"Mom, please." Why can't you spare your own daughter a goddamn minute already? I promise, I'll be quick. You shouldn't be marrying that lowlife. No, I wouldn't let you. "We really need to talk."
Kanina ko pa sinusubukan makapasok sa kwarto na inokupa nila dito sa second floor ng hotel. I've been trying to usher my way in, but the staff keeps on intervening. They wouldn't let me near my own mother. I know that they're busy, inaayusan pa kasi nila si Mom. Still, there has to be some exemptions. Hindi din naman ako mag tatagal. Importante lang talaga na makausap ko siya.
"Baby." Mom glanced at me, her eyes pleading. "Not now."
Napairap ako. If not now, then when? Kapag nakatali ka na naman sa isang lalaki na sa umpisa palang, niloloko ka na? If I can't convince you now to stop this foolishness, I'm pretty sure I'll regret this for the rest of my life. Marrying a cheating bastard the second time around, that's gonna destroy you for good. Once is enough.
"Jia.." I know it's disrespectful to call your own mother by her first name, well, I don't care anymore. She knows I'm dead serious whenever I call her that. "I swear. This is really important."
Perhaps today just isn't my lucky day. Normally naman kapag nag first name basis na ako kay Mom, makikinig na siya. It used to work all the time. Untill it didn't. I guess she's too preoccupied with pre-wedding day blues to even care to what I have to say.
"Can't you see? I'm gonna be late for my own wedding." She said, hint of irritation now very evident on the tone of her voice. I tried to dismiss it, as well as the frustrated sigh that follows. "Kung ano man 'yan. Tell me some other time, Abby."
The coldness on her voice, her lack of concern sa mga gusto kong sabihin, my own mother motioning for me to leave her the fuck alone, well, they certainly made me feel shit.
For a second there, I almost lost my self-control. I was even on the verge of opening my mouth. Gustong gusto ko ng ipag sigawan sa sarili kong ina na may ibang babae yung magiging asawa niya. Kahit may iba pang tao na makarinig.
If only someone didn't grab my arm, eventually stopping me from blurting out things that will made things worse, I may have done it already. Hindi naman araw araw level-headed ako. I allow myself to make mistakes.
"Gaile.." I looked at the girl beside me. Hindi ko alam na sinundan niya pala ako. The look on her eyes tells me that she knows what's going on. The way she's gripping my right arm reminded me that whatever it is that's happening, it isn't about me. "Huwag dito. May ibang tao."
I nodded at her, even managed to smile a little. Thank God, I have Santi. If it weren't for her, I may have made a scene already. May mga media pa naman sa area. Baka makarating pa sa kanila. Pag pipiyestahan na naman nila ang katangahan ni Mom sa pag pili ng asawa. Just like what they did when she announced her annulment with Samuel. Media really has a way on twisting stories, making it seem like the victim is to be blamed. Ang dami pa nilang idinagdag na wala naman katotohanan.
"You guys.." Pinag tuturo ko isa isa yung mga make up artists at hairstylists na busy sa pag aayos kay Mom. Tinanguan ko naman yung iba pang staff sa room as I motioned for them to get out. "Give me a minute with my mother."
Hindi sila kaagad sumunod. Sa halip ay tumingin muna sila sa bride, waiting for what she has to say. As expected, nag matigas pa din siya. Told the staff to continue what they're doing sabay baling sa akin. "Stop bothering them and please go away, Abby!"
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