Tamed: The 8th Hiñago (HS#01)

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Argument

The vision lasted like a blink. The next time opened my eyes, bumalik rin sa normal ang paningin ko. I'm pretty sure that I'm not hallucinating. I'm not drunk either.

Tarrie and I already talked about this random moment where my eyes see things whenever I'm inside a spiritual place or sanctuary.

"I've seen it again, Tarrie," imporma ko sa kanya matapos ang worship night.

She beamed at me. "Just like before?"

Tumango ako. "Just like before."

My cousins and I  were talking when suddenly, Tarrie gasped and poked my arm. "Pastor Elijah is coming towards this direction."

Napakagat ako ng labi. I forgot that pastor Elijah and Denise's mother is here. May kasama pa silang kaedaran lang rin ng tatay ko. Hawig ni Denise ang lalaki, I guessing that's her Dad. The she told me about when we were in Zamboanga.

Mabilis akong sumalubong at nagmano sa kanilang lahat. Josue was on the side. Mouthing something to me. Kulang na lang sigawan niya ako eh. 'Si Papa to!'

Palihim akong tumango sa kanya at naging alisto.

"Damian, buti nakapunta ka na talaga rito?" ngumiti si Pastor Elijah.

"Malapit lang po pala to sa SouthWest eh," I scratched my nape. 

"You should come by often," ngiti niya. "Laging tumutugtog si Denise rito. Nga pala, nakilala mo naman na ang Mama ni Denise. This is her father," Inakbayan ni Pastor Elijah ang katabi niya.

Agad akong kinabahan. Nanlamig ang kamay ko habang pilit na ngumingiti sa tatay niya. Wala namang akong ginagawang masama. I just feel nervous, this is her father for God's sake.

"Good evening sir," bati ko. "Damian po." 

Her father was confused. "Paulo." Nilingon niya si Pastor. "Who is he?"

Matagal bago sumagot si Pastor Elijah. I even thought that, baka mabulyaso pa ako. He's always honest you never know... he might blurt it out casually.

"Si Atty. Damian," Pastor tapped my shoulder. "Apo ni Don Hiñago."

"Kaibigan siya ni Deborah, Dennis," imporma naman ni Tita Loisa, at nginitian ako. 

"Ikaw ba yung... kasama ni Denise dati sa Zamboanga? Yung may-ari ng Honda Civic?"

"Zamboanga?" umarko rin ang kilay ni Tita Loisa. "Magkasama kayo dati sa Zamboanga, Damian?"

"Naalala ko na," Pastor Elijah snapped his fingers. "That was true?"

Nanlaki ang mata ko sa tanong niya. How could he know? I never met him while we were in Zamboanga. Akala ko ay magigisa ako sa oras na iyon. 

Handa naman na akong sabihin ang totoo pero mabuti na lang at dumating agad si Denise sa gilid ko. Hindi ko kasi alam... baka magalit nanaman si Den sa akin sa kung anong sasabihin ko. 

"Pa?" it was Denise's voice saving me.

"Siya yung kasama mo dati diba? Yung naghahatid sayo palagi?"

"Opo," Denise smiled at her father. "Binibisita niya rin kasi yung family niya nasa Zamboanga noong panahon na iyon."

"Chavacano?" Her father then proceeded to speak in Chavacano. It sounded like a broken Spanish. Hindi ko talaga maintindihan ang iba niyang sinasabi. I could pick up some words though, but not much. Even though I grew up in Zamboanga. My mother never really spoke to me in Chavacano, it was always Bisaya, Tagalog, and English. The most common was English.