The Sultan and I
Chapter 38
Nakatulala akong nakaupo sa sahig na nasa loob ng kwarto ng anak ko habang nakayakap sa natutulog na si Osman.
The tears from my cheeks have dried and my heart has turned numb from too much crying.
Nagbaba ako ng tingin at marahang hinaplos ang buhok ng pinakamamahal kong anak. Nakatulugan na niya ang pagyakap sa akin ng dahil sa sobrang takot.
After the Sultan left the room, Osman immediately clung onto my arms, seeking my protection desperately.
I can't help but feel pity over my young son's ordeal because he is a Sehzade of this empire.
Maybe Zahir is right. I made him like this. Because of my greed, these horrible things have happened to all of us.
Nakatulala parin akong nakaupo doon nang may biglang dumating na isang sundalo.
"Your majesty," he bowed. "We have already retrieved the bodies of the traitors. His majesty, the Sultan, ordered us to ask for your permission to bury the dead body of the servant named Petia."
Kaagad akong natigil sa paghaplos sa buhok ng anak ko nang dahil sa narinig. At hindi ko na nga napigilan pa ang pagbuhos ulit ng mga luha sa magkabila kong pisngi ng dahil sa sinabi niya.
Petia is dead.
All of my allies inside the palace are dead.
The wings that I have painfully built throughout the years were effortlessly broken by my own husband, the Sultan, and he left me to remain as his powerless, weak, and innocent flower inside the cage that he had built for me.
Maybe I deserve this after betraying his trust.
Nagtaas ako ng mukha at lumuluhang napatitig sa mukha ng sundalo.
"Bury her beside Damla." My voice is soft and weak because of too much crying. "Allow my faithful servants to meet each other."
Kaagad naman siyang yumuko. Pagkatapos 'non ay tumalikod narin siya at naglakad paalis.
Kaya naiwan na naman kaming dalawa ng anak ko sa loob ng madilim na kwarto habang yakap-yakap ko siya ng mahigpit sa dibdib ko.
At nasa gan'on parin kaming posisyon bago biglang may dumating ulit mula sa pintuan ng kwarto ng prinsipe.
It's Nehir.
"How is our Sehzade?!" She asked with panic on her face.
Mabilis siyang tumakbo palapit sa amin bago siya naupo sa harapan ko at sinipat ang mukha ng natutulog na prinsipe.
She gently touched his face and examined him thoroughly.
At nang makita niya na humihinga parin si Osman ay kaagad siyang napahinga ng malalim at napatingin sa itaas.
"Oh, thank God, the Almighty..." She silently prayed in relief.
Pagkatapos 'non ay naupo na siya sa tabi ko at magkatabi naming pinagmasdan ang natutulog namin na prinsipe.
"I almost met the Angel of Death this time, my child." Nehir whispered to me. "It must be a blessing from God that the officials did not mention my name when they were being interrogated by Jalil or my head would be in the imperial yard now."
Hindi ako nagsalita.
Nanatili lang akong nakatulala habang yakap parin ng mahigpit sa dibdib ko ang kaisa-isa kong anak.
Ngunit laking gulat ko nang bigla niyang hawakan ang kaliwang kamay ko dahilan para mapatingin ako sa kanya.
And with those eyes that are full of determination, she spoke in a low voice to avoid being heard from the outside.
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