5 years later
LAYLA
"Hey," I called Mirana in front of me. I know something is wrong, I feel really bad. Her face seemed to be empty. What could be the problem again? This woman doesn't run out of problems, she seems to carry the burden of the whole world.
"Hey, Mirana."
"W-why?" she said softly enough for me to hear. There are only two of us here and this woman is still in mute.
"How many times do I have to call you? If I hadn't cried you would never come back to earth. Are you in trouble?" I asked as she immediately shook her head, this is what I am saying tsk.
"N-nothing, I'm just thinking of something," she smiled that clearly couldn't reach her eyes. The sadness in her eyes was different.
"I know everything you went through Mirana. Do you ever regret what you did? When you left without saying anything? Eh if I was in your position then I would never really apologize! Despite what he has done you feel guilt? Leave me alone Mirana, leave my face alone. I asked you a few times before we left the hospital. Don't worry about that guy! That fucking asshole! It is his error to suffer that he will never see his son! Even his all blackheads go white haha," I was preaching to her while waving my hands in the air as if throwing bad vibes.
"Marco is not what I mean. My son, I feel sorry for him. He is very curious as to whether he has a daddy. He sees it every time he plays with your son and after the afternoon comes your husband brought a present for your child while my son was just staring and in deep thoughts," I went silent because I also feel the pain in her words. There were tears in her eyes as she sobbed.
"Don't be like that you're getting me emotional here, do you regret it?"
"I don't know Lay, there something's telling me that this is all wrong but can you blame me? It pains me to see my son Lay, there's a part of me that even though I can give him everything but not everything he needs. I wish I could carry his loneliness of having a father, I see myself in him. This is all my fault and now my son is repaying it, " she said while sobbing there were no customers in the coffee shop.
This is where Mirana works even though I don't want her to work for me because I can help her but she didn't want to be treated like that, she insisted on working. By the way, I own this coffee shop. I was willing to help her in finances, rent, and even her son.
"It's Zeke's birthday on Saturday," I changed the story just to make her smile but I thought she was smiling so suddenly she was sad. What do you mean by that? Oh God, I can't take this any longer.
"Instead of being happy because your son's birthday is on Saturday t you are even down," I said