Hasmina Hilson Martis
Walang katugon ang pahayag ko.
Ang ama ang nagsalita, "Hidden? That is not the right word... you should use a stubborn, castaway, and hardheaded eldest daughter who wants to be silent about her identity."
"Silent? We preferred to keep it that way to--"
"That was before when the threat was unknown. But now, I want to tell the world you are my daughter but you preferred to be silent about it."
Dahil mas gusto ng simpleng pamumuhay ng wala ang ingay ng apelyidong Martis.
"You are his daughter?" Ang pagsasalita na ni Trod.
Tumango bilang sagot. Mula sa hindi makapaniwalang reaksyon ng mukha, sa pamumula ng mga pisngi hanggang tumikim ang bahagyang nakaawang na bibig ay huminahon at ipinakikita iyon ng boses pa lamang, kaya malinaw ng sinabi pa ang totoo.
"It is a secret to the eyes and ears outside. Himna is my sister. Jazz is my distant cousin. Olis did not know he had a daughter until I came to him when I was fifteen. It's a long story, and we will talk about that later."
Sa titig nitong ibinibigay ay siguradong nagpoproseso pa rin ang mga nangyayari.
"I am sorry for keeping it to you. Will you forgive me?" Ang hangarin ng damdamin.
Umiling at, "Should I be the one to say sorry?" Kita ang kaakibat sa sinasabi sa klase ng titig.
"No, I should be the one," dahil hindi naging tapat kahit may hinala na noon.
"Or both of you should apologize to me and you Trod to your family for not telling them about your relationship... and living under the same roof with Hasmina... for months," singit ni Olis.
"A live-in?" Singit na tanong din ng matandang lalaki na may disgusto sa tono.
"Oh yes, they are doing it without bothering to tell us."
"That is not the right thing to do."
"That's true. But I think they are going into it... into marriage. They have their rings on their fingers."
Sunod-sunod pa ang mga komento, pero kay Trod ay parang hindi ang mga iyon importante. Ang umaaliwalas nitong mukha na kanina pa madilim ay malinaw ngayon ang pagkakaiba. Hindi pinigilan ang nadarama at kusang binigyan ko siya ng magaan na halik sa labi. Nagpakita ang maliit na ngiti mula rito.
"Hey, I am not yet giving my approval."
Lumingon ako sa ama ng may totoong kasiyahan sa puso. "Thank you Dad, for giving us your time like this."
"Don't use that line to me. And you Trod, where's that killer look you gave to me?"
Tawa ang balik dito ni Lazaro Hall. "You deserve it, Olis. You have your part about why they suffered for some manipulations from a jealous father," direkta na dito.
"I am just making sure if their infatuation is tough--"
Napatigil dahil nahuli nito ang klase ng tingin ko. "We are going."
"Not yet, we should talk a lot more."
Si Trod ang humarap dito. "I am sorry, sir, for thinking crap and looking like that to you. You know... I know I made a mistake. I should not exchange it for what you have given me. I am really sorry for not being honest about my relationship with Hasmina. I am a fool for believing my own speculations."
Hindi akalaing tatawa si Olis para dito. Pati ang pagbibigay nito ng yakap kay Trod, ang sagot sa paghingi ng tawad.
"Now I get it," ang pahayag ni Himna, "today is the start of Mi and Mister Trod's love without an obstacle."
BINABASA MO ANG
BOOK 9 - SILENT HEIRESS
Romance"Don't utter the words that you can't handle... woman." - Trod Villan Hasmina's life's journey has twists and turns. From nothing until living with everything but remains a woman who lives simply. A silent type with a cold and straight stare. She ca...
