Fan Series #2; Unpredicted Dreams

5; I'm Her Dad

YELIMI

"Na-kidnap sya, so ano pa ang ginagawa 'nyo, chillin' like a villain?" I asked them and rolled my eyes, I don't really know why am acting like this, but all I can feel was anger, "They got your son, Ji, Zhubao. Why are you just sitting there?"

"Don't freak out, Yelimi. He won't hurt my son..." Jie said while munching her bowl of popcorn, she is watching movie with the others, so they are just chilling around while my nephew is at risk. "Blood is by blood, nothing can change that. Even him..."

"Ah talaga ba, naiisip mo ba 'kung kumain na si Yong? panigurado hindi nila pinapakain 'yon, pinahihirapan nila si Yong..." I spoke. "Now what can you say? Ano 'yon he just kidnapped him just to chill around? Obviously, he will make Yong suffer..."

She took the remote and turned off the TV, she gave me a sarcasm look but all I can see on her eyes was fear and sadness. I should've stayed quiet instead of confronting her, I realized, I am just his auntie, and she is the mother. What will hurt more than knowing your son was kidnapped and he is too far away from you and your husband.

"Do you hear yourself?" ,she asked.

"I'm sorry, jie masyado lang akong nadadala ng emosyon ko, masyadong magulo ang utak ko..." I lowered my head; my eyes weren't that tough to stare at her pain. "I don't know what I am saying, I was just carried away. Na-tatakot lang ako para sa anak mo..."

"Ano sa tingin mo ang nararamdaman ko noong nalaman ko na nawawala sya? What do you think I am feeling right now, Yel?" Her voice was broken, I am so guilty. "Lahat ng nararamdaman mo ay doble sa nararamdaman ko! Kung sabagay, you still don't know the feeling that your child is at risk..."

"Love, just let it go. Yel is just concerned to our son..." It was Ji, he held my sister's hand and caressed it. "Please?"

"Tangina lang kase, hindi lang kayo ang nasasaktan. Alalahanin nyo naman na ako ang nagdala ng siyam na buwan sa anak ko- anak natin, Ji. nahirapan ako sa bawat nagdaan na araw kaya huwag na huwag nyo akong huhusgahan na isa akong masamang ina..."

After she said those words, I felt something.

Not guilt.

Not afraid.

Not angry.

Not sad.

But I have to run at the sink and vomited a bit.

"Shit..." I said while using a mouth wash. "What was that..."

"Yel, are you okay? What do you feel?" It was her, my sister. "You just vomited, what did you feel. Is something wrong with you?"

I looked away.

But then something sinks in, last month. We did it, but didn't use any protection, am I pregnant?

"I-Its nothing, jiè."

"What's nothing with that, Yel? Hindi pwedeng walang dahilan yan, it will never be just nothing..." she said with a tone of anger.

"I said its nothing, huwag nyo akong alalahanin..." I wiped my face with water and walked away from them and whispered to myself, "I need to take a test, and if ever I am pregnant, I know he's the father because I have never slept with anyone but him..."

After taking three pregnancy tests to make sure it was not false, I found out that I am really pregnant, from him. I am really sure he is the father; but he isn't here, he left a month ago.

JI

It has been four months since Yelimi got pregnant, but still. We don't know who the father was because we cannot talk to her clearly, there is probably something wrong. She was hiding something from us.

"Yelimi, you need to tell us who, hindi pwedeng walang tatayong tatay sa magiging anak mo, I will not tolerate that..." Zhubao told her. "Just please tell us, tangina oh, do you want the fucking history to repeat itself?"

"How can I tell you when he also doesn't have an idea that he is going to be a father?" finally, she spoke, but not what we expected, that's too irresponsible, he doesn't even know he got Yel pregnant. It cannot be just an accident, "Hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko, wala sya dito..."

"What do you mean wala sya dito? Is he one of us here at the Dasha too?" I asked while looking at her, she immediately gave me a stare, maybe not expecting my words. "Tell us..."

"Yes..." her tears began to fall, "And it's not an accident because we intentionally did it, ginusto namin, hindi sya irresponsable, inuunahan ko na kayo. Pero kasi wala syang kaalam alam kaya ganito..."

"Call all of them..." Zhubao's voice made me alerted, so that I did gather all of them at the living room. In just a minute, Zhubao came out with Yelimi. "Who is the father?"

All of them gave her a confusing look, then it was Hang who got energy to talk back. "Why are you asking us?"

"The father is just here around, who is the father?" she repeated. "I am asking you, god dammit. Who is the father of this baby inside her womb?!"

"We don't know..." It was Zhixin, "I didn't have any intentions to make love with her because she don't like me, and I did the same..."

"Fuck it, I am asking the father, not you!" Zhubao yelled. "Just admit it, if one of you we're the father. Just please!"

"Can y'all please just tell us?" I asked. "This is for the baby, and for Yelimi. Father...and Husband is so important, and the baby cannot grow up without one..."

"Once again, who is the father of this baby?" Zhubao gave them a stare and all of them fought without any scared emotions on their eyes, "Who is the father of this baby..."

"Babe, maybe it's not one of them, they aren't complete. There is one missing..." I said after counting them, "They are just eleven, there should be twelve of them..."

Yelimi looked at me with a sad eye, maybe I was right. It was him; it was really him, he is the father of the baby, and no one can deny it, I know that Yelimi and him was dating for a year. But we did everything because we didn't want to have her forcing the two of them.

I am also guilty for hiding it from Zhubao.

They have been dating for almost one and a half year from now.

"Where is the father?!" Zhubao yelled. "Just please tell us who the father is. Just please, you don't know the feeling of growing up without the guide from your father, you don't know the feeling of craving for a father's love..."

The door suddenly opened as we saw him.

"Junhao..." Yel uttered.

"I am her, dad..."

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