Moon
"Mama" patakbo akong lumabas ng kwarto ng marinig ko ang boses ni Sky.
"Sky" sobrang higit ang naging yakap ko sa anak ko sa oras na makalapit ako dito. Katulad ng pangako ni tita Claire, dalawa sila ni tita Celestine na mag babalik kay Sky.
"Medyo na late kami dahil traffic" Si tita Celestine.
"Ayos lang po iyon. Nagluto po ako dinner, dito na po kayo kumain " paanyaya ko.
"Dito talaga kami kakain no. Mis na namin yung luto mo" ani tita Claire
Habang kumakain ay panay ang kwento ni tita Celestine at tita Claire sa mga ginawa nila sa maghapong pamamasyal. Kasama din daw nila ang anak ni tita Claire na si Jules na hindi maihiwalay kay Sky.
"Mama...tito Jules is pogi like me. And he's mabait like you" bibong kwento ni Sky "and sumakay kami sa mga rides. But he said, ayaw niya sa ferris wheel. He's afraid of heights daw po eh " sometimes I wonder, is my son only three years old? Minsan kasi he talked above his age. Maybe because, wala siyang nakakasamang bata masyado. Ako, ang nanay at tita Nida palagi ang kasama niya. Na adapt niya siguro yung ganoong klase ng pag iisip dahil sa mga naririnig at nakikita na rin niya "and last night, he read me a story. But he fall asleep first before me. Why mama?" Natawa kaming lahat sa huling sinabi ni Sky.
"May jetlag pa kasi ang tito Jules apo. Kararating lang din kasi niya mula sa ibang bansa" ani tita Claire "sabi ko nga, ako na at si ate Celestine ang bahala kay Jules, pero ayaw pumayag. Gusto niyang sa tabi niya matulog yang anak mo. Kaya hayon"
Bigla tuloy ako na curious kung sino yung Jules na yon. Bakit nakuha agad nito ang loob ni Sky?
Ehren
"Dad" as I expected. Shock registered on his face as soon as he saw me. He stood up abruptly from his chair inside his office and take a quick step closer to where I am standing.
He looks at me from head to toe as If I'm a human anatomy. And then....slowly....his eyes gets watery. His lips are bit trembling so as his hands.
"Jules....my son" I didn't push nor stop him when he pulls me for a hug. Soon after.....I've felt my shoulder gets wet as my dad keeps on crying silently. Minutes after, my vision gets blur as tears forming in my eyes. I missed him....though I never admit it. And I'm really sorry for what I've done. For abandonadong him. For treating him he didn't deserve. I wrongly judge him.
"Dad....I'm sorry" finally...I've said it. Like tons of burdens crash down and melts.
"Naiintindihan ko anak. And believe me, I never get mad at you. Pero I'd prayed for this day. That one day, babalik ang anak ko. Thank you son. Thank you for making me happy" We're both smiling in tears facing each other.
"How are you?" I ask as we seat for a cup of coffee.
"Never been happy" smile plastered on his lips as I'm observing him secretly. His eyes were full of life unlike before...after my mom left, and maybe much worst when I did the same.
