Miggy's POV
P.S.
It's a baby girl. I named her after our names, Gabriella Therese.
Always,
Teresa
P.S.
It's a baby girl. I named her after our names, Gabriella Therese.
Always,
Teresa
P.S.
It's a baby girl. I named her after our names, Gabriella Therese.
Always,
Teresa
P.S.
It's a baby girl. I named her after our names, Gabriella Therese.
Always,
Teresa
P.S.
It's a baby girl. I named her after our names, Gabriella Therese.
Always,
Teresa
Those last lines, scribbled on the bottom of the card, stick with me on a frequent basis. Those were really simple and fundamental phrases to consider, yet they seemed to me to be the most difficult terms to grasp. I couldn't decipher it because it wasn't even written in a foreign language. Maybe my brain wasn't ready to accept it because my heart was reacting to the hurt those words put on me.
A bolt of lightning struck me out of nowhere, leaving me with wide open eyes and unable to blink. It's as if I saw a ghost standing in front of me, rendering me dumbfounded. I was still in that state when I heard the door open and close, but I didn't mind seeing who was there. When, unexpectedly,
"Miggy?" I heard my father's voice calling to me as my gaze was fixed on the mentioned card. I felt like I was being stabbed with a razor-sharp dagger, which pierced my heart several times.
I forced myself to look at him. I could see he was stunned by his look. Of course, he didn't think I'd find out his deepest secret anytime soon. He wasn't expecting to find me carrying the card with evidence of his betrayal of our family, which he had probably kept for a long time. However, because there was no date on the card, it is difficult to tell when this occurred. But it was on his birthday, so what year was it?
"Miggy, let me explain," he continued, though it's already obvious that his secret was now revealed right in front of my very eye.
"When is this dad? How could you do this to us?" the words came out of my mouth after a few minutes in my stupor.
"Uhm, that was the reason why I asked you to be here because I wanted to tell you everything," he explained.
I expected him to deny it simply so I wouldn't get upset, but I was mistaken since he did acknowledge it, despite the apparent anxiety in his countenance. What does it imply? I couldn't believe this was his motive for bringing me here. Slowly, a tear streamed down my cheek, causing my eyesight to distort.
"Dad?" when he is about to come near me.
"It's not what you think, Miggy, son. I have no intention of causing you or your mother any harm. I admit it was a huge mistake, and I had no idea it would turn out that way. I'm already kicking myself. I have no intention of repeating the experience," I can see the agony and regret in his eyes, but I can't accept it. I had always assumed their marriage was working well. But I was mistaken since I was unaware of all that had occurred to him, my mother, and our family. My father is someone I hold in great regard. In many ways, I idolized him.
"B-But w-why? Why did it have to happen this way? W-Why?" I am so confused. The anger that I felt earlier was being replaced with so many questions in my mind that caused so much perplexity in me.
"It was two years after you were born, when we were very busy because we had an entry to the Manila Film Festival. Your mom and I were both preoccupied with our own respective errands. We rarely see each other because your mother spends the majority of her time on location shooting. While I was busy doing my own thing here in Manila as a producer of the film. One night, I attended a meeting together with my co-producers that was hosted by the MFF committee. After that, some of my colleagues invited us to have some drinks in the bar, though we already had some shots during the gathering. I didn't notice that I had drank so much wine that time. While we were busy drinking and talking at our table, a bunch of people approached us to say hi, and some introduced themselves knowing that we're from the entertainment industry. That's when I met her, Teresa. She and her co-models had their after-party celebration for the success of their show that night. We had a casual conversation while she sat beside me that time, until we were tempted and swallowed by the worldly activity. It was just one night and we didn't get to see each other after that. I mean, I have no plans to see her again. I actually learned to forget her," he started confessing the mess that he had made in the past. I just stared at him. I still couldn't believe all the things I was hearing from him. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Months later, I didn't expect that I would receive a simple birthday greeting card, that was a day after my birthday containing the aftermath of that one night that we had. I admit that it didn't come to my mind that one night would bring an offspring. One mistake that would possibly ruin the family I built together with your mother for years. I know I made such a huge mistake and I can't turn back the time to undo what I did. And I know it was unforgivable, but I am still taking my chance now to ask for forgiveness. I asked you to be here so I could tell you everything and about my plan that I'd like to look for my daughter but not to leave you and your mom. But I just would like to do the right thing that long before I should've done, to take my responsibility for the one that came to life because of me. I am already old, and I only have a limited time in this world, so I must continue with my obligations and responsibilities as a father. I don't have the ability or the power to go back in the past to correct all the wrongful acts I committed, but I know that it's not too late to do good things and have a better decision either," I could feel and see through his eyes that he was full of regret and pain for what he did.
But despite what I saw in his emotions, I still can't forgive him for betraying me and my mom. I am now in the midst of my anger and contempt for him, but I am still on the verge of controlling myself so as not to cause him harm physically.
