The Desperate Marriage

Invisible

(Kabanata 24)

Trust the one who's been where you are wishing all it was was sticks and stones
Those words cut deep but they don't mean you're all alone
You're not invisible
Hear me out, there's so much more to life than what you're feeling now
Someday you'll look back on all these days and all this pain is gonna be... Invisible
Oh, invisible

(From the lyrics of: INVISIBLE)

-Hunter Hayes-

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Jamie POV

She's really a desperate. I thought she change but.. Still, she always hang up with her friends. I sighed.

It's been to days since we had that argument. Wala man lang kaming matinong usapan these past few days. Lage na lang may cold war. At sa hindi ko mawaring pagbabago ng ugali niya hindi kami nagkakaintindihan.

Right now, I don't know but I'm willing to sacrifice my pride just to accept her as my wife. I can't let her go just like that. I've been dreaming to have a happy and complete family ever since. My Dad (biological father) left us. Hindi ko man lang siya nakilala and wherever he is, I don't care anyway. My poor Mom, died at the early of 29 because of cancer, I was six years old that time. That was the most tragic incident happened in my entire life. Pero hindi naman ako nagsisi na inampon ako ng mag-asawang Zamora. They're not just good parents to me but they're also lovable too. They treat me as their real son, like their own flesh and blood. Still, I'm longing to have a happy family. Kung ako ay magkakaanak ipinapangako ko sa sarili na hinding hindi ko siya iiwan like what my father did to me.

I sighed.

The throwback and all of those stuffs frustrate me sometimes. I should learn to let go and accept my future with my wife. I just need time to know her better. Maybe kailangan ko ring ihanda ang sarili sa mga posibleng mangyayari.

I stood up, and headed to the kitchen. My stomach is growling from hunger. Hindi pala ako nakapagdinner kagabi. I miss my wife's foods. Basta I miss her.

I woke up late, its my day-off, tomorrow we're going to Boracay for family reunion.

Isang mabangong amoy ang umaalingasaw sa labas ng kwarto. Amoy pa lang mas lalo na akong nagugutom. Tiyak na nagluluto na naman siya.

Tumungo agad ako sa kusina. I saw her wearing her usual dress. Marami akong nakitang mga styrofoam. At isa-isa niyang nilagyan ng mga pagkain ang mga yon. May kanin, ulam at salad sa bawat tabi.

I'm just wondering kung para saan ang mga yon. She's seriously packing those foods.

Nasulyapan niya akong nakatayo dito sa may pintuan. Kaya napahinto siya at tinitigan ako saglit. Then, she continue packing those things.

"Kumain kana. Ready na ang pagkain mo."

She said without emotion. Kahit madalas kaming may misunderstanding, she never stop to cook something for me. Acting as my wife, madalas parin naman niya akong asikasuhin. Sometimes nababaliwala ko lang.

"What's these for?"

I asked frowning at her, lumapit ako at napatingin sa isang malaking bag na naglalaman ng styrofoam ng mga pagkain.

"Para sa mga street children. Sayang lang yang mga pagkaing niluto ko dito sa bahay, nabubulok lang walang kumakain."

Medyo pagtataray niyang tono ng pagsagot. Mas lalong nagsalubong ang kilay ko sa sinabi niya. Nabubulok? Really?