"Good evening, Mrs. Alonzo. "
"Good evening."
"I'm sorry to disturb you ma'am but there's a guest here downstairs looking for you."
Who could it be? Don't tell me it's Eduardo. Please, not him! I've had enough of him.
"What's the name?"
"It's Adam, ma'am."
"A....ad....adam?"
"Yes ma'am."
Could it be? No way, he hates me to the core!
"Ma'am? Are you still there? "
"Y...es. You can send him to my room please."
"Will do, ma'am."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, Mrs. Alonzo."
The line was already cut, yet, she's still staring at the phone as if her son would pop out from the mouthpiece any second.
Her son.
What does Adam want from her?
When she left the mansion, she made sure she wouldn't do anything that would make him hate her more and she did just that.
Then why is he here?
When she learned that he returned the companies he "stole" from Eduardo, she got the impression that he didn't want anymore connection with her or her family. That he wanted to forget.
So the thought of getting a reconciliation with her son was finally removed from her mind.
She had that plan for a very long time now, but she lost her courage always whenever she attempted to do it, trying to talk to him. Either, her courage would suddenly fades away, or he would avoid her, intentionally avoid her, or her ex-husband would stop her doing so.
Eduardo. Her now ex-husband. This time, it's final. She had enough of his philanderous acts. She had enough of his abuses. But most of all, she is of no use to him anymore. He already got what he wanted from her since the beginning. Her money.
Unknown to Adam, and to the whole society, she was not they thought she was. Everything was a front. Everything was a lie. Not a single minute of her life with Eduardo was real. The only real were those times that she was alone in her room, crying, agonizingly in pain after being beaten and abused by him. Magaan ang kamay nito sa kanya. Pati bibig nito, walang preno kapag siya ang kaharap nito. She's a victim of his abuses. Physically, verbally, emotionally. But that was only between them two. And it only happened inside their house, specifically inside their room. Once outside their gate, she must act like a contented wife to him, a supportive spouse and a happy partner to her husband.
Eduardo was her first love. He was also her teacher to everything society thought her to be. A bitch. And because she loved him, she thought that what he was doing to her was the equivalent of love. So she allowed him to handle her life, allowed him to pull her strings like a puppet, allowed him to lead the path to her damnation. Even to the point of when to breathe, if she's allowed to breathe at all.
When he was courting her, he promised her heaven and earth, and he was so convincing that she believed him. Yes, he gave her and made her feel as if heaven and earth were really at the palm of her hands. When he realized she wouldn't get anything from Adam's father, heaven and earth started to slip away and they were replaced by hell and miserable life with him. In front of the society, in the people's eyes, she's happy, she has everything, but inside their house, inside their bedroom, that's where hell was for her. That's her real life.
Ding dong!
Now what? What am I going to do now? He must not see me like this!
The fact that he came here to see you is already something, Diana. Go for it. Face him!
She tried to fix herself, hid any tracemark with makeup before going to the door and peeped at the hole.
It was him indeed, head bowed down looking at something.
Think! Think! Think of something to say! paalala nang utak niya sa kanya.
Bahala na!
She opened the door and was about to say something when the memory of the past suddenly flashed on her.
It was exactly the same scenario when they last talked to each other.
Twenty years ago, she was closing her door on the seven-year-old who was crying non stop, begging her non-stop not to leave him, his head bowed down pleading her to take him with her.
Now, she was opening her door to that same boy, and his head still bowed down as if pleading her to allow him to come in. Come inside her room, inside her life, inside her heart.
Tears started to fall from her eyes.
It should be her. It should be her knocking on his door, not the other way around.
It should be her pleading him to forgive her, pleading him to allow her to be a mother again for him.
She couldn't open her mouth. She doesn't know what to say, words that must be said between them.
But she must decide.
Now or never.
So she took the risk.
"Son."
"Mother."
They said the words at the same time.
