Addicted Damien (Sartori #1)

Epilogue

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Epilogue

Addicted

Inhaling the refreshing and calming air here in Guimaras Island. I traveled my gaze around the place. It was not that hot because of the wind from the sea makes the surroundings cooler and chilling, the sun is up with its twelve o'clock equal warmth. There were small grey clouds above. It was not that sunny day, and not even that cloudy day either.

It was fairly and equally sunny and cloudy.

Wearing my nude coloured cottagecore picnic puff sleeves cross back maxi dress for pregnant women. I held the lower part of my seven months and a half week baby bump in order to balance myself as I walked.

Three months ago, Damien finally released from being admitted to a rehabilitation center. I was four months and a half week pregnant that time.

Damien seemed so happy and healthy, but he's still the bossy and workaholic Damien I know.

Ang pinagkaiba lang sa kanya ngayon ay naging healthy siya. Hindi na namumutla ang kanyang balat at mas lalo lamang naging maskulado ang kanyang pangangatawan. Gabi-gabi na rin siyang nakakatulog ng maayos kahit wala ako sa tabi niya. Hindi katulad noon na kailangan ko pa siyang tabihan para makatulog. Pero simula noong magkasama na kami ulit ay alas syete pa nga lang ng gabi ay gusto na nitong matulog at nagdedemand na tabihan ko daw siya kahit hindi pa naman ako inaantok.

We talked about our future way back in Australia. We planned.

I told him that I want to get back here in the Philippines. I want him to leave the Sartorian Mafia, the La Cosa Nostra. I begged for him to give us, with our future baby, a normal life.

Remembering what happened in Terrey Hills, suburb of Northern Sydney, Australia. I took a sip on the white straw of my fresh buko juice and inhaled when the scene flashed back on my mind.

"I know, little," Damien sat on my bed after I said that things that I planned for us. "Alam ko na gusto mo ring mamuhay sa Pilipinas ng payapa. Saan mo gustong tumira tayo?"

Kalalabas niya lamang last week mula sa pinakamalapit na rehabilitation center rito sa Sydney, Australia. Sa tatlong buwan niya roon ay isang beses ko lamang siyang nabisita.

"Damien, please? Gusto ko munang makasigurado na hindi na tayo babalik sa ganitong sitwasyon," pakiusap ko habang inaayos ang wooden bed tray table dito sa kama. "Sartorian Mafia, Lazzarinian Mafia, and the La Cosa Nostra is just too much and dangerous."

"Little..." malambing nitong tawag mula sa pagiging abala ko. "Remember that time? When father beat me up?"

I was munching some TimTam with my glass of warm milk. TimTam is one of the much-loved and famous chocolate-malted biscuits here in Australia that are sold around the world due to its sweet addictiveness.

"Why?" I asked Damien, giving him only half of my attention.

"He already disowned me, little."

Natigilan ako sa aking kinakain nang dahil sa sinabi nito. Tumingin ako sa kanya.

He doesn't sound sad about his father disowning him. Ramdam ko ay sobrang saya pa nito.

Bakit ngayon niya pa lamang sinabi sa akin? Bakit noong binisita ko siya sa rehabilitation center ay wala naman siyang nabanggit?