ni tita.
Nang gawas na ang mga nurse tapos naa ra sila'y gi bilin nga tupper. Obviously foods ni.
“I can't hold a spoon, nak. Can you help me?” tita asked.
Nakasabot sad ko nga wala syay kusog kay tungod sa medicine nga gi turok sa iyaha.
Bisan nag mata na sya, need gihapon niya ang medicine. It's because tita's body still needs to be monitor.
I smile as I nod. “Sure tita.”
Gihungitan nako s'ya and helped her drink water. Nihinga syag lawm human niyag kaon.
Natulala rako kay tita.
“Oh God. I feel much better than the other day.” she mumble.
Nagtan aw rako niya. I couldn't help it but to stare at Tita's face.
She's Zayd's mom. She's Zayd's mother.
I bit my lower lip, thinking how much Zayd care for her. Wala ko ka bantay nga nihilak na diay ko.
Tita wiped something on my cheeks. “Aww~ why are you crying?”
I dry my cheeks too. Gipugngan na nako mo hilak pero tungod sa worried nga face ni tita kay nakahilak nuon kog samot.
I hug her as I burst out in tears. “I miss them..” hunghong nako.
”I miss my parents even though I never had the chance to bond with them.” I cried harder.
I felt Tita's hand, rubbing my back. Wala syay gi sulti but I can feel her embrace tighten.
“I longed for my mom's hug.. for my dad's forehead kisses. I longed for their care because.. because I never felt it. I couldn't remember it. Bisan ilang tingog dili na nako mahinumduman.. I missed them so much..” I said, crying.
Sakit kaayo huna hunaon, lisud kaayo hinumdomon kung unsay feeling mapaminawan ilang boses. Kung unsa ang ilang boses.
I'm so stupid to forget. I pity myself for forgetting my parent's voice.
Maka frustrate mag imagine kung unsay feeling sa iyang hug.
Gigakos nalang nako si tita hantud sa nahuman kog hilak. Nikalma na ko ug gi tan aw si tita. She cried too.
Pareho ming nang gi trapo sa among mga luha ug sip'on.
“Do you feel better?” tingog ni tita. Nitando ra ko.
Tita cupped my face and she pouted in front of me. “I'm here.. I can be your mom.”
Gihagkan ko niya sa agtang bago gi gakos usab.
We hugged again.
“Ma?”
Pareho mi ni tita nga na estatwa tungod sa ni tingog.
Hinay hinay ming ni lingi sa tao nga bag o rang sulod.
Oh God!
“Z-Zayd..” litok nako.
Tulala si Zayd sa atubangan namong duha. Nilingi ko ni tita ug kahilakon na sad syag usab.
Like what I saw on Tita's face, mao sad akong nakita sa reaction ni Zayd pag lingi nakog balik sa iyaha.
“Son..” tita called him.
Zayd has tears on his eyes, it flow down his cheeks. Sunod sunod nga nitulo iyang luha while na tulala sa iyang mama.
Murag bata nga nidagan sya padung kay tita ug nigakos. I felt his longing for his mom's embrace.
Namaak kos akong ngabil as I heard his loud sobs.
I knew he is very happy right now. His sobs say it all.
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