CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"I'LL BE fine. You don't need to bring me to the Hospital, apo."
The old Montero is laying on the bed, he looks sick, but still trying to be strong in front of them. Hindi na ito nakasabay ng almusal sa kanila dahil masama ang pakiramdam.
"I'll call your doctor, then. Hindi pwedeng ganito, Papa." It was Brooke who was sitting at the side of the bed, while she's standing just beside him.
"Kung mamamatay ako, mamamatay."
"And I don't like it." Brooke hissed. "Don't say it,"
Don Armando gave his grandchild a weak smile, kasabay ng pagkulubot ng balat sa gilid ng mga mata nito. He may be old by age, but she can say that he was good looking, lalo na siguro kung kabataan pa nito.
"I just need to rest. Napuyat lang ako kagabi kaya sumama ang pakiramdam ko."
"It was my fault."
"Go and leave. I want some time alone."
Nag-aalala na tumingin muna ang asawa niya sa lolo nito bago tamad na tumayo. Parang ayaw naman talagang umalis, napipilitan lang.
"Magpagaling ka kaagad, Papa. Kung hindi, magpapatawag na talaga ako ng doktor."
Don Armando wave his hand and frowned. "Go ahead."
"Sana po ay umayos na ang pakiramdam mo, P-Papa." Mahinahon na sambit niya.
Don Armando just glanced at her, no reaction from him. Wala na silang nakuhang salita pa mula rito kaya nagpasya na silang lumabas ng malaking silid nito, kasunod nila ang ilang kasambahay.
"Ano'ng sakit niya?" Curious na tanong niya sa asawa nung nakalabas na sila.
"He was diagnosed with Leukemia, but I doubted it."
"Ahm, hindi siya mukhang may leukemia."
Its true though. Don Armando looks healthy, ang masamang pakiramdam ay marahil dala lang ng katandaan.
"But, I'm worried about his heart."
"Meron din siyang sakit sa puso?"
"May butas siya sa puso," Inalalayan siya nito pababa sa hagdan. "Or maybe he was just tricking me with his illness. I know Papa so well."
"He tricked you." She teased, they are holding each other's hand.
Ang mga kasambahay na kasunod nila kanina ay nawala na sa paningin niya. Sa laki ng mansyon, marapat lang na marami ang naglilinis at nag-aalaga do'n.
"I guess, yes," he chuckled. "Well, I'd rather choose him to trick me than being ill."
"Why don't you talk to his doctor?" She suggested then looked up on him.
Brooke shook his head a bit. "I don't want to. Ayokong pakialaman si Papa ng hindi niya alam. I don't want him to get mad at me because of that."
"You respect him that much?"
"Yes, because without him, I don't know where I would be now."
"Nasaan ba ang magulang mo? Mga kapatid mo?"
Patuloy sila sa paglalakad, papunta kung saang parte ng mga mansyon. Magkahawak ang mga kamay nila, tila sanay na sanay na sa gano'ng sitwasyon nila.
"They're gone. And, I'm the only child."
"Oh, sorry." Sinulyapan niya ito ngunit sa mga malalaking portrait sa harap nila ito nakatingin. "Ah, kaya pala ikaw lang ang tagapagmana ni Don Armando."
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