"Victoria, aking iniirog, maaari ko bang mahingi ang iyong kamay upang ika'y aking mahawakan at maisayaw?"
I smirked and say, "ikaw talaga, masyado kang mapag-biro, aba'y oo naman!"
It was a romantic night under the bright moon with some harana songs.
I can't feel anything but happiness
I sincerely admire his touch, his smile and his personality.
He is Ador, the guy who I treasured the most.
Three days later.
I met him again.
He was in his katipunero shirt with a fresh roses on his hand.
There were two mens escorted him with their guitars and a pair of stick as an instruments.
The first strum of guitar chords started.
"Irog ko'y pagbigyan waring damdamin,
Nang sa ganon ika'y manatiling akin".
His voice was deep, cold and soft.
His smile almost making me melt.
His slow dancing made me laugh.
Everything's perfect.
I felt time was running so slow.
My heart filled with love.
But, that would be the last.
—
My father came out and pulled the trigger of his gun.
He shot Ador and his friends with no hesistation.
The gunfire made me shock.
It was so fast.
"Hindi ba't ang sabi ko sayo'y walang Indyong pwedeng makalapit sa iyo? Napakatigas ng ulo mo victoria!"
I did nothing but cry.
I did not have a chance to explain
I did nothing to save Ador.
Napaka bilis ng pangyayari.
Napaka bilis ng lahat!
Patuloy lang ako sa pag-iyak at gusto ko na ring mamatay
Ngunit hindi ko hahayaang hindi magkaroon ng hustisya ang pagkamatay ng taong pinaka mamahal ko.
Tiniis ko lahat ng sakit na naramdaman ko.
Nagkunwari akong walang epekto sakin ang mga nangyari.
Agad akong pumasok sa loob matapos iuwi ng mga gwardiya ang bangkay ni Ador sa pamilya nito.
Kinuha ko ang isang maliit na baril sa ilalim ng aking unan.
Agad kong hinanap ang aking ama upang maibaon sa kanya ang isang pirasong bala.
"Hindi ka na naawa sa akin na anak mo, sarili mo lang iniisip mo. Pinaslang mo na ang aking ina, subalit nagawa mo pang patayin ang nag-iisang taong nakaka-unawa sa'kin. Hindi ko masisikmurang maging ama ang isang katulad mo, ikinahihiya kita!!".
I pointed the gun towards him.
There was a shot, but, did not came from the gun I'm holding, but from the gun of my half-brother.
And the one who was killed wasn't actually my father, it was me.
Both of them are pure blooded, but, me isn't.
They call themselves as a real family.
My mother was a slave and was killed by my father because of jealousy.
I felt sorry for myself and Ador.
I'm weak.
I did nothing to save our lives.
—
I suddenly stopped telling my dreams to my nine-year old son.
He looks so shocked.
"Francis, are you okay?"
He stared and looked at me from head to toe.
He touched my face softly.
Minutes later,
I saw him crying with a face filled with loneliness.
I thought he was just listening to me sincerely.
But
words came from him made me fainted.
"Victoria, mahal ko. Ikaw na ba 'yan? Alam mo bang antagal ko nang hinintay ang pagkakataong ito upang magkaroon ng masayang katapusan ang kwento nating dalawa?".
Nabigla ako sa mga salitang binitawan nya.
"P-p-papanong????..... Ador?!....."
