Kapag Langit Ang Inabot BRS1 (Unedited)

Kabanata 18: New Beginning

All rights reserved ©2016 by Lynne Rose

"You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past."

― Chuck Palahniuk

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Zara's POV

I was staring at the screen, ngunit naglalakbay ang aking isip. My next flight is to the Philippines. It's been ten years since I left.

Nang iniwan ko ang Pilipinas with a shattered heart and left to Canada for new hope to succeed. Akala ko madali nalang ang buhay ko sa Canada after my own real father finally reaches me.

Tumitig ako sa picture namin ni nanay na nakapatong sa ibabaw ng dresser sa loob ng ensuite hotel room. Andito ako ngayon sa Paris. Kahit saan dinadala ko ang picture frame na iyan na para bang lucky charm ko. Maliit lang naman ito kaya hindi sagabal. I always make sure may pwesto ito sa traveling bag ko.

After graduation, my friends and I went clubbing to enjoy our graduation, and even if it was against my heart, I went with them because I know it was my last day and time to be with them. I know the next day, I will be walking a different path.

I'm not the Zara Amelia Rivera anymore.

I was Zara Amelia Rivera Hasting. Daughter of Joesef Wilburn Hasting, a defense lawyer.

My eyes traveled down the white drawers, and a memory of the first time I heard my father's voice, flashed through my head ...

"Hello?" came a rich old husky tone. I came to realize my father wasn't young. He's probably in his sixties.

"H-hi," I stammered, swallowing thickly as I gathered all my energy and force to introduce myself. "I-I'm Zara Amelia Rivera," finally, I said it.

"OH MY GOD, Z-Zara, it's you?" His voice croaked and I couldn't specify if he's crying or laughing. "I've been trying to contact you but your mother hid you from me!" I could sense his longing and hatred for my mother but I ignored it.

"She only did it because she was scared. She's not as influential as you, Mr. Hasting," paliwanang ko, my confidence finally brought back together.

"Please don't call me that. You are my daughter, and because of your mother's narrowed mind, we would have been separated," he said calmly.

Lumunok ako saka ko pilit na inignora ang luhang gustong kumawala. "Mom is dead," wala sa sariling nasabi ko. I heard him suck his breath, then he fell in silence. The tension kept growing in my heart.

"I-I'm so s-sorry," he stuttered in a broken voice. "I never even had a chance to see her. She just shut me off her life. I'm so sorry, darling." His voice is throaty and I thought he would break off.

"It's alright, Mr. Has—"

"Please, call me daddy but if it's too much, call me Joesef or Joe," pagpipilit nito.

"Okay," sagot ko ng tipid.

"Now, where are you staying at? Now that Mildred is gone, who are you living with?" dire-diretsong tanong nito.

"I live alone," naiiyak kong sagot. Naramdaman ko na naman ang pag-iisa ko at ang paghihirap kong itaguyod ang sarili ko.

"Tell me where are you and I'll come see you," determinadong sabi nito.

*KRING*

Malakas na tunog ng hotel phone ang nagpabalik sa aking huswisyo. Madaling kinuha ko ang picture frame at isinilid sa inside pocket ng luggage ko saka ito isinara, saka mabilis na tinawid ang pagitan namin ng side table at kinuha ang telepono.