Heart of Diamond (Heart Series #5)

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Precious Snow

“Argh! Simour! I hate you so much!” sigaw ko habang umiiri.

My hips and my stomach is aching so bad. Ramdam kong lalabas na si baby pero hindi ko alam kung bakit kailangan ko pang umiri ng ganito. Sobrang hirap at sobrang sakit.

“Simour! Fuck you, you asshole! This is all your fault!” Halos maluha sa tindi ng pag-iri ko para lang mailabas si baby.

It has been two years since we got married, now here I am suffering inside the delivery room with Simour beside me holding my hand as if it could help ease the pain I’m feeling.

I told him years ago that there might be a chance of me not getting pregnant again because of the miscarriage that had happened to me in the past. He told me that we still should try and if ever that God would not really give us another baby, then we should just be contented with what we have.

Just like what he told me, we tried. And surprisingly, I got pregnant. It was miracle for us since the doctor told me that I wouldn’t be pregnant after this pregnancy. Maselan rin ang pagbubuntis ko. It was risky that I should eat a healthy and better food, I should be careful with my actions and I must listen to what the doctor says. Good thing is that Simour was beside me all those times. I was able to save our baby from it’s danger.

It was somewhat drastic for me as well knowing that I wouldn’t be able to give him more kids that he wished for. However, I am lucky that he is contented with our baby Precy.

“Simour! Simour! It hurts so bad!” tili ko habang mahigpit na kumapit sa kamay niya.

“Nasasaktan rin ako, babe. Literal na nasasaktan ako. Ang hahaba ng mga kuko mo, eh,” aniya.

Bahagya akong tumingin sa kanya. Only to see my nails digging on his palms.

“Well, you deserve that!” asik ko. “Argh! Aray ko! Argh! Doc, wala pa rin ba?”

“Wala pa rin, Mrs. Villegas. You need to push even harder to let her out. I still can’t see her head,” ani ng babaeng doctor.

Muli akong umiri. “Argh! S-Super sakit na! Bakit wala pa rin?! Oh my gosh! Argh!”

Ramdam ko ang paulit-ulit na paghaplos ni Simour sa mga palad ko. Paulit-ulit niya itong hinahalikan saka bumubulong siya na kaya ko.

“I will never forgive you for this, Simour! I will never forgive you!” tili ko. “Argh! Ang sakit-sakit na!”

“Push even harder, Mrs. It’s starting to open,” ani ng doctor.

Mas lalo akong nagtitili. Buhok na naman ni Simour ang napag-initan ko at doon kumapit.

“Argh! Aray ko!”

“A-Aray ko, babe! Ang buhok ko!” reklamo niya sabay hawak sa kamay kong nasa buhok niya.

“Subukan mong tanggalin ang kamay ko, Simour and I will kill you! You don’t know how painful this situation is!” asik ko. “Argh! Argh! Ouch!”

“S-Sabi ko nga pero—aray, aray, babe! Aray ko! Babe, ang anit ko!” aniya.

“I don’t care about your anit, you asshole!” sigaw ko. “Argh! Argh! Aray ko!”

“There you go, Mrs. Push even harder, I can see the baby’s head,” pag-mo-motivate sa akin ng doktora.

“Doc, malapit na ba iyang lumabas? Pwede bang bilisan mo diyan? Ang sakit-sakit na ng anit ko, eh,” wika ni Simour.

“Hintay-hintay ka lang diyan, Mr. Tsaka hindi ako ang maglalabas sa bata, iyong asawa mo. Naghihintay lang ako rito na lumabas,” ani ng doctor.