The SONG of My HEART☑️

CHAPTER FIVE

ARABELLA’S POV

    So, he was a good singer. He sang with his heart. He could drown the audience in his emotion while singing and my heart was singing with his first song.

    I felt the exact meaning indicated in his song. So why the hell I was trying to keep what I wanted when I knew I’d just fall down? So when would I give up?

    Nah! I was singing his song in my head. It continued to play in my thoughts. Funny! Roberto Miguel Henarez hit a part of me which I was getting scared every minute that passed by.

    And did he really cry? Or was he just faking it? My thoughts were getting crazy. I sighed and focused my attention on stage. The host was announcing the winners for various contests that were held the whole week celebration for the foundation.

    “The next category to be awarded is for the poster-making contest. The award will be given by Mrs. Valentina Henarez, our Academy Director,” the emcee announced.

    Dug! Dug! Dug! I could feel my heart drumming against my chest. I was excited. Even if I would not win that was fine with me. What really mattered most was the thought that at least I had given it a try.

    “Congratulations to Arabella Puerto of IV-A! Her concept and title is ‘Chasing Rainbow’. Please come up the stage Ms. Puerto to receive your plaque and your cash prize.”

    I won! I didn’t really expect it. With butterflies in my stomach, I stood up and walked straight ahead towards the stage.

    “Go, Ara! That’s my bestfriend!” I could hear Martina shouting together with Argana while I was climbing the stairs of the stage. I didn’t know but I was a bit apprehensive. A sudden fear flooded in my chest. I was facing another Henarez but the memories I had with this woman were all good. She was been known to be generous. I didn’t even know if she remembered giving me that pretty teddy bear. I honestly could not hate her.

    “Congratulations, Arabella,” Señiora Valentina said while handling the plaque and envelop. She was smiling at me warmly.

    “Thank you, Ma’am,” I said to her shyly. I smiled back at her. I really couldn’t hate her eventhough I’d hated the formidable old tyrant of the Henarez. Perhaps, it was for the reason that she was not a true-blooded Henarez and she was just the wife of the tyrant’s son.

    Seeing her smiling genuinely made me sad. I terribly missed my mother. Sadness suddenly invaded my heart. If only my parents were here to see this. I tried to hold back the tears that were forming in the sides of my eyes.

    We both faced the audience and of course cameras were flashing and I wasn’t used to it. Then out of the blue, she pulled me on the side of the stage near the exit.

    “We really hope you’ve been fine throughout the years that passed. And I hope to see more of you these days,” Señiora Valentina told me with the untold emotion in her eyes. Was it sadness? Regrets? I was confused and shocked at the same time. She was talking in riddles. It was as if she knew me. No! That couldn’t be possible but it could be.

    “I’m sorry, ma’am. I don’t ---“ I was to tell her I didn’t understand what she said but she interrupted me.

    “See you around, Ara. Again, congratulations!” she gave me a gentle tap on left shoulder and returned to her table while I was left in confusion.

ROBERTO MIGUEL’S POV

    I stared closely at the winner of the poster-making. So, the ugly witch had a hidden talent. I recalled then that she was busy making the poster on the rooftop.