My Husband's Rival

MHR : 17

CHAPTER 17

EIRLYS

                   I CAN HEAR them whispering. Kahit hindi pa bumabalik ang lakas ko ay alam kong may mga tao sa paligid ko. I can hear them fighting in silent para siguro hindi maabala ang tulog ko.

"You intentionally pushed her, huh?" Rinig ko ang gigil na boses na 'yon.

Wala akong narinig na sagot. Nanatili akong nakapikit.

Pakiramdam ko, ang bigat bigat ng katawan ko at pagod na pagod din.

"We should call her family—"

"We are her family, Duke. Do not make a move. Alam mo ba ang gagawin ni Dereck Rivera kapag nalaman niya ang nangyari kay Eirlys? They will blow our heads off." It was Papa's voice... "At ikaw Draven, ano ba talagang nangyayari sainyong mag-asawa? You are making my head hurt all the time!"

"Pa, please..."

It was Draven's voice!

Unti unti akong dumilat.

Nasa hospital ako. But hindi sa hospital ng aming pamilya. Where are we?

"Eirlys..."

Someone approached me. Tinignan ko kung sino 'yon. It was Draven. I want to slap and shout on him, but my throat and body didn't let me. Para bang pagod na pagod ako.

Naalala ko pa, nakasinghot at nakainom ako ng tubig sa pool kanina. I almost... died.

Holy fuck. I almost died!

My tears fell. Tsaka ko lang naramdaman ang takot. Muntik na akong mamatay! Nalunod ako! Draven didn't bother to look at me. I saw him jump on the water ngunit para lang kunin ang phone niya. Ni hindi niya ako inisip.

"Hija, anong nararamdaman mo?" Draven's father's face showed up. He suddenly looked worried.

Is he really worried? Kung gano'n, bakit hindi niya papuntahin sina Dad dito? And I heard him earlier!

"Duke, tumawag ka ng doctor," Utos nito sa anak.

I swallowed hard, hoping that I will be able to talk. "I-I want t-to see my m-mother," Hirap kong sabi.

Nagkatinginan naman silang dalawa ni Draven.

Papa smiled awkwardly. "Hija, I know that you are overwhelmed right now. We can't call you parents now since you just woke up and slightly confused. You might say something to them that could ruin us."

Oh, come on. 'Yon parin ang iniisip niya?

I glanced at Draven. My tears fell even more. I'm trembling and raging so bad.

"Y-your bastard s-son is c-cheating on m-me," I said, trembling.

The old man swallowed hard and glared at Draven bago bumalik ang tingin sakin. "We can still talk about this, right?"

He wants to to fix this first for what? Ah, yeah. Hanggang ngayon ay hindi parin nila nakukuha ang hustisya sa pagkawala ng asawa niya.

I was about to protest nang bumukas ang pinto ng hospital room ko. A doctor showed up.

"How are you feeling, Mrs. Blanco?"

He took a quick check on me.

"E-everything hurts. M-my body. M-my throat." I said.

He nodded. "We checked you earlier while you were sleeping. Mabuti na lang at marunong mag CPR ang asawa mo, Mrs. Blanco. Konti na lang ang liquids na nakuha namin mula sayo kanina. You're perfectly fine. Gano'n din ang baby. Though, you need to be more careful,"