Loving Her Soul [Book 1 of Loving Her Trilogy]

43 | Traitor

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43

Traitor

Tahimik na nakaupo sa passenger seat ang magkasintahan habang walang imik na nagdadrive si mommy sa harap.

Nakisakay na lang kami sa sasakyan ni mommy dahil pinauna na ni Jesca ang driver para madala ang mga pinamili nila kanina. Tinawagan na rin niya si Achi para sabihing may pupuntahan lang sila.

Hindi na niya dinetalye ang lahat dahil nagmamadali na rin silang sumabay kay mommy.

I know it's rude to stare but I need to savor my mom's appearance in my mind. The mere fact that she's here by my side is something that I can't grasp.

Finally, one of the important pieces of my jigsaw puzzle life has filled its part. Even though, it's not entirely complete, I can already see the whole picture of it.

Ilang minuto pa ang lumipas ay huminto na kami sa isang building. Tahimik lang kaming sumunod sa kaniya hanggang sa makarating kami sa isang unit.

"Upo kayo." simpleng sabi ni mommy habang dumiretso sa loob para ibaba ang kaniyang mga pinamili.

Like an obedient kids, the couple sat down on the couch.

My eyes roamed around the whole place. I can say that it's not fully furnished but the basic things she'll need is here. No hint of photos can be seen. It looks like she's staying here as a tourist.

We waited until she came back to us with refreshments on her tray. Silence welcomed us as awkwardness seeps through the whole place.

"So, tita. Kamusta ka na po? Hindi ko po alam na nasa Cebu po kayo." basag ni Jesca sa katahimikan.

Tumikhim muna si mommy bago sumagot, " I'm doing fine. I was really occupied after the incident happened. I resumed our business in here since I really don't have anything left to do in Manila. After all, this is my hometown."

"I didn't know that you're from here, tita. Hindi naikwento sa akin dati ni Ruhee--oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned her name." Jesca worriedly said.

Pilit na ngumiti si mommy, "It's okay, ija. It's been a while since I saw someone close to my daughter. The day she was gone made me so lost. I don't even know what to do next. I lost my husband to another woman, at the same time, I even lost my daughter. I'm left with nothing. Funny how things turned out." 

"Don't say that, tita."

"I'm sorry for welcoming you with my pathetic story. I didn't mean to say something so depressing. How about you, ija? How's your life going?" my mommy said trying to lighten the mood. 

I really don't like people to see her in a pity way, but I can't help but to cry. She's got it rough, huh. My mom's been holding herself all alone. Nobody's there to help her get through all the shits that life's throwing at her. 

I started to hate myself for being selfish. Why in the hell did I think of suicide when I still have my mother? It's so selfish of me to think only of my pain. I didn't even bother sharing it with my mom who's been suffering the most. She's the strongest person I know but I didn't know that consequence of the immoral thing I've done.