The Great Boss

Chapter 36

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Minsan, may mga pagkakataon talaga na gusto ko na lang sabunutan ang sarili ko sa lahat ng mga katangahan na nangyayari sa buhay ko.

I knew for a fact that having him around screams danger. This is fucking bad. After the pain and frustrations, meeting him again was insanely terrifying. All the strong façade I put up, was gone useless.

Isang lambing lang, tangay agad! Isang halik lang, bigay agad!

Ang rupok mo talaga Via! Why did I give in easily?!

Suminghal ako sa sarili.

I hate it that this adult heart still longs for him. I hated how I clung unto him like a fucking jealous and foolish teenage girl that night.

But he isn't married, right?

Symon said he's not. Damn it.

And, so what if he's not? I should fucking implant in my head that he left without ado. That I deserve an explanation, or even a single word.

But he didn't.

He left with no words.

And that... that's something I won't allow for the third time.

But the thought of having a complete family enthralls me... My son deserves the life more than I could give. Kahit para kay Von na lang...

I drew a deep sigh.

I decided to let all my frustrations and disappointment buried by occupying myself with household works.

I ignored his messages. Kailangan kong makapagisip. My mind is seriously clouded.

Sobrang nakakadisappoint lang talaga ang sarili ko. It's frustrating me how disappointed I am with myself. Kaya to lull myself from thinking too much and from boredom, I started cleaning.

Sobrang long overdue na iyong plano kong maglinis sa attic, kaya ngayon ko gagawin. I am planning to renovate this area. Pero pagiisipan ko pa kung ano ang pweding gawin.

I was in the middle of segregating the things to be thrown out, nang nay nahagip ang mga ko. It's the medium sized frames resting against the wall.

I flopped down and reached for it. I blew and wiped off the dusts.

Agad na tumulo ang luha ko nang makita ko ang unang frame. It's a photo of tatay when he was still young.

Ricardo Lopez III is what written on the bottom part.

I caressed my tatay's face on the photo and smiled bitterly.

My tatay... he was a good father. He may be a disciplinarian, but he raised us well...

The second frame is a sepia photo of my parents. The scheme didn't make the photo bad. In fact, it looked more vintage – it's beautiful. At sobrang bata nilang tignan doon...

"Anak."

Agad akong napalingon kay nanay na papalapit na sa akin.

"Nay. Tignan niyo po, nakita ko itong old photo frame ninyo ni tatay...", inabot ko ito sa kaniya.

"Umiiyak ka ba, nak?"

Kaagad kong pinalis ang mga luha ko at umiling.

"Wala nay, napuwing lang po."

"Stop lying... Manang mana ka talaga sa tatay mo.", humalakhak siya.

I only smiled. She lovingly caressed the old photo frame of them.