His Promises

CHAPTER 23

The crowd

"Rheiniel, baby. don't leave me please" I woke up with that dream and found myself crying again. What the hell was that? That Hilton's voice kept haunting me for years that I've spent in this foreign land. Why do I have this feeling that the joke's on me? Why am I feeling some conscience that I shouldn't have to? They betrayed me, I should be moving on with myself.

Is it my fault for writing a story and making it work? God I'm just expressing my own thoughts and feelings. My own experience throughout my disaster marriage, which once I thought and made myself believe could last forever. Whatever's the reason that I keep on hearing this voice in my head 'til now, probably he's now thinking how he screwed things up. How awful he was or maybe he's still is.

That's why I need to party though sometimes there's nothing to be celebrating of. I have to distract my brain. I hate being sober.

"O my God, Rhein. You're drunk!" Trish snatched away the wine glass from my hand to stop me from drinking.

"Please. I'm celebrating for my success. See, I can thrive without a guy, right? Two fucking years for being single and just partying, no one's manipulating me what to do. It feels great, you know" I smiled with my tired-blinking eyes and stole Rebecca's glass to drink it. Sinaway nila ako pero tinawanan ko lang sila. I'm not a child to be treated like a child. Pinapangarap ko lang ito dati na malasing kasama ang friends ko. Now it's happening.

When the music changed into something rock and lively, I walked through the dancefloor and start dancing and grooving my body like I own the place. What a shame that I didn't experience this much in my younger years. I feel so alive. God. If only I could stay in here for the rest of my life, I might forget the reason why I brought myself in this country.

My two girls followed me and started dancing with me as we drinking more wine. There's a lot of guys coming closer to us and tries to flirt us but we're pushing them away and dance with just the three of us instead. Living our life just like how we wanted it.

I opened my eyes and massaged my temple. The last time I remember, I was just dancing in a crowded floor while shouting, singing along with the rock songs 'til I lost my consciousness. How did I even get here in bed?

Bumangon ako at mahinang hinilot ang sentido ko. I opened the speaker to listen to Taylor Swift's songs. Magluluto sana ako ng almusal kaso pagtingin ko sa orasan ay magtatanghalian na. Kaya ulam na lang ang lulutuin ko. Mas gumaling na ako sa pagluluto dito. Wala ng spoiled-spoiled at mala-prinsesa na pinagsisilbihan ako araw-araw. This is more I like it, the simpler life. Where I truly belong.

Nang makatapos ako pati sa pagsasaing ay tinawag ko na sina mama para kumain na ng tanghalian. Tulog pa kina Rebecca, may mga hang over pa yung mga yun. Gusto ko pa din sanang matulog pa kaso may pupuntahan ako ngayon. Nag-kape lang ako pagkatapos kumain ng konti. Nais daw makipag meet sana ngayon ng editor ko kaso nagulat ako sa sinabi nina mama.

"Uuwi na tayo ng Pilipinas. Nakapagpahinga na din ang papa mo ng dalawang taon mula sa operasyon" parang wala lang kay mama ang sinasabi niya habang sunod sunod ang subo nito. Habang tumango lang si papa at sang ayon kaagad sa asawa.

I want it too, but I have career here in Chicago. People just started loving me and my works.

"Good idea, tita. Naisip na nga din po namin ni Becca na mag quit na sa pagtatrabaho out of the country. We'll planning to apply as a teacher sa Bicol, Albay. Simple life. Serving to our countrymen, not to foreigners." Trish came out of nowhere and sat infront of me.

"You're planning what? And you didn't even bother to tell me?" Kumunot ang noo ko at sinamaan ko siya ng tingin. Dumating din si Becca at nakisalo sa harapan namin.