Closure
Hindi na talaga ako nakatiis kaya lumabas ako ng kwarto at sumilip mula sa railings, malapit sa hagdan. Gladly I saw a housemaid and call her.
"Anong mayron sa baba at mukhang may handaan?"
"Welcome party po iyon sa inyo dalawa ni Ma'am Aliyah Ma'am ni Senyor Silvestre. Pati narin po sa kadarating niyang bisita. Mamaya pong gabi ang handaan at imbitado lahat ng trabahador pati pamilya nila at ang malapit na mga kapit-bahay. Hindi po ba nasabi sa inyo?"
What? Naalala ko ngang sinabi iyon ni lolo way back I was in New York na magpapahanda nga siya sa pag dating namin ni Mommy. Akala ko iyong lunch namin kahapon, 'yon na 'yon. Hindi pa pala. Tsaka bakit ngayon lang nagpahanda ng bongga si lolo? I couldn't understand the point! Yes lolo owes him a lot because of the beautiful types of corn he give to us but then does it have to be grandier just because of that? Wala naman akong problema sa mga mais talaga pero bakit pakiramdam ko para sa ibang dahilan ang selebrasyon na ito?
I bowed politely and thank the housemaid before I went back to my room. Ilang sandali lang ay narinig kong may kumatok sa pintuan ko.
Napa-upo ako ng maayos sa kama expecting that some unexpected person will come but immediately shook my head. What is happening to you, Allyana? Mas aligaga pa ang utak mo kaysa sa mga tao sa baba!
"Pasok." I said loudly, enough for the person outside to hear me.
Pumasok ang isang kasambahay. "Ma'am, bumaba na raw po kayo para sa tanghalian sabi ni Senyor Amando at Ma'am Alliyah."
"Tell them that I'll just eat my lunch here." Kalmado kong sabi.
Kinagat niya ang ibabang labi saka napakamot sa gilid ng ulo niya. "Sabi po e bumaba daw po kayo Ma'am Allyana at saluhan sila sa dining area."
Bumuntong-hininga ako. They are giving me no choice. I know sila ang may pakana ng pag off ng wifi connection! I just couldn't believe them. Lolo seems desperate for him because of his corns and Mommy for wanting me to settle down! My goodness!
I have forgiven him for what he did but heck, I never forget it. True that time can heal a wounded heart. There is no recipe to it. There is no rules to it. There is no strategy to it. Only time. For me.
I remember years ago how broken hearted I was because of him and how he made me believe in his promises yet he fooled me in the end. I remember clearly how I lost myself. It was not easy. Akala ko katulad lang sa mga nababasa ko sa novels o nakikita sa movie na mabilis lang maka move on. But it was like hell. I shed a lot of tears. My heart was broken into a million pieces. I lost my trust to men. I lost my faith in true love. And it was all because I simple love a playboy like him.
But then again like what I said. I have forgiven him. He happened and I cannot erase my past. Whatever his reason on how he made me believe and crush me in the end shouldn't be my least concern now. I have move on. I have forgiven. I am now okay. I have learnt. If it happens that despite all this years he isn't still changing, then it is his problem.
Mabuti nga nangyari iyon ng maaga na nakilala ko talaga kung ano siya. Kasi kung nag tagal pa, I would force myself to not leave for New York because of him. And if I did that, it would been more a disaster. I will not be where I am now if that didn't happened. Indeed God always has a plan for each of us. We may not understand the turmoil in our lives but eventually, we'll know in the right time.
"Fine. I'll go downstairs in a couple of minutes." I answered and the housemaid nodded before she politely excuse herself.
Conscious, I went in the front of the mirror and check myself. Of course I don't like to look napabayaan ng panahon now that my still good looking ex is here. Parang hindi man lang siya nanghinayang talaga sa'kin. He looks more handsome and fresh like he didn't hurt me, like he didn't crush my heart years ago.

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Behind Every Playboy
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