Eight Words Love Story

Epilogue

Ross!

A loud yell in my head wake me up. Sigaw ng isang taong hindi ko kilala, malakas at puno ng takot. Ross, what does it mean?

The white ceiling where my eyes first darted at looks pale to me. Masakit ang ulo ko, na parang may mabigat na nakapatong doon.

I looked around to find where I am, who I am, and what I am doing there. Beside me is the monitor. I have all this equipment and tubes on my body and I can't even move my fingers.

Dalawang lalaki ang nakatayo sa harapan ng pintuan. My eyes are half closed. I can see them with blurry vision, but I can hear them clearly.

"He will wake up soon. I want you to get ready, he had a severe injury on his head. He may or may not remember you or even himself. Amnesia can occur, especially since his head was affected."

It was the doctor. He is facing someone but I can only see his back. Nakasuot ito ng itim na suit at ang kakulay noong pantalon.

"How long will it last? Will it be permanent?" The man in a suit asked the doctor.

"Not really. Permanent retrograde amnesia rarely to occur unless the brain is severely damaged. However, it varies from person to person and we can't give you an exact duration of how long he might not remember anything from his past. It can be just months but it can also reach years, or worst, permanent. But in his case, I believe he'll recover from it quickly," mahabang sagot ng doktor.

Tumango ang lalaki sa kaniya. They talked a lot about someone. I didn't thought it was me until the man went  inside. He sat beside me. Sinuri niya ang mukha ko. Gising ako ngunit sarado ang mata kaya inakala nitong tulog ako.

I opened my eyes to see him well. Kumunot ang noo ko sa kirot na naramdaman nang subukan kong kilalanin ang tao.

"Who are you?"

Ngumiti siya sa akin at hinipo ang noo ko. Umiwas ako nang bahagya upang iparating sa kaniyang hindi ko 'yon nagustuhan.

"I'm your Dad, Ross," sagot niya.

"Who's Ross?"

He smiled again but I didn't like it either. It didn't look genuine to me.

"Ikaw si Ross. You got into an accident that's why you can't remember anything. I'll get the doctor for you, wait a minute."

I watched him leave the room. Confused by what he said, my eyes wandered around the room. If he's my Dad, do I at least have a Mom to confirm it?

Ako si Ross? Ibig ba sabihin, the yell earlier was for me? May kasama ba ako sa aksidente? Sino ang sumigaw?

The doctor came to check me. Wala akong naramdaman kung hindi pagkirot ng ulo. Lumipas ang mga araw, pangalan ko lang ang alam ko.

The next thing I knew, I'm in America.

Para akong nag-aaral, inaalam ko ang mga bagay tungkol sa akin na hindi ko maalala. It's like a subject I need to pass for me to know who I am.

My father told me everything I need to know about myself. Although it feels like I know myself, the feeling of being lost still lingers inside me.

"This is your room. I asked our maid to organize it but if you wish to reorganize or change something, let me know." He left after patting my shoulder with a wide smile plastered on his lips.

He's a bit weird. Hindi ko pa rin nakukumbinsi ang sarili kong Tatay ko siya at anak niya ako. And what's my name again? Ross? It sounds rude and dorky.

Pinasadahan ko ng tingin ang kabuuan ng kuwarto. Grey, black, and white makes the room look dim. Hindi naman sa ayaw ko ang mga kulay, it just feels like it's not this dark before. But how did I know? I don't remember anything.