Behind the Mask [Melody Series 2]

Chapter 15: Stay away

Chapter 15: Stay away.

He prepared soup and breakfast for us. Sobrang sipag nyang magluto. Nakaupo lang ako sa highchair habang pinapanood ko syang magluto sa kitchen island. Nakatitig ako habang nagluluto sya. After nyang mag prepare sya din ang naglagay ng mga pagkain sa dining table at ako heto upong prinsesa joke lang. Tumulong naman ako, ako kumuha ng mga utensils namin.

Nakaupo na kaming dalwa at ready to eat his cook for me ng biglang may nag doorbell. Napatigil ako sa pagsubo at napabaling sa kanya.

"May bisita ka ba?" Takhang taning ko. Umiling lang sya at humigop ng coffee na ginawa nya. "Ako nalang magbukas ng pinto," tumayo ako at lumakad papunta sa pinto ng bahay nya.

Pagkabukas ko ng pinto bumungad sa akin ang isang mid 30's na babae with an elegant dress and luxury bag. Wow. Mayaman talaga, as in. May black Mercedes Benz pa na nakagarrage sa labas ng gate ng bahay ni Aris.

"Who are you po?" Magalang kong tanong sa babae.

"You must be his personal maid," napakunot ang noo ko sa sinabe nya. Personal maid? Huh? Nino? Hindi pa man ako nakakabawi sa sinabe nya agad syang pumasok sa loob ng bahay. "Take my bag." Nagulat ako ng iabot nya sa akin ang bag nya. Dior bag. "Where's my son?"

Anak? Sino? Don't tell me...

"Mom," napatigil ako sa pagsunod ng marinig ko yon galing kay Aris. Confirm. Nanay nga nya to. "Why are you here?" Takhang tanong ni Aris. Bumaling sya sa akin umiling ako hindi ko din alam kung bakit nandito nanay nya.

Huwag sya saken humanap ng sagot. Nanay nya yan eh.

"Wait. Is she new here? Is that your maid? She didn't know I'm your mother..."

"She's not my maid Mom. She's my girlfriend." Aris said in a cold voice.

Luh kagulat. Nagulat Nanay nya pati Ako. Hindi ko inexpect na sasabihin nya yon sa harap ng Nanay nya ng may confident.

"W-what did you say?" Her mother looks at him and then at me.

"She's my girlfriend Mom, not a fucking personal maid." Aris grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. "Now why are you here?" Aris talks to her mom like she's not his mother. There's something in Aris's eyes pain and suffering from a different memory. I can see it in his eyes.

"I'm here because I came here to see you! What did you expect from me!? I miss you, son!" His mother tries to hold Aris hands, but Aris refuses it.

"I'm done in your little game, Mom. I'm not your son anymore." Aris pulled me away to his mother. I look at him, galit na galit sya habang papunta sa dining room. Tahimik syang kumain ako din. Nanatiling nasa living room yung Mom nya. I don't know what to do. Hindi ko alam kung ano yung pinagdadaanan ni Aris ang alam ko lang nasasaktan sya, sobrang nasasaktan.

I want to hold his hands, hug him, and comfort him. Because he suffered hardly. Gusto ko syang lapitan at sabihin na okay lang ang lahat, iiyak mo lang andito ako. But I control myself because inside of me, I am afraid to say something that I don't know about. What is their story or what happened back then?

I keep my mouth shut.

After lunch naiwan ako sa living room ng bahay nya. Nakaupo parin yung Mama nya at nakatitig sa akin.

"Do you know our family is rich?" She asked me.

Nagulat pa ako sa tanong nya. Marahan akong tumango. Of course alam kong mayaman si Aris. Sa pananamit palang, sa magagara nyang sasakyan. Alam kong may pera sya. Ang hindi ko lang alam kung ano yung gustong ipahiwatig o ibig sabihin ng Mama nya sa mga sinasabe nya sa akin.