Comrades in Action Book 4: Mason Krustov

Chapter Fifty

She woke up in an environment that is completely foreign to her. Inilibot niya ang paningin sa paligid. This room is quite is huge. And the style is not the common style that hotels here in the Philippines usually offers. This one's got a European touch to it.

Nasaan ba siya?

Last time she remember, she was at the party. Then the confrontation happened. And then there was Elle ushering her outside the room. And then Rodjan crying..

She gasped.

Rodjan!

Mabilis niyang hinawi ang kumot na nakatakip sa katawan niya at saka bumaba ng kama. Bubuksan na sana niya ang pinto ng isang boses ang pumigil sa kanya.

"Mom?"

Mabilis siyang napalingon. Her son is standing at the balcony door. A chocolate doughnut in his tiny hand. Nakahinga siya ng maluwag at saka lumapit dito. Walang sabi sabi niya itong hinigit payakap. Emotions burst inside her as she do so.

"Mom..? Is there something wrong?"

Tumingala siya upang pigilan ang mga nababadyang luha sa mga mata.

"Mommy's just scared.."

"To what?"

"Of losing you."

Marahang humiwalay sa kanya ang anak. A small frown was on his forehead when he looked at her.

"I'm not going anywhere, mom. Dito lang ako."

Napangiti siya sa tinuran nito. Niyapos niya itong muli. This time a lone tear managed to escape her eyes.

"I'm so.. so sorry baby.." Hikbi niya.

"For what?"

For almost causing your life... for being a bad mom... for letting your twin die...

Lahat iyon ay gusto niyang ihingi ng tawad dito. There are just too many of those bad things that she wanted to apologize for..

"I'm just sorry.."

"It's okay mom.. wag na ka na pong umiyak. I hate to see you cry."

Binuhat niya ito at saka muling tumingin sa paligid. They have to get out of here. Tinungo niya ang pinto habang puno ng pagtatakang pinihit ang seradura niyon. Napaatras siya ng may kung sinong nagtulak niyon pabukas. The face that greeted her deepened her frown.

"Elle?"

"Oh hey! Good morning!"

Gumilid siya ng tuloy tuloy itong pumasok sa loob ng kwarto. Sa mga kamay nito ay isang tray.

"So," Anito pagkababa ng tray sa mesa. "How are you feeling?"

Messed up.

"I feel fine."

Ilang segundo siya nitong tinitigan bago tumango.

"Jet lagged?"

Jet lagged? Why would she have jet lag?

"No. I'm fine, really. Thank you for letting us stay here. But I think it's time for us to go home.."

"Home?"

Tumango siya.

"Where do you think you are, darling?"

"Ahm.. Philippines?" She chuckled awkwardly. Nawala lang ang ngiti niya ng nanatili ang kaseryosohan sa mukha nito. "Aren't we..?" Ang kinakabahang tanong niya.

"Dear, you're in England!"

Bagsak ang pangang napatitig siya dito.

"W-what? No. You must be mistaken."