Tourney of Beguiling (North Series #2: Fausea)

Chapter 40

"Dito nalang po, manong." sabi ko sa tricycle driver at bumaba na.

Old memories of my young self flashes back as I stare at the establishment. Mas lumago ito. Ganon parin ang pangalan.

Dizon Fish Hatchery.

Humugot ako ng malalim na hininga bago naglakad sa katabing lupain. Mahaba ang lalakarin dahil naglalakihang ektarya ang sakop ng Fish Farm.

I gasped when I saw a lot of cars park on the vacant lot na malapit sa ilog. Maraming turista na ang dumadayo sa Flower Fields..

I looked at the engraved ark on the entrance.

Jardin de Rhysea.

Mapait akong napangiti. Fauna would probably sulk kung alam niyang pangalan lang ni Rhysea ang nasa flower field.

I can see a lot of people visiting the place. Ang wood cabin ay naipatayo na. Maraming puno ng narra ang nasa cabin, like it was a secluded part of the garden. I gasped upon seeing six pairs of big glass house, noong huling punta ko dito ay ginagawa palang ang unang glass house.

The field is so wide, it compose of different types of flower. The view is aesthetic because of the small hills full of vibrant color produces by the green scenery mixed with the unique tint of flowers.

There's a barnhouses, one on the center and the other is near the entrance.

I see people coming in and out. Tourists, vloggers, teenagers, and students doing projects.

My eyes stopped on the concrete establishment designed with hig-end materials. The mausoleum where my firstborn was buried.

Naglakad ako patungo doon, but to my dismay, there was a barricade and a lock.

I cleared someone cleared his throat on my back. I turned to see and a familiar old man greeted me.

"Bawal po ang pumasok sa loob, ma'am." Mang Domeng uttered. Nangunot ang noo nito. "Mukha po kayong pamilyar."

I smiled a little. May katandaan na ito and we only met a few times years ago. Hindi siguro niya ako nakilala dahil sa blonde na maiksing buhok plus I am wearing shades. Even the locals do not recognize me as the daughters of the Dizons, which is a good thing.

I don't want to pass generational hatred to my daughters.

Ibinaba ko ang aking salamin at ngumiti dito. "Ako po, si Fausea. Iyong babaeng anak ng mga Dizon-"

"Na asawa ni Ser Rhyno?" nanlaki ang mata nito at dali-daling hinugot ang susi, binuksan agad ang pintuan. Some people curiously gaze dahil ngayon lang ata nabuksan ito.

"Pasensya na, Ma'am! Bilin kasi ni Ser na huwag bubuksan sa publiko ang libingan ni baby Rhyno Jr., pero araw-araw naman po naming nililinisan." Masiyahin sambit nito.

Hindi nagtagal ay umalis din si Mang Domeng.

Inilibot ko ang paningin at makintab nga ang paligid. May bagong sinding kandila at bagong pitas na bulaklak sa lapida ng baby ko.

I inhaled sharp as I placed a small truck and a small cake on his tomb.

"I hope you are happy up there, baby." I sniffed as I caressed his name carved on the tile. "Did you met your lolo and lola? Or Lolo Isidro? I hope they are taking care of you."

Mapait akong ngumiti. "I got the justice that we deserve, 'nak. Mama will never run anymore. I can finally provide a better future for your sisters."

My heart still ache for not having the chance to hold him in my arms, to see his face while adorably sleeping, to guess who did he inherit his looks, to hear his cries and giggles.