Glimpse (Hidden Series 5)

VII

:::::>>> Rizal, Philippines

7 months later.

              I'm sore down in my legs, I  don't feel comfortable at all. My swollen tummy feels like heavy today, uhmm yeah I got pregnant after that happened. When I first learned about it I don't know what to do, I also delete all of my account I hide from them. I even change my number, I am ashamed of what happened and now I have a souvenir this little baby in my tummy. My family knows about this and asked me to go back with them, but I told them that maybe on my 8th month I'll go back. But now that I don't feel well, I want to punch myself for doing it. I feel sudden cramming on my hip and my baby is jerking, I reach for my phone and call my mom, it keeps on ringing but she won't answer it. So, I try to call her again, I almost fall when I feel more pain and contraction. I pray, and call my mom again. After 5 rings she picks it up, I sob between my words,thankfully she understand me. She calls an ambulance and tolds me to hold on, she is coming. After I put the phone down an unbearable pain go and I push, laying on the wooden floor I pull the blank on the sofa and put it under my ass and push my baby, I heard it's cry, as the ambulance come, and then I fainted.

             I wake up in the hospital and my mom and dad is beside my bed. I asked them where's my baby, they exchange glances and told me to clam down. But hearing that makes me more worried. They explain that when the ambulance arrive my baby is not breathing, they can't do anything. They burried it beside my grandparents grave. I cried and don't want to believe it. I want to sleep again cause this might a dream.

            After I got discharged, we go on my baby's grave. My baby, I cried and cried until I can't anymore. My dad manage to pull me to go home.

           Months later and I just sulk myself on misery. I don't know where life is taking me, I just heard my parents are whispering that they need to withdraw from their savings, they want me to undergo to therapist. I look outside my window, what am I doing to myself? Do I want to die? Is this what I want for real? I stand up and watch myself on the mirror, I laugh at the sight infront of me. A big circles around my eyes, eyebags that looks like a stuffy baggage, a messy hair, chopped lips and even a dry face. I look haggard into it's highest form. I decide to be better as of today, my baby doesn't want to have a mother that is mess and looks awful.

           I get my robe and runs to the bathroom, I turn the shower and run warm water down my body, I hear a knock,"Yes?!" I shout, "Are you ok there, dear?" My mom checking me. "I am ok and I wanna run a good bath," and turn back taking a long nice bath. When I felt my palm is wrinkled I decide to stop and go back to my room. I dry my hair and think I might get a hair cut and color it, for a change. I put a small amount of make up and get grab comfy dress, the sun is shining brightly so I pick my aviator.  And head out my room, I asked my dad if he can send me in the nearest saloon, my dad looks at my mom confused. I grin and go out and wait for my dad. The ride was quiet but I don't mind, I need to plan my life again. He park and points at the saloon, I kiss his check and rushes to go to saloon.

           The hairstylist looks at my hair and suggest treatments and things he thinks could survive my waist length hair. I definitely agree, after he soak my hair in the foamy cream he massage my scalp and it relaxes me I guess I fall in sleep, that's why he is shaking me lightly to wake me up. He said it's time to rinse my hair. After rinsing it he comb and brush it we agree to cut it in V-cut layered from shoulder lenght to bra line. He dry it and continue brushing it, he says he can put some waves on the ends and color it in red-brown ocre, I agree and the process takes too long I order Chinese food for our lunch, he buys us milktea around the corner. We get along and I just laugh or talk to him little, he is the first person I talked to after my misery. I like him, gays are really awesome person to talked to. After lunch he excuse himself to smoke outside. I just check my phone and see my mom miss calls, I take photo of myself and send it to her. And now, I search for a job that can take my time, diversion is all I need. I keep on browsing and pinned what I think it's good and suits me, I didn't realized that ,Meagan my hairstylist is behind me until he says, "ooohh you're looking for work? I had a friend who need a secretary in his office, would you like to try?" He offers me, of course I like it so I asked his assistance. We proceed to coloring the half part of my hair and after this a keratin treatment.  By the time we are done, it's almost dark, I get most of his time so after I pay on the counter I give him a good tip, he says it's too much but I told him to give me his number, he gasps, "I'm not into girls, aren't you know?" I laugh, "of course I know idiot, but I  just want you to be my friend at least and you know the job you're telling me earlier," grinning at him. He type his number on my phone and tell him goodbye.

             I go to grocery store and get an ice-cream, and head home.
My mom look at me like I've rised the dead. We ate dinner and talks about my plan. After dinner I search for more job and send them my resume. And I decide to sleep and tomorrow again. As I about to lay down I saw a text message from unknown number. I open it, and it says that I have an interview 9 am tomorrow, telling me the requirements I need to bring, attire for it and also the location. And another message pop and it says, look for Mrs. Eliana Prakash. What a surname, huh? I just reply, a thank you and noted to it and lay on my bed. Sleep comes easily.