Jacob's Eighth Collection (Major Editing)

Chapter 27: Daiamondo

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(Chase)

"Mamang Kapre, we need to talk." Hinatak ko ang dulo ng t-shirt nya kaya naman natigil sya sa pakikipag usap sa mga Uncle namin.

"About what?" He asked. I looked at my Uncles, they're all staring at me.

"We need to talk, in private PO sana." I said, and my Uncles eyes widened.

"Dude, really five years old lang sya?" Uncle Rio asked. Why does it feels like they look at me as if I am a thirty year old child. -_- no. There is no thirty years old child. Who am I fooling? I'm just really smart.

"Do I look old PO?" I sarcastically asked Uncle Rio.

"Of course not baby boy, magkamukha nga tayo diba?" Why does he keeps on saying that I look like him? I am handsome, well him? Pwede na.

"So, it means you're the one who looks old PO?" I asked him with a smile. I always want them to get mad. Maybe it's just my defense mechanism, to hide my feelings. When the fact is, I love their company. Oh yeah. Yes I do.

"Dude, pwede ikaw na kumausap sa anak mo, baka di ako makapagpigil, at makurot ko sya sa pisngi." I can see na gigil na gigil na sya. Is it because of my cuteness?

Mamang Kapre stood up and made his way to Chans's playground.

"Anong pag uusapan natin Son?" He asked and put his hands inside his pockets. I find it cool so I make gaya. Inilagay ko rin ang kamay ko sa pants ko, but I forgot that I am wearing pajama, and it doesn't have pockets -_-.

"You saw my rules, aren't you?" I asked him. I knew it. Because, yesterday I felt somene lifted me up, it can't be Mom because that someone has a hard chest, so it must be him.

"Yes. I saw it Son." He answered. I sighed. I knew it.

"Are you willing to fulfill it?" I asked then looked away.

"Son, listen to me. I-.." He went near me. Lumuhod sya sa harapan ko at hinawakan ang shoulders ko.

"I'm sorry Son. Sa mga taon na wala ako. I'm sorry because I caused your Mom's pain. Sorry kung wala ako sa 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th at 5th birthday mo. Sorry, I missed the day when you've learned to stand and walk all alone. Sorry, I wasn't able to teach you how to fly kite. I'm sorry for not being your Dad for the last five years." He said with tears on his eyes. I can't helped myself, I hugged him.

"But don't worry Son, from now on, mas marami na tayong oras. We will bond, we will fly kite, we will play, and promise I'll be your hero." He said then kissed my forehead.

"But Mamang Kapre, I read that, promises are meant to be broken." I read it once, it was Tita Shiela's book. I love reading.

"A promise is a promise Son. It's up to you if you're going to break or fulfill it." I don't understand, if you have a choice, then why will you choose to break it, when you can fulfill it?

"Do you love Mom?" I asked again.

"Love is not the right word Son. I just don't love her. I adore her. I praise her. I love her so much." He answered. Why does his eyes twinkle?