"Why? Why did you do that to my mom? Are we not enough for you? You fooled us, dad! I highly respect you and I idolize you for many things. That's why it's so hard for me to accept all of these!" I bellowed at him.
"I am already happy and content to have you in my life," he said while sobbing.
"I swear, since that morning when I woke in bed beside that woman, I truly regret everything I've done. That's why I easily took her out of my mind because I don't want that to happen again," he added.
"You should! Even so, I can't forgive you for betraying me and my mom, to our family dad! You were such a jerk for doing that! You deceived us by letting us believe that you were an almost perfect head of the family, an ideal husband and a father! But the truth is you're not since you're a big liar! You were a selfish dad! You didn't think thoroughly that what you did would wreck us, your family! That one-night mistake will lead to the breaking of our trust in you!" I bawled at him.
He tried to come and grab me, but I pushed his hand in the air to escape him since I was worried I'd lose control and attack him instead. So, before assaulting him physically, I slammed my fist against the table, which had the card on top of it. It breaks the glass as a result of the impact of my fist striking it. But I didn't experience any discomfort. Instead, my fist became numb as tears streamed down my cheeks. I saw the crumpled birthday greeting card beneath my hand, but it didn't upset me. My father's eyes shifted to the shredded card where my fist fell. I didn't mind. I locked my gaze on him. If appearances could kill, he'd be six feet below by now.
I avoided him completely as he moved closer to touch me. Then I turned and walked away from him. With a sad heart, I left him in his office. I didn't care how loud the door sounded when I hammered on it. I know for a fact that the employees are perplexed as to why I acted the way I did. I wasn't in the appropriate frame of mind to consider it.
When I observed that there were numerous employees waiting for a lift, I decided not to take the elevator. That's when I dashed to the escape door, but I heard my name shouted just before the door closed and continued to race below. I had no idea how quickly I had arrived in the parking lot where my car was discreetly parked. While leaning on one of the posts, I leaned down and hugged my knees to collect some air.
When my breathing rate returned to normal a few minutes later, I was totally wet from my own perspiration. I walked to my car and immediately started the engine, which roared into life as I drove away from the building. I'm not thinking about where I'm heading; I just keep driving till no one can stop me. My phone continued to ring, but I opted to ignore it since I knew it was my father calling. I'm not ready to hear his voice, and I'm especially not ready to exchange another set of bitter words with him. I gradually felt the sting in my fist as I held the steering wheel fiercely. It was then that I understood it was the same hand that had previously punched my father's office table.
As the phone continued to ring within my pocket, I ignored it. I'm not going to take the time to respond to it. It makes no sense since it doesn't change the fact that he cheated my mother and violated our trust by betraying us. Just when I'm thinking about my poor mum.
"Is mom aware of this?" I neglected to ask my father whether he could inform my mother about what occurred that night. I'm well aware that this may be disastrous for my mom. I need to carefully consider how I will inform my mother about this situation. "So, what will I do?" I couldn't bear the thought of having a brother or a sister. Long before I knew if I wanted a sibling, either a brother or a girl, I couldn't decide whether I would despise or like the thought of having a sibling. My thoughts went crazy.
I was dazed while driving. I didn't realize there was a woman crossing the street until she collided with my car. Thank heavens I drove slowly just as it brought me back to reality. I quickly got out of my car to check on her and assist her, but then I noticed her getting up and beginning to gather up the items in her bag.
"I'm so sorry. May I ask where it hurts? Don't worry, I'll bring you to the hospital," I apologize right when I approach her.
"Don't worry. I had just fallen and my butt was hurting. I should apologize because I wasn't walking quickly. That is why this occurred. I was carrying a large bag, so you caught me crossing," she apologized and unwillingly switched her gaze to me as she constantly picked up some packs and placed them back in her huge eco-bag that she had been carrying for quite some time. I believe she is in her late thirties or early forties, yet her face belies her age. She's tall and, based on her appearance, she's not of full Filipino origin.
When my gaze traveled to the cut on her elbow and leg, I assisted her in picking up what she was carrying. I took what she was carrying and assisted her in getting into the car.
"I'm fine. Stop worrying," she murmured as I opened the door for her to come in, since I didn't think she was all right. I was concerned about what had happened to her since I knew it was entirely my fault and my responsibility. I had to transport her to the hospital for an examination. And, if confinement is required, it is preferable for the doctor to monitor and care for her.
"Alright, I would prefer to bring you to the hospital and have you undergo certain tests so that we can ensure your health. Don't worry about the costs; I'll handle them. It is my obligation to take you to the doctor, heal your wounds, and purchase the medications you need," I stated
Fortunately, she stopped arguing and was silent while I put her items in the back of the car. I'm in a rush since more and more vehicles are being held up as a result of what transpired. I drove her to the nearest hospital, where she was treated as soon as we got to the emergency department. While waiting outside the emergency room, I contacted Meynard to inform him of what had occurred and to request that he come to me.
