My Husband's Rival

MHR : 29

CHAPTER 29

EIRLYS

                 INALIS KO ANG ilang tuyong dahon sa paligid ng puntod ng anak ko. I caressed my baby's tomb. I forced myself to smile even though my heart is breaking.

Kanina pa ako nandito at nagpapalipas ng oras.

Draven said last night that he was in love with me. Hindi ko alam kung maniniwala ako. Maybe sinabi niya lang ‘yon dahil takot siyang iwanan ko siya.

Yes, he's just lying. Because if he really loves me, he wouldn't even dare to look for someone else.

And if ever he is really in love with me, then that's good. I could hurt him more. Sana ng ay totoong mahal niya ako para mas masaktan ko siya sa oras na malaman niyang niloloko ko siya.

"Do you hate mama?" I asked my child. "Mama's doings aren't the things you should be proud of, baby. I'm sorry if I'm giving you this kind of scenery up there. I just want to satisfy myself,"

Kumirot ang dibdib ko. Isa ang anak ko sa mga rason kung bakit tinutuloy ko ito. The image of Draven fucking his girlfriend while I was suffering because of the lost of our child is making my blood boil.

Sa t'wing naiisip ko ‘yon, mas na-iinspired akong gumanti.

Hinaplos ko muli ang lapida ng aking anak.

Asher Hart R. Blanco

We really don't know the gender of my baby, but malakas ang pakiramdam ko na lalaki ito. Nang ipanganak ko kasi ito ay hindi pa nadedevelop ang gender.

"Let me finish what I started, baby. I promise, after this... I will leave everything behind."

Katulad noon, mabigat parin ang dibdib ko nang umalis sa puntod ng anak ko.

May lakad ako ngayon—kami ni Draven. He accepted Mommy's out of the country gift for us. Ngayon ay gustong kumain ni Draven sa isang restaurant bago kami mamili ng mga babaunin namin.

I received a message from Xelios earlier this morning and he told me to meet him tonight, but I couldn't make it since I promised Draven a date.

Dumiretsyo ako sa restaurant kung saan kami ni Draven. Isang oras na akong late, but I don't care. Siya lang naman ‘to.

I saw him at the corner, sipping his tea. Mukhang kanina pa siya naiinip. Of course, sinong hindi Isang oras din akong late. And I am not sorry.

"I'm so sorry!" 'Yon agad ang eksena ko nang kunwaring nagmamadali akong lumapit sakanya.

Nag-angat siya ng tingin sakin at mistulang kuminang ang mga mata niya nang makita ako. Ngumiti ako sakanya at humalik sa kanyang pisngi.

"Hey..." He smiled at me. "What took you so long?"

Awkward akong ngumiti sa asawa. "I was with my sister. She asked for help kasi. I'm sorry," I reached for his hand.

"Your sister?" Kumunot ang noo niya. Tumango ako rito. "Why didn't you tell me, then?"

I sighed. "Lowbat na ang phone ko. I'm sorry, babe,"

Fuck! Babe?! Saan ko naman nakuha ang tawag na ‘yon?!

Nakita kong natigilan siya. "I'm sorry, hindi mo na gusto ang tinawag ko sayo? Hindi ko na—"

"No, it's okay. I... I love it," Namula pa ang pisngi nito.

Last night, when he told me that he's in love with me, hindi ko na siya nasagot pa. I just comforted him. Ano naman kasing isasagot ko sakanya? I don't feel the same way.