"Gising na siya, tita!" It was ate Malia, I looked at my side, I am in my bed?
"Anong nangyari?" mahina kung saad, masakit pa rin ang aking tagiliran. "Mom, where is Sylvan?" tanong ko agad nang maalala na kasama ko ito kanina.
"He's dangerous!" Malakas na sagot ni mama, I don't understand...
I stared at them for a while, their faces made me remember something. Slyvan...
"He did this to me?" I spoke. Tumango sila bilang sagot. "No!" I stood up trying to walk away. Agad akong hinarang ni ate Malia.
Kumapit ako sa braso niya, nanghihina. "Mom, he wouldn't do that!" I cried trying to grasp for her touch. "No! Ate" I look at ate Malia, hoping to let me go.
"Wala siyang rason para gawin ito!" I tried to escape again, but ate hugged me. All I can do is cry. "Paano? Hindi kayo sigurado!" Malakas na hinawi ko ang kamay ni ate Malia. "Paano ako nakabalik? How sure are you that he caused me harm?" I shouted kahit buhos na buhos na ang mga luha sa aking mga mata.
"Answer me! Answer me!" Pagwala ko, tinitigan ko sila isa-isa hinihintay ang ni isang sagot nang mga ito. "Sagot!"
"Calm down!" My mother argued. "He took you here! After he stabbed you, he did that! How did I know and how sure am I? Malia saw it!"
Tinignan ko si ate Malia umaasang nagsisinungaling si mama. She nodded, a sign for me to stop. "Where is he?" I asked.
"Nomi..." My dad spoke. "I'm okay, tell me, just tell me," I begged ate Malia.
She breathe. "Pupuntahan ko sana kayo para ihatid ang lampara, baka sakaling magabihan kayo, your mother asked me too. From afar, I saw you two on each other's embrace, babalik nalang sana ako, pero laking gulat ko nung sumigaw ka, you have blood around you, while that bastard is holding the knife. Lalapit sana ako pero he said something, the forest wind started to rise. My vision got blurred, at nawala kayong dalawa, bumalik ako rito pero andito kana," she narrated.
Huminga ako nang malalim. "Nasaan siya?"
"We don't know, apo. Huwag mo na isipin siya..." Pagsubok ni lolang idistract ako.
"Sonomi!" A loud bang echoed our house, it was a guy's voice. "Lola dito," nasalikuran ko sila, dalawa kami ni ate Malia ang nanguna.
"Nasaan ang anak ko?" A girl I'm not familiar with appeared.
"Sino po kayo?" Tanong ko sa kaniya. "Where is Slyvan?" laking gulat naming lahat sa tanong niya.
"Ikaw ang ina nung criminal na 'yun?" Pumagitna si mama, inawat naman siya ni papa. "Criminal? My son? Hindi! You mean... No, this can't be!" His mother bawled. She reached her husband, and we left clueless.
"Today is the time," an old woman intervened. "Amiga?" My lola was shocked. "Ito ang tinutukoy ko dati," simpleng tugon niya.
"Naguguluhan ako!"
"It's the past that's been reborn. You and Slyvan are lovers from a past life, connected even then. You have a malady, don't you?" Slyvan's mother approached me. I nodded in response.
"He stabbed you with his blood so that you could be free from it, so you could live normally, just as you've always desired," she continued.
"Ibig sabihin ito 'yung noon?" Sumabay si mama sa amin, habang si papa ay walang imik, tila nagtataka rin. Si ate Malia at Lola naman ay nakikinig lang.
"A future ahead for someone's undone love and suffering will arise and form a stronger and unbearable torment. You now met, stronger? Unbearable torment? The choice is the door to a new beginning? Ano ang ibig sabihin nang iba?" tanong ni mama.
"Iyon ang hindi ko pa alam, ang nakita ko noon ay hindi simpleng nilalang, na siyang tila makakasagot," pagsabi ng kaibigan ni lola.
"May magagawa pa ba tayo? Paraan para malaman?" tanong ni lola. "Maghintay," she answered.
"Maghintay, kailan?" Ate Malia interrupted. "Hanggang makaalala siya," she looked at me.
Suddenly, a blaring sound filled me with fear. "Time," an evil voice resounded, followed by a strong laugh.
Chaos.
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Cure in His Soul
FantasyA girl from a town grows up uniquely among the people in her small village. She hates being different from the children she grew up with. An unknown and explainable malady tangled in herself. It is her secret. Each day she prayed for a visible cure...