You're Still The One (A SharDon Fanfiction)

CHAPTER 41

She woke up to a pounding sensation coming from inside her skull. Groaning, she reached for her forehead and pressed a hand over it. She thought that taking a short nap might help ease the throbbing she'd been feeling for days now but, obviously, it didn't.

Ilang araw na rin kasi siyang walang maayos na tulog at pahinga magmula noong pumanaw ang ama. He died peacefully on his sleep the night after their last conversation. Somehow, she knew he'd go that day but she was never truly prepared for the devastating pain of losing her beloved father forever.

Hanggang sa mga oras na ito pakiramdam niya ay kalahati ng buong pagkatao niya ang nawala at hindi na kailanman maibabalik pa sa kanya. Bumuhos na ang napakaraming luha mula sa kanyang mga mata ngunit tila walang silbi ang kahit na ano para pawiin ang hindi maipaliwanag na sakit at pangungulila.

Ang tanging nagpapagaan ng loob niya kahit paano, bukod sa kasiguruhang hindi na ito makakaramdam ng sakit at paghihirap, ay ang kaalamang magaan at payapa ang ama nang ito'y mamaalam. They settled all their issues and misunderstandings in the past. Naibigay niya sa ama ang pagpapatawad na ilang taon niyang ipinagdamot dito. And although she needed to lie about her feelings about Turs, she made sure that her father wouldn't feel guilty anymore because of her failed relationship with Donny ten years ago.

There's nothing to feel guilty about, really. It was already a hopeless relationship to begin with even without her father's relationship with Aling Mirasol to complicate things. The Alegres will never allow one of their heiresses to date a mere farm help because it's a taint to the family's reputation. Her mother won't allow her to have a relationship with someone who's very similar to her father in so many aspects. One way or another, the relationship was bound to end.

Hindi niya alam kung ilang oras siyang nakaidlip ngunit kailangan niya na muling bumalik sa baba. Doon nakaburol ang kanyang ama at magmula pa noong unang araw ng lamay nito ay patuloy na ang dagsa ng mga bulaklak at taong nakikiramay. Seeing how her father was loved and missed by so many people brings comfort to her too.

Sinubukan niyang bumangon ngunit tila mas tumindi lang ang pananakit ng kanyang ulo. Binigyan niya ang sarili ng ilang sandali bago tuluyang tumayo mula sa kama ngunit natigilan siya nang bumukas ang pinto.

Donny casually walked inside her bedroom with a tray balanced on one hand. His black polo shirt matched the darkness of his expression as he moved closer, all six feet and so of him. Matigas ang nakatiim na mga panga at halos isang linya ang buong labi. Wala man lang mababakas na pagkagulat o kahihiyan sa tsokolateng mga mata nito na para bang pagmamay-ari nito ang pinasukang silid.

Kumunot ang kanyang noo nang ilapag nito ang tray sa kanyang bedside table. Mayroong dalawang baso roon na magkaiba ang laman. Isa ang para sa juice habang ang isa ay sa tubig. Ang plato ay puno ng pagkaing nagsasabog ng masarap na amoy sa paligid. Mayroon din doong gamot na sa tingin niya'y para sa sakit ng ulo.

"What's that?" she asked coldly.

She was shaky and incoherent the morning she discovered her father's death and the same could be said about her Tita Helga. Nakakahiya mang aminin, habang wala siya sa sarili ay ang numero ni Donny ang kauna-unahan niyang tinawagan. She can't recall telling him anything, though. She's not even sure why she'd called him in the first place but before she realized what she did, he's already there calmly taking care of everything for her father's funeral.

Hindi ito umalis sa tabi niya at ng kanyang tiya habang unti-unti silang bumabawi sa pagkabigla. At kahit ngayong nagagawa na nila ng tiya na kontrolin ang kani-kaniyang emosyon sa kabila ng pagluluksa, he's still here silently observing and providing assistance if needed.