Heart Reaching You

EPILOGUE

Garithel Ram's POV

"Do we really have to go?" I asked my mom while staring at the huge golden gate of our mansion here in Manila. It's been 14 years since we live in our mansion, but today, we're going to migrate at my grandparents hometown. As it was stated in my grandpa's last wish na tumira kami sa bahay nito, kung saan nila pinalaki si mom. At ngayon, kailangan naming tumira roon upang maranasan ko rin daw ang manirahan sa mansyon ng mga Montixerde sa probinsya, my Mom's home, to be precise.

"Yes, Ram, darling. We have to. Besides, that province is where I originally came from. Doon ako lumaki. Ang Dad mo lang naman ang taga rito sa Manila."

And that was why I transferred at MNHS as we got to my mom's province, Matnog. At first, I experienced anxiety as I was not familiar of this place. I'm homesick. I see plants, flowers, plenty of huge trees and wooden houses. There are also mountains, a view of a volcano, palayan, kalabaw, at iba pa. Marami ang nakita kong mga bagay na hindi ko nakita sa Manila. I was very anxious, hindi ko kabisado ang mga daan and I don't even know someone who lives here.

I was fond of walking alone outside at night when I am showered by my own thoughts, kaya lumabas ako ng mansyon wearing only a black hoodie and shorts. My bodyguards then tailed me from the mansion but they stopped when I ordered them not to follow me.

"I just want to buy something at the near store. I won't get lost," I reasoned. Wala naman silang nagawa kundi ang sundin ang utos ko.

I simply walked on the side of the road.  I was not wearing my glasses because it was cracked when we're on our way here in the province. But I wear a pair of contact lens so that I can still see clearly. It was nine in the evening, when the rain poured, tumakbo ako sa malapit na store para magpatila ng ulan.

Ilang saglit pa, I saw two girls running under the pouring rain. Kapwa sila tumakbo palapit dito sa store kung nasaan ako nakatayo. I don't really care about them, lalo na no'ng sumilong din sila gaya ko, but I noticed the morena girl, with shoulder-length brown wavy hair and has barbie doll like eyes. She was pale and was barely standing beside me. She's wearing a baggy t-shirt and loose pants that was already wet.

Is she sick?

"Shems. We're basang-basa na, girl!"

"A-Alis na tayo, Herza. D-Do'n ka na muna sa 'min.."

"Ay, really?"

"Oo. T-Tara na... basa naman na tayo, eh."

I pretended that I was not hearing their conversation, that I didn't notice the morena girl's sick. I just wanted the rain to stop so that I can continue walking, babalik na 'ko sa 'min.

"Oka— wait. Are you okay lang ba, bhie?" the girl with a shoulder-length black hair and chinita eyes asked worriedly. Halos katabi ko lang sila so I noticed that they were smaller than me. Pareho rin silang mukhang basang sisiw.

"O-Okay lang..." the morena girl answered. Mukhang nanginginig na sa lamig.

"T-Tara na, Herza..."

The morena girl was about to walk but her knees became weak, at bago pa man siya bumagsak sa basang lupa, I immediately grabbed her. Isinandal ko siya sa 'kin.