2 weeks ago....
Galing ako sa school, as usual pagod padin, specially kung wala kang social life na mag papagaan ng loob mo. Haist.
As I opened the door to my house, I greeted my parents with a bright smile and " Hello Ma! Hello Pa, I'm hereeeeee." With matching masiglang tono.
But the way they returned the greet was creepy, they never do that to me, they are dead serious. I built a staring contest to the both of them. No one is talking, no one is blinking.
Until my father decided to break the silence. "Anak, we need to talk to you for a moment, can you please lend us some time?"
"Ofcourse Pa, Anyting for the both of you!" again, I smiled until my smile reached my ears.
" Bakit ba ang seryoso nyo?' nagtatakang tanong ko.
"Anak I think it's time for you to know." My dad said.
"know what? Spill it." I said, without any harsh tone.
I saw my mother removing her glances from me to wipe her tears from forming. And with that I started to get worried.
" I know it's too late but, we are not your parents anak. Your mother can't bear a child because of her mattress problem. We prayed hard to God to give us a child. That night, we saw you near a hut, in a box, mixed with different colors of bright stones. We thought that God granted our wishes because He gave us you. We tried our best to hid you from the truth, but a woman came here claiming you are someone very important from their city. So we decided to tell it to you because we don't want you to know from someone else. We are very sorry anak. You do know we still love you right?"
Those words, mga salitang sumira sa puso ko, sumira sa kinabukasan ko. I didn't said anything after that. I saw my mother crying and I made myself tough not to look at them. Tinalikuran ko sila at mabilis na umakyat sa kwarto ko. After reaching my room and lay on top of my bed, that was the start of my mind absorbing everything they said, and every word was converted to gallons of tears running from my eyes.
After that night, I became cold as ice to them. I don't know why but I think I need to cut my attachements to them and start looking for my real parents.
And also after that night, I never stopped dreaming about me in a castle, laughing, chatting, playing with someone mid-aged and looks like a goddess, the goddess-like woman is someone, in my dream, who I call Mom.
After 5 days, finally, I decided to talk to them again.
"Pa, I want to ask you something......"
"Anything for my daughter, what is it anak?"
"Please be honest throughout our conversation ok? I just want to know something."
"Ok anak."
"Pa, sino yung totoo kong magulang? I want to know, I want to meet them, I want to experience them. Please let me know the truth."
"Honestly anak, We named you from your real mother. That's why your name is Ericka Johannes...... Santiago."
"My real surname please." I asked the in a way of the most kind voice.
"We don't know anak, sorry."
How can I locate them if I don't know their complete names L.
Dahil sa sinabi nya, tuluyan ng bumaba ang pag asa ko na Makita pa sila.
"Ok. Thank you dad." I smiled the best I can.
After that long talk, I went to my room and buried my face into my pillows.
Time passed until I realized I have school! I'm late!
VERY LATE!NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I hurried my self and since nakaligo na ako kanina, I just wore my school uniform at lumayas na.
AT SCHOOL
"ERICKA JOHANNES. YOU ARE LATE FOR THE 100th TIMES ALREADY. What is wrong with you? " as usual. I was always late in his class so, this is my morning routine. Getting instantly scolded.
I sat beside my boy best friend, Marvin. "Yo bro! Musta na? How's your weekend? Mine was the worst." I said nonstop hehe.
" Ms, Santiago. You are late and you still manage to be very noisy?" sigaw pa nya"
Wala na akong sinabi, tinarayan ko na lang sya, syempre ng hindi nya alam..
*LESSON*
*LESSON**LESSON*
*LESSON**LESSON*
*LESSON**RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*
Finally yung bell! As soon as the bell rang, We hurried ourselves to the canteen. Madami kasi tao palagi. When we reached the door of the cafeteria...... everyone is so noisy.
I opened the door and........................ WHAT???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? HOW COULD THAT BE POSSIBLE?
BINABASA MO ANG
Castle Of Milledenia
FantasyA story, full of magic, love and hurt. Let us uncover the mystery and the secrets of this place, this caste, The Castle of Milledenia