CHAPTER 3: Need

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Napatalon ako sa gulat ng biglang may itim na SUV na tumigil habang naglalakad ako papuntang waiting area ng mga sasakyam sa labas lang ng school. I let out a sigh when the window of the SUV rolled down. It was my Mom and tito Myke. Her husband. She motioned her hands urging me to get inside their car and I obeyed.

Si tito ang nasa driver's seat while mom is in the shotgun seat. Himala, wala silang driver ngayon?

"Good afternoon po." I said formally. I don't know why they are here. The last time I saw mom was during my High school graduation.

Bumaling si tito myke nang maka-puwesto ako sa likod.

"Hi Lizzy. It's nice to see you again. Hope you're well." Bati niya ng naka-ngiti saka pinaandar na ang kotse.

Tahimik naman si mommy na nakatingin sa akin. Tinitimbang yata ang expression ko.

"Hello po tito. Yes, I'm well. It's been a while po. Kamusta po kayo?" Tanong ko naman. At bumaling rin kay mommy. "Hi mommy."

Tumango lang siya saka umayos na sa pagkaka-upo. She is wearing a white dress suit looking elegant and classy. With her looks, she can pass as my sister. When I was in elementary, I remember how my teachers addressed me as her younger sister. It's because she looks so young. She had me when she was just eighteen.

Madalas pa akong pagtawanan ng mga kaklase ko dati kasi ang mommy ko raw ay mukhang ate ko lang at ganun din ang daddy ko. Parang kuya ko lang. At hindi naman kasal ang parents ko, kaya hindi raw totoo na anak nila ako.

I was scarred as a child. That part of my childhood has left a lasting emotional impact to me. And that impact manifested on having difficulty forming relationships with other people. And then Astazia and Dave came. They helped me fit in.

Napalingon ako kay mommy ng bigla siyang nagsalita.

"Are you doing good in school? If so, it would be better if you will take medicine after you graduate." My mom said without beating around the bush.

I looked at her with disbelief. Seriously? Sinadya niya lang ako na puntahan para diktahan kung ano ang kurso na kukunin ko? Sana tinanong niya man lang muna ako kung gusto ko bang maging doctor.

"Hon. It can wait. Let's grab something to eat first." Ani tito Myke na tiningnan ako na parang humihingi ng pasensya sa inasal ng nanay ko.

"Sorry po. Pero ayaw ko pong maging doctor." Total mukhang gusto naman ni mommy ng walang paligoy-ligoy na usapan. Then I will be direct with her.

Her eyes widened a fraction but she changed her expression quickly to a frown. Sorry mom. As much as I would like to please you, I can't just agree with you.

Do you even know I can't stand seeing blood? Kahit na dugo ko nga hindi ko kinakaya. Kahit na ang menstruation ko nga ngayon hindi ko kinakaya. Hindi ko nga lang tinatagalan ang tingin kasi hindi ko kinakaya talaga. There are instances that I actually faint at the sight of blood. Especially sa mga wounds galing na dugo.

"Think about it first. Anyway, you have a year to decide." She sternly told me.

Why is my mom so insensitive? Parang maiiyak ako sa attitude niya. Pero pinigilan ko ang sarili. Hindi niya naman ako pinapakialaman dati ha? Why now? I am enjoying my freedom.

"Where do you want to eat?" She asked me after a long silence.

Ayokong sumama sa kanila. Ang excitement ko kanina ng makita siya at si tito myke ay bigla na lang naglaho na parang bula.

"I'm not hungry. I will be going home." I told her calmly.

Nilingon ako ni mommy saka tinaasan ng kilay.

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