Alabang Boys Series #1
Jaesie Rosenthal knows what she brings to the table, and love is just another luxury she doesn't have any plan to buy. But a multi-million-peso agreement is something she will consider when it comes to business.
When Rico Dard...
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I TRIED not to pass out in the middle of weeping. I took Arthas' phone and called the homeowner's shuttle service. I asked them to provide medical personnel and a stretcher since I knew how long the ambulance could respond. Baka wala nang buhay si Arthas bago pa sila makarating.
Hindi ako binigo ng shuttle service. Wala pang five minutes, nakaresponde na sila sa emergency.
Arthas was still breathing, but not enough to tell that he was in good shape. Since his bedroom floor was carpeted, the chair made no noise. I think he hanged himself after he heard me inside his house.
He was still warm, and I was hoping I hadn't come too late to save him from taking his own life.
"Kuya, sasama po ako sa ospital!" I hopped inside the backseat of the L300 van as our shuttle, while the guard-medic of the homeowners association took care of Arthas.
He was unconscious, at hindi ko mapigilang manginig habang ang tanging hawak ko lang ay ang phone ko, umaasang mata-track agad ni Rico para mahanap kami.
Arthas didn't look dead, and I didn't want to see him dead either.
I loved him. I spent years trying to keep that love and my heart for him alive. But as I stared at him in his dying state, all I could think about was apologizing to Rico for abandoning him on our special day in order to save Arthas.
I was apologizing to Rico in every way possible. Paulit-ulit kong sinasabi sa utak ang lahat ng sorry ko habang tahimik na umiiyak dahil hindi ako dapat nasa tabi ni Arthas ngayon kundi nasa tabi niya.
I was supposed to say my vows of forever with him, not my apologies, just because I chose my old flame over my new life.
Hindi ko na napansin ang oras. Napatingin lang ako sa pinto ng van pagkabukas n'on. Binungad agad ang isang nakaabang na stretcher na nauna nang tinawagan ng medic sa van. Muntik pa akong malaglag pagbaba ko dahil sa sobang panlalambot. Mabuti na lang at inalalayan ako ng isang dumulog na nurse bago pa ako masubsob sa sementadong sahig sa bungad ng emergency room.
Sobrang gulo. Sobrang gulo ng lahat. Everyone was looking at me. Everyone was looking at me. I didn't know if my makeup was smudged, if I was wearing a wedding dress inside the emergency room, or if I was crying in front of a dying man—I had no idea.
"Ma'am, sino po ang kasama ng pasyente?" pagharang sa akin ng isang nurse habang nakasulyap ako kay Arthas na inililipat ng hospital bed sa gitna ng napakaraming taong paroo't parito sa emergency room.
"Ako po, sir," nahihirapan kong sagot habang nagbabara ang lalamunan ko gawa ng iyak.
The nurse guided me to the front desk, a single turn away from the ER, to fill out some papers. And I silently cried as I tried to sign some papers in the middle of my breakdown.
I couldn't even hold the pen properly. Nangangatal ako. Hindi ko mabasa nang maayos ang mga necessary information na kailangang pirmahan. MCT lang ang naiintindihan kong pangalan ng ospital, and the rest was too blurry because of my tears.
