Sinking Deep (GL)

CHAPTER 33

What? Ma'am Vivien? Does she have knowledge about all of this?

What could they possibly mean by "Samonte"? It suddenly clicked in my mind that Charlotte's last name is Samonte. Naalala ko nung prom night when her parents were announced as doctors. Does Charlotte already know about this? May connection ba ang parents ko sa parents niya?

These thoughts swirled in my head as I hurriedly got up and rushed to my room. But as I swung the door open, the persistent chest pain hit me again, causing me to lose my balance.

"Argh... Ah..." I groaned in pain, struggling to maintain my equilibrium. The weight of my parents conversation about my condition and the unexpected name drop intensified my agony.

Suddenly I heard a distinct footstep, "Anak!?" dad voice echoes as he saw me struggling to rose up from the floor.

Dahan-dahan niya akong inilalayan para makatayo, "Careful.." his voice is soft and gentle. Iginiya niya ako paupo sa kama ko at hinipo ang ulo ko, then he hug me.

"Dad will take of everything, hmm?" he assured, his hands while caressing my hair is soothing. "I love you, just wait a little time sweetie and everything will be alright." He reassured.

"Dad..." I whispered weakly.

"Yes, dad is here. I'm here." He said as he escape her arms wrapping me.

He kiss my forehead, "Stay here and rest. You don't have to go to school tomorrow, Miss Vivien will watch over you while we're away." He said.

"S-saan kayo pupunta..?"

"To someone we know. Someone who knows you."

Tumango ako at pinahiga niya ako sa kama ko. "Your mom is cooking your favorite dish, let's wait for her okay?" Dad said.

Observing my father's gaze fixed on me, I could discern the hidden pain he was concealing behind his reassuring smile. His eyes betrayed his true emotions, and it became evident that he was hurting too. Despite his attempts to appear strong, the weight of my struggles was clearly taking a toll on him as well.

After a brief period of waiting, my mother entered the room with a tray in her hands, bearing my dinner. Her smile held a mixture of care and concealed pain, a reflection of her worry for me. They gently assisted me as I propped myself up on the bed to have my dinner. Both of them tended to me, ensuring my comfort as I reclined on the bed.

"Would you like me to sing for you, Frey?" Mom inquired softly, taking a seat beside me. "It might help you sleep and this is your favorite when you were still a kid."

"Opo," I smiled, as I'm laying down.

Mom began humming softly. It's comforting. Nakikinig lang si dad na nakaupo sa tabi ko.

Sana'y di magmaliw ang dati kong araw
Nang munti pang bata sa piling ni nanay
Nais kong maulit ang awit ni inang mahal
Awit ng pag-ibig habang ako'y nasa duyan

Indeed, the melody seemed so familiar. It was a tune that had been a constant in my childhood, a source of comfort during uncertain times. Although the details of those days were hazy in my memory, the song remained a vivid thread connecting me to the past. A Filipino lullaby, its soothing notes had the power to ease my worries and envelop me in a sense of security.

Sa aking pagtulog na labis ang himbing
Ang bantay ko'y tala, ang tanod ko'y bituin
Sa piling ni nanay, langit ay buhay
Puso kong may dusa sabik sa ugoy ng duyan

Her voice was a warm embrace that encircled me like a blanket. Her calming voice filled the room, and the pain started to fade. My attention was drawn to her song as the outer world started to fade. The mesmerizing force of her voice worked its magic with each note, calming my intense anguish.