She Conceived A Morgan's Child

Chapter XX: Koda

Chapter XX

•Koda•

"Baka onna!"

"Otōsan! Onegaishimasu," I beg my father who was verbally and physically abusing my mom, but, what can a 9 years old boy do against his brutal father?

"I'm just disciplining your mom. You and your sister get out for the meantime," he said, but I was so afraid to go out. I was afraid na pagbalik ko ay wala ng buhay ang mama ko.

"Go... Mag-uusap lang kami ni Papa-".

"No!" I screamed but she called our nanny para ilabas kami sa bahay na'yon. Nagpupumiglas ako but even my dad's butler intervened.

"Onisān, mata okasān ni ai ni ikimasu ka?" My younger sister asked me if we'll be able to see mom again. I held my sister's hands while we were on a playground surrounded by body guards and nannies.

"Atode kanojo ni aou, yakusuko suro," I assured her despite having no assurance kung makakabalik kami na nandoon pa si Mama. Hindi kona napigilang maluha sa sobrang pag-aalala sa babalikan namin mamaya when someone suddenly handed me her handkerchief. We were sitting on a bench under a cherry blossom tree in a park in Tokyo.

"Are you ok?"

"You can't go to them where's your parents-"

I yelled at them again when they tried to take away the girl who tries to give me her handkerchief. She sat beside me, she's wearing a boots, pants, a furr coat because it was the first snow and a beret hat. She was taller than me. She had a round face, and her beauty and so much similar to a blooming sakura tree.

Pinunasan ko ang mga luha ko at hindi tinanggap ang handkerchief n'ya. I was just looking at her with no intent of talking when she grabbed my hand and handed me the handkerchief.

"Kon'nichiwa," she said with her stoic face.

"Nanishiteruno?" I asked her what she need.

"Oh please no cursing, I'm gonna tell you to mom-"

"Nani o itte iru?" What is she even saying. I'm not cursing at all.

"Uhm no Japanese. Uhmm... I speak English? You know English? Jusmiyo marimar why did I even go here? Sana pala hindi na ako naghanap ng kalaro."

My tears stopped from falling when I heard her. So she's a Filipino. She was scratching her head while looking at me, unbeknownst to her I understand what she was saying because I was half and basically grew up in Philippines.

"Nanay... How do I explain this? Okāsan? You know okāsan?" She was asking me trying to explain what she wanted to tell me. I nodded at her.

"Hayy," she heaved a sight at bintawan ang handkerchief na iniabot n'ya sa'kin.

"Your tears, wipe them. That," she said and pointed my eyes pero hindi ko magawang sundin ang sinasabi n'ya. Lumingon s'ya sa mga kamay n'ya at pagkatapos lumingon sa cherry blossoms.