What If...

7: Unexpected Expectations

I decided to visit the room where my body is confined. I like to find out what happened to my other self. I would like to know how Lolit, Tristan and Casper are coping with this situation.

   "You have guts to check on the person who almost killed you!" Tess remarked. "What are you planning to do, because I don't know how I will react when I see him!"
   I soundly answered, "I just want to know what happened to him, to find out if he is okay too. We were both rushed here, so it's most likely he also sustained his share of injuries."

Tess is right. Why would I have the guts to even check on that person who bumped me with his vehicle? This is entirely a different scenario, because I'm visiting my original body. I'm just concerned that Tess might make a scene there, based on her reactions. Now that we decided to go, the next step is to find out how to get there.

   "Mom, do you know the room number of Mr. Ynchausti?" I carefully asked Tess, anxious of how she will react this time.
   "Actually, no. I just know he's also confined here," she skeptically responded. "And knowing him as a prominent man, it is unlikely that the hospital will disclose his room number due to privacy."
   "Mom, how about calling his eldest son, Tristan? He might tell us where his father is convalescing," I brilliantly uttered.
   "Tristan? Why him and how will we contact him?" Tess inquired back.
   Trying to recall the facts from previous conversations with my sons, I said, "That's because Tristan is my teammate in basketball. I think I can still recall his number. It's 0997-8747826."

With that puzzled look on her face, she tried dialing the number I gave her. Since it's not on her contact list, she saved it on her phone.

   While saving Tristan's number, she jabbed, "You know, you never mentioned anything about the older Ynchausti son. I know all of your teammates and their contact details. If I knew about him before, I could have called him that night you were missing."
   To which I wittingly answered, "That's because he's part of Team B. I'm part of the official basketball team of the school, so I never mentioned him. If I did, it's not as frequent as those from my team. I'm sorry about that, Mom." Actually, I don't even know if I'm part of Team A or B, all I know is that we are teammates, and I was able to pull off my explanation.

Then she tried calling the number, and put the call on speaker mode so that I can also hear the conversation.

   "Hello?" the voice of a young man answered in the line, probably Tristan.
   "Hello. I'm looking for Tristan," Tess said in a straightforward tone.
   "Yes, I'm Tristan. May I know who's this?" Tristan replied in a curious note.
   "This is Tess, the mother of Alex Loyola!" she stated in an intimidating manner.
   "Oh...Aunt*, aunt, aunt Tess... Aunt Tess! So sorry to hear about what happened to Yola. How may I help you, Auntie?" my son's frightened response.
   "My son would like to visit your dad. May I know the room number?" she said while maintaining that fearsome intonation.
   "Would that be a good idea, Auntie? Yola might not be well yet," Tristan nervously replied.
   "For me, it's never a good idea; but my son insisted. Maybe he's got better intentions," Tess continuously browbeaten my son with her straight tone.
   There was a brief pause after that and then he disclosed the details as calmly as possible, "Papa's confined at the Suite of the 15th Floor. You won't have difficulty finding it because we are the only suite in this floor."
   "Thank you, Tristan. See you in a few minutes," she shot back. She then dropped the call while my son was trying to say something else.
   "My friend was trying to say something, why drop the call, Mom?" I curiously asked her.
   "We now know where he's staying. There's no more reason for me to talk to him," she angrily responded.

I'm surprised that she transformed from her loving and caring aura to this ruthless and angry disposition. This visit is really difficult for her, but I felt she wants to do it because of her unconditional love for her son.