Chapter 42: Comfort

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Annaliese

I don't know how long I've been hugging tita Gemma this tight. I can feel some eyes are still locked on us, but I don't care. Nanghihina na ako after that rash talk with that ateng pa-victim and her minions, and all I want right now is to release yung mga nararamdaman ko after she said these words to my face.

Paano kaya niya masabi na wala DAW akong PAKE sa Pinas? Dahil lang ba sa tingin niya ay kung iboboto ko sina sir Marcos and his tandem - ay magiging doomed na ang mga mangyayari sa ating bansa? Bruh. Baka nalimutan niya; kahit sino yung leader ng isang bansa - whether it be in a first world o third world; job loss, wars, debts, poverty, disasters are just... inevitable.

(inevitable - adj. certain to happen; unavoidable.)

Lalo na't tinuruan kami tuwing pagsamba - mula PNK hanggang sa pagtanda - na pinapanguna agad yan ng Biblia yung mga magaganap pag malapit na ang Judgment Day(araw ng Paghuhukom in Filipino). So I wouldn't be surprised na isisisi nila kay whoever-won-as-President sa mga problema nila. Nakakairita kasi. Sobrang nakakairita.

I wanna slap, punch her face, or just start a fight for all I care. Pero I wouldn't allow my emotions got in me. Baka kung gagawin ko man yun, then they'll blame me for it when it was THEM who started this mess. #playingthevictimcard

Lalo na yung cellphone ko. Binasag lang niya tapos inaapak pa niya dahil lang sa 'di ako nakikinig o umaagree sa mga bina-blabber niya and even have the nerve to say na BINASAG KO RAW yung PHONE NIYA when it's actually MINE? Sayang kasi sa time, and all I want right now is a peaceful lunch with tita Gemma.

Salamat naman sa Ama na may tita ako na marunong lumaban with class and respect. Love ya, tita! ❤️😭

"Shhh... sige lang, baby. Ilabas mo lang yan, ha." pagkahigpit ng yakap ni tita sa akin sabay hinahagod niya yung likod ko.

"G-Gusto k-ko na pong m-magalit s-sa kanila po, t-tita. Nakakainis, e-eh!" I sobbed softly, "Pero a-ayoko! B-Baka s-sa akin pa po nila isisisi, eh!" dagdag ko habang niyakap ko pa siya ng mahigpit.

She sighed, while wiping my tears gamit ng panyo niya, "Ganun talaga, Anna. 'Di mo talaga maiiwasan ang mga ganyang sitwasyon. Tao ka din. Natural lang na magtitimpi tayo, and you have the right to feel these way. M'kay?" tumango naman ako riyan.

"Pero, tulad ng tinuro namin sa'yo: na kahit hindi sila naging mabait sa'yo, don't ever stop being a good person. Ang Ama na ang bahala sa kanila, m'kay?" walang tigil sa paghahagod ng likod ko si tita Gemma.

"Mh-hmm..." I nodded. "Thanks po." sabi ko naman.

Dahan-dahan naman kumawala sa yakap si tita sabay hinaplos niya yung buhok ko, "Okay ka na? Hmmm? We can have our lunch naman dun sa Music Department. I know you're still embarassed dun sa kanina." suggestion ni tita.

"Uhmm..." napapaisip ako dun ng ilang seconds, "nope." I shook my head, "Dito na lang po. I'm okay na." I smiled lightly, then held her hands.

"Welp, lunch in here as it is." and we chuckled, "Ohh! I'll gonna get our orders na kanina pa naiwan dun sa counter," 

"Sure po," at tumungo naman dun sa serving counter as said. 

Kinuha ko muli yung cellphone ko, and yep. The screen is lit cracked. Looked almost like a spider's web.

Buy a new one? Or ipa-repair na lang?

Welp, wala na kaming magagawa dun. Nandyan na nga, eh. Gained experience, eme-

"Lunch's ready!" tita Gemma brought the tray with our meals on the table.

"Yum! Finally!" I laid my cracked phone on the table as we cited our grace and began to eat.

Napatigil sa kakain si tita when she saw my phone with it's cracked screen.

"Did she-"

I sighed heavily and nodded, "Eyup. She even had the audacity po na magsabi na ako raw po yung nagbasag ng phone niya." napairap lamang ako dun habang kinuwento ko yun sa kanya.

Tita carefully laid her palm on the screen and slid it carefully, "It is badly damaged. Tapos inaapakan pa niya?" she asked, half-upset.

I nodded.

Then the rest of the meal is filled with me ranting about kanina, excited para sa darating na special na okasyon ng Iglesia, and other random topics.

Gosh, what a noon I'm having.

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