Chapter 23

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Chapter 23

Jelene's POV

            Its been two weeks mula nung nangyari ang insedenteng yun. And now were going to join the celebration of the 12th year of a certain orphanage na hinandugan ng parents ko at ni Ace ng donation, which is si France lang rin naman ang coordinator. If you are asking what happened to the both of them, then my answer is sila na ulit. I mean nagkabati na sila, well ito kasi yung nangyari....

Flashback...

Nagising ako dahil sa mga tunog nang nababasag na mga gamit kaya dali dali akong bumaba at pumunta sa kusina kung saan nanggagaling ang ingay, mga alas tres pa siguro ng umaga kaya medyo madilim pa nakasara kasi ang ilaw. Dali dali kong inon ang switch ng ilaw at nagulat sa nakita.

Si Ace naka upo sa sahig habang duguan ang dalawang kamay at punong puno ng luha ang mukha.

Napaiyak na lang ako sa nakita, I cant bare to see him like this kaya agad agad ko siyang nilapitan at niyakap. I tried everything to comfort him at medyo tumahan naman ito but deep inside I know hes expecting a certain someone to comfort him, and that someone is not me. It hurts yes but hindi na muna ang sarili ko ang iisipin ko ngayon, hes breaking inside and I know how it feels and all I want is to mend his broken heart even if its imposible.

"France...*huk*" 😢 tawag niya sa pangalan ni France, hes quiet calm but hes still crying and sobing.

"Shhhhh please stop crying its breaking me." I hushed him

"Jelene" I was stuned, cause for the first time he called my name calmly and gently.

"Hmmm"

"Please, please bring France back to me please. I-I love her so much that even if it hurts I can still accept her." My tears literaly fall at what he said. I knew it, I know that feeling cause I've been through it. He also hurt me but I still keep fighting for him.

"Ace" I called his name trying my best not to sob.

" Yes, I will bring France back to you. I'll talk to her so better go to bed now and take a rest, you dont want her to see you like that right?" Tumango tango ito at agad nagtungo sa kwarto niya.

Agad ko namang nilinis ang kalat at sumunod sa kanya sa kaniyang kwarto.  I look at him while hes deeply asleep in his bed. Napabuntong hininga na lang ako. Sana no, sana ako na lang si France di ko sasayangin ang pagkakataong mahal mo ako.

Nilinis at ginamot ko na lang ang sugat niya at agad agad na lumabas ng bahay. Pupuntahan ko si France at kakausapin na makipag ayos kay Ace. Call me stupid, martyr, ignorant,crazy and what so ever I'm just a wife who love her husband so much that I can even beg to his misstress to come back to him.

Malapit lang naman ang bahay nila France sa bahay namin, she lives in a squater area nearby our village. I know its risky to go there since I dont know them, well I'm not judging them its just that it is what I've heard from my high school friends back then.

Una apak ko pa lang sa lugar nila pinag titinginanna ako ng mga tao and f*ck they look so scary. I run towards the direction of France house and gladly I reach there safely.

"Tao po" sigaw ko sa labas ng bahay nina france, and luckily bumukas naman ito kaagad.

"Kung nandito ka para makipag away umalis ka na lang, sayo na siya nahuli na niya ako kaya -----" I cut her in her mid sentence.

"I'm not here to fight or to agrue with you, I'm here to tell you to talk to my husband and explain your self."

"Is this a joke cause its not funny. Just imagine a wife is here to talk to a misstres to came back to her husband."

"Im not joking France, I know it looks funny but then I dont want him to suffer like me. France please bumalik ka sa kanya, I cant bare to see him broken it hurts me."

"Martyr ka nga."

"Yes call me martyr or what so ever you want to call me, I dont care. All I want is to make my husband happy even if it means breaking my own heart."

End of flashback~

And with that nagka ayos sila. Hindi ko alam kung anong pinag usapan nila o anong ginawa nila para maayos ang relasyon nila pero isa lang ang alam ko. At yun ay gagawin ko ang lahat para sa ikasasaya ni Ace.




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