Minutes later, the doctor came out and sought for the patient's companion, so I approached him willingly so that I could speak with him, and then I told what had occurred. I discovered that her hand and hip had to be x-rayed to ensure that her condition was being monitored. I am more in favor of that, so that he may be properly treated and her family does not complain that I did not fulfill my commitment to her.
"No worries, doc. Do whatever is necessary for her treatment, and I'll cover all costs," was all I said, and the doctor promptly returned to the emergency room to prepare the patient for transport to the x-ray department. I quickly noticed the woman in a wheelchair and the nurse wheeling her into the x-ray area. I remained outside the emergency room so Meynard could see me when he came.
"Bro?" I heard Meynard say as I bent down, as my two elbows rested on my thighs.
"It's good you've arrived," I told him.
"How are you? Where is the woman?"
"She's been taken to the x-ray room. Please settle the bills first, and then find her a private room. I shall attend to all of her requirements. Let's chat about it later. I'll just find a coffee shop for a little while," I stated as I rose up and walked away from him.
I was leaving the hospital compound when my phone began to ring, but I chose to ignore the call. I don't want to hear anything from my father first, especially now that I have a new problem to deal with as a result of what occurred earlier. My head became more heated when I noticed one day that a slew of difficulties had entered my life.
"Bro, you've just arrived? I've taken care of the woman's requirements. I also spoke with the doctor, who stated that the results of the tests and x-rays will be available tomorrow. She only has to rest for the time being, and the doctor has already given her medication for her wounds.
"When I went to see her, she was asleep in a private room," Meynard explained as I served him his coffee. "Thank you," was all I could say after his lengthy explanation.
"Don't worry, brother. I don't think the woman was hurt badly."
"I know, but I just meant to bring her here to make sure of her condition."
"What happened? All I know is that you are not a reckless driver. Why is that happening?"
To help him comprehend what came up, I told him everything that had happened earlier at daddy's office till I was driving, and that is what befell to the woman whose name I do not yet know. I also had a mental breakdown about asking her earlier.
"I have nothing to say, brother," he said, and that was all I heard from him.
"How do we inform the woman's relatives about what came up to her?" Because I hadn't thought to ask her about her name or who in her family, we might contact to inform them of what had happened to her," I sighed.
"It's okay. Earlier, the nurse dialed the name from her last phone call. Because I was wondering if the woman had a cellphone, I asked the nurse, and she informed me she had already phoned. It'll most likely be here because it was at school earlier when I spoke with the nurse. However, it was clarified that his mother is well," Meynard stated.
"Alright, let's go first, we'll just come back later to talk to her son or daughter. I'm famished after all the coffee I drank. Let's find something to eat nearby," I advised him.
We just strolled because there were so many restaurants around. When we got close to a restaurant, we noticed it was already full, so we decided to try another, so we proceeded to a fast-food chain. I also purchased something for the mother and her kid or whoever will come to see her so they can eat when we return. When I saw a convenience shop, I decided to get some more needs.
After we finished eating, I told Meynard about my plan, and we headed to the convenience store to get toiletries, mineral water, and other necessities. I didn't pay attention to the vibration of my iPhone as we went to the hospital since I knew it was just daddy. How many times have I simply ignored it? It was merely a fine text message until Meynard's phone rang.
"Maybe his girlfriend," I said to myself.
"Bro, the nurse texted me stating the daughter had come and wanted to speak with you."
When Meynard's telephone rang again, all I could say was "Alright," and we walked away.
"Whoa! Not even a pleasant evening, gorgeous! Yes, but why? He's with me," he said to the person on the other end of the phone.
"I'm preoccupied with something very important. What exactly is it??
"Ah, alright, I'll tell him. Please text me the room number. Thank you," he said this before ending the call.
"It's Carla, bro, ma'am Barbs directed her to contact you, but you hadn't returned a single call from any of them. They simply want you to know that your father was rushed to the hospital earlier. Carla and ma'am Barbs have just arrived there," I moaned as I heard.
"Okay, bro, first I'll talk to the daughter, and then I'll follow you there later. You should just take a cab because booking with Uber will take too long. I'll drive your car so we don't have any more complications to come," I said nothing since my mind was blank once more.
I only heard when Meynard beckoned me to the cab he had parked, and he most certainly notified the driver. I sat in the vehicle, watching Meynard race inside the hospital. So, I'm happy Meynard became my assistant since he knows everything about me. I won't have any issues with such things because he already understands what he has to do. Yes, I acknowledge that I am reliant on Meynard, and I can't imagine what it would be like if he decided to leave because he was sick of working with me. That's what I was thinking while he was still in my line of sight. But when I thought of my father, I became anxious all over again.
"What am I going to do when I meet Daddy?" I know he suffered a heart attack because of what happened earlier between us. Maybe I should act as if dad and I are fine in front of mommy since she shouldn't know what occurred earlier in the day. I don't want mother to know until I know what daddy wants to happen since I know she'll be devastated.