Loving my Ex

Chapter 39: My son

AN: Late update. Sorry. Short update. Sorry. Lame update. Sorry. Just please, bear with me.

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POV ni Tristan

Since hindi ako makapasok sa room ni Paris, because she doesn't want me to, nagpasya ko na pumunta na lang sa bahay nila. I want to talk to her son. Man to man.

"Hey! I know you!" He said as soon as I entered their living room.

"Yeah. Can I talk to you?" I asked him.

"Sit down." He said. Sheyt. Parang matanda talaga magsalita.

"How are you?" I asked when we sat down.

"Fine. You?" he asked back.

"Not fine as you. I guess." I answered. He just stared at me like he's waiting for me to speak. I exhaled. "Has your mom told you anything about your..ah, Father?"

He frowned. Then he exhaled too, just like what I did. "She says he's dead. But mom told me how much she loves my dad. She told me that if he's alive, she's sure that he will be a great dad. She told me that he loves Jollibee, too. One of the many things that we have in common. You know what? I miss my dad. Although I didn't had the chance to be with him, i still miss him--Hey, are you crying?"

I wiped the tears out my face. Bakit ba hindi ko naisip yon? Five years ago, that was when I left her.

I know very well na hindi basta basta sasama sa ibang lalaki si Paris. At mula nang umalis ako wala akong nabalitaan na ibang lalaki syang minahal. It was me. I love Jollibee. She loves me. And I will be a great dad, too! Everything that Lucas said, it was me. Except that I am alive. But I know too well, she just told him that.

"Hey! Why do you look so sad? Did you lost your dad, too?" asked this young smart boy.

"No. I didn't lost anyone. But I think, I just found someone. MY SON."

Right when the realization struck me in the face, I kissed his forehead and hurried to the Hospital.

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When I opened the door of her room, I saw her peacefully sleeping. Slowly, I walked unto her.

Oh God. How much I longed to be this near to you again, Paris.

I held her hand.

"Paris, why didn't you tell me?" I asked her. Though I know she won't answer.

"Paris, kung alam ko lang. Sana naalagaan kita. Kayo ng anak ko. I'm sorry. Sorry. Alam ko, ang dami mong pinagdaanang hirap nung wala ako. I was such an ass back then. I left you with all the pain I never thought I'll cause you. I'm sorry. Sorry."

Tears started falling. I am now holding her hand tightly. Parang dito ako kumukuha ng lakas. Dahil sa totoo lang, hinang hina ako. Pakiramdam ko, napakawalang kwenta kong tao.

"Tristan."

Automatically, my head tilted to see her face.

"Paris. Sorry." I said. I saw tears in her eyes.

"How did you know?" She asked. Narinig nya pala lahat ng sinabi ko.

"I just knew. I felt it. I just felt it."

She looked away. As if she doesn't know what to say.

"Please. Let me make things up to you and my son. Gusto kong bumawi sa inyo. Sa lahat ng pagkukulang ko. Please. Give me a chance."

She looked at me in the eyes and told me, "Yes. Please do that."

And with that, I hugged her. Tight.