RS#1: Product Of A Mistake (COMPLETED)

|CHAPTER 14|

"Sigurado ka? Baka pagalitan ka.."

"Hindi. Maiintindihan naman nila iyon." I sighed as I leaned back on my seat.

Nasa eroplano kami ngayon pabalik sa Manila and Wayeth kept on glancing at me.

Alam ko kung ano ang tumatakbo sa utak niya.

He wants me to tell him everything. He wants me to inform him what the hell was going on back there.

And the thought that he pulled me behind him and stood up to my father amidst the guns pointing at our direction gives me unexplainable emotions rising within me.

Ewan ko ba kung kilig ba ito. Pero parang ganon na nga.

I found myself admiring him back there, staring at his back and hearing how strong his emotions were when he blackmailed my Father and saved us.

Buti nalang talaga at siya ang kasama ko noong nalaman ko ang pagkamatay ni Kuya Bogart.

He did not only lend me money, he did not only insisted on staying beside me, but he also managed to talk it out with my Daddy.

Sa totoo lang kasi, hindi ko rin naisip na kapahamakan ang maaari kong abutan roon.

I was too preoccupied na hindi ko man lang naisip na maaaring kamatayan ko ang sasalubong sa akin sa mansion na iyon.

"I got in a car accident with my Mom when I was seven years old—"

"Cha." Napalingon ako rito nang biglaan niyang hinawakan ang kamay ko na nakapatong sa armrest na siyang pinagigitnaan namin. "You don't have too if you can't."

"H-huh?"

"Wala akong kaalam-alam sa mga nangyari sa buhay mo. But what I know is that you have been through a lot... And I know how painful it is to share stories with an intense flow."

Napapikit ako ng mariin saka ko siya hinampas sa braso at natawa.

"Gago mag-oopen up na nga eh. Tapos nakuha mo pang mag-speech!" Pang-aasar ko sa kanya.

He only stared at me kaya pasimple kong inalis ang kamay niya na nakapatong sa kamay ko.

"Sasabihin ko sayo ang mga nangyari sa buhay ko hindi dahil sa napipilitan lamang ako. I'm about to tell you it for I believe that you deserve to know the truth."

"Why though?" Napakagat-labi ako nang mapansin kung gaano kalalim ang mga titig niya sa akin.

His eyes were daring which perfectly fit the way he raised one of his eyebrows.

Amused.

I can sense a hint of amusement with the expression he was making.

"Why Cha? Why do you feel like I deserve to know the truth—"

"Because you're the first person who stood up against my dad to protect me. Sina Tita, Tito, si Yaya at si Kuya Bogart, they only decided to stand up against him nung walang-wala na ako. Naisipan lang nilang itakas ako after five— six years of suffering. I was there by myself Wayeth. Questioning my existence... Nasa bodega ako gabi-gabi, kinakausap ang sarili na I deserved all those tortures. I forced myself to think na karapat-dapat lang sa akin ang mga ginawang pag-bababoy ni Daddy. Na kulang pa ang lahat ng iyon. Na—"

My heart stopped beating for a second when he suddenly wrapped his arms around me, gently pushing my head down to lay on his right shoulder.

"You're crying Cha." Bulong nito habang ramdam na ramdam ko ang mahinang paghahagod nito sa likuran ko. "Hindi ka pa handa. Maybe in the following days... Baka sakali lang... I want you to tell me everything when you can already control your emotions."