My wife has an ability to see death.
Some people says she's crazy and we have to bring her in mental hospital but I didn't agree. I love my wife and I believe on her. I've been the witnessed and proof na lahat ng sinasabi niya ay totoo.
Mayroon din namang naniniwala sa kaniya. Actually, they suggested to use her situation to gain money but she refused. Her only purpose is to help people.
"Please Treshia, sabihin mo sa akin ang dahilan ng kamatayan ko?" naiiyak na tanong ng babae sa aking asawa. Mababakas ang pag-aalala sa mukha nito. I feel pity for the woman.
"Give me your hand," my wife said. Mariin ko lamang silang pinanood. Sa oras na mahawakan niya ang kamay ng kahit na sino ay makikita niya ang napakapait na kamatayan nito.
"May mga magnanakaw ang papasok sa 'yong bahay. And one of them will stab you in your chest using your own knife." Hindi na bago sa amin ang may umiiyak matapos ang binalita ng aking asawa. It's very hard for us because we can't do anything to help them. Kapalaran na nila 'yon.
Weeks passed and the news about the woman flashed. My wife was right. Namatay nga ito dahil sa saksak. Buong araw namang umiyak ang asawa ko dahil sa nangyari. This is the side effect of what she's doing. Nahihirapan siyang makamove on.
One time, her father went on our house. "Tresh, ilang araw na akong nananaginip ng masama. Marahil ay dahil na rin sa aking katandaan. Alam kong hindi na ako magtatagal. Gusto ko sanang makita ang aking kamatayan."
"Sigurado kaba dito, Dad?" Nag-aalalang tanong ng aking asawa. I know it'll be hard for her. One of the reasons why I marry her is because of her braveness. She won't hesitate to take a risk.
Hinawakan niya ang kamay nito at mahigpit na hinawakan ang ama. Nagulat ako nang yakapin niya ito habang umiiyak.
"Someone will shoot you on your head. Mag-iingat ka, dad. I love you," umiiyak niyang saad. Dali-dali ko naman siyang kinuha at pinagpahinga sa kaniyang kwarto. She needs a rest. Masyado itong mabigat para sa kaniya. Bakas naman ang pagkagulat at takot sa mukha ng kaniyang ama.
"Do you think I can do it?" Hindi ito mapakali at palakad-lakad.
"You can do it, Hon," I replied. Napatigil naman siya at napangiti bago ako binigyan ng isang halik sa labi.
Mabilis na umalingawngaw ang malakas na putok ng baril sa loob ng bahay. Yes, she just shot him using a gun. She did kill her father at malaya ko lamang siyang pinanood na gawin 'yon.
She is that someone who will kill her dad. We're also the thieves of the stabbed woman. She's the real killer and I'm her witness.
From the start, It was all a lie. She really can't see death because she, herself, is the reason of their death. Siya mismo ang nagdidikta ng magiging kamatayan ng tao. My wife is ill and it happened when she had an accident a year ago.
I supported her because I love her and I know this is her happiness. And it's my responsibility to make my woman happy.
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Arts of Heart (Compilation of OSS)
AléatoireThis is a compilation of my one shot and flashfiction stories. This is purely made by my wild este wide imagination. Enjoy reading!