Hue in my Dreams (Hue Series #2)

Hue #25

Hue #25

Layshana’s POV

“I–I told you to leave,” Luchen said in a broken voice while leaning on the hospital bed.

Katatapos lang ng radiotherapy niya and he’s experiencing some after effects. Bitbit ko naman ang mga pinamili ko na prutas at pagkain mula sa grocery. Ayon kay Kuya Luka ay hindi naman kailangan na manatili siya sa hospital dahil maari ang appointment sa kanya pero ginusto ni Luchen na sa hospital na lang para iwas issue na rin sa mga fans na makikita siya na pabalik-balik.

He didn’t want the fans to know about it, so the management decided that they would be on a hiatus until he had recovered. Nilipat na rin siya sa VVIP floor kahapon. Safe naman siya dahil may pinirmahan na NDA ang mga staff ng ospital.

“O, tapos?” pambabara ko sa kanya. “Anong gagawin mo?”

“G-go back to L.A.” Nagmamakaawa ang boses niya. “G-go. I don’t need you.”

Hindi ko pinansin ang sinabi niya dahil wala naman siyang choice. Akala niya ba ay siya lang ang matigas ang ulo? Sus, asa naman siya.

Pinatong ko sa table ang mga dala ko at lumapit sa kanya para mas lalo siyang maasar na nasa harapan niya ako. Masyadong magaling umarte, e, dapat sa kanya ay artista at hindi singer.

“Z-zeshana…” He tried to get up, probably to send me away, but he’s just too weak.

Nahawakan niya ang laylayan ng shirt ko at sinubukan na itulak ako ngunit napagod din siya at sumuko.

“If you want me to leave, you need to push harder. Perhaps, drag me out of this room and send me to the airport,” paghahamon ko sa kanya. “But in your current state, I doubt you can do that.”

“Z-zeshana.” He tried to shout, but it didn’t work.

I smirked. “See? You cannot even use your voice. Kawawa ka naman.”

Sa sobrang asar niya dahil hindi siya makapagsalita ng maayos ay hinagis niya ang unan sa akin.

I laughed. “Put more effort, love. Hindi masakit, e.”

Naiwan sa ere ang kamay niya na may hawak na unan. Muling ibabato sana ngunit napatigil siya sa pagtawag ko ng love. He turned to the other direction, hiding his emotions—the fact that he was about to cry.

“L.A.?” He slowly asked, pertaining to the American Film Institute.

“I dropped out—”

Hinagis niya lahat ng unan niya sa akin. Nanatili ako na nakatayo at nakatitig sa kanya nang may malungkot na ngiti. I want to approach him and give him a hug but I was a bit scared that it might hurt. I don’t pity him. I felt regret because I wasn’t there…kaya nandito na ako.

Hindi ako papayag na siya lang mag-isa. Pwede naman na kaming dalawa. Bakit ba kasi ang arte-arte niya?

“I told you…” pagalit na sabi niya. Dinampot ko lahat ng unan na hinagis niya saka ako dahan na dahan na umupo sa gilid ng kama niya at nilagay ang mga ito sa tabi niya.

“Yeah, you told me that I should not lose my dream for you.” I smiled at him.

Never in my life have I imagined that I would be choosing a man over my dreams. My younger self would probably cringe at the thought, but the mature me knows that our dreams can wait. It may take a little longer to have it, but it stays for us.

“You would regret it.”

I shook my head and held his hand. “I won’t regret it, love.”

“Go back…” parang bata na sabi niya. “S-sige na, huh? G-go back. K-kuya Luka told me were supposed to do a film in Hollywood and you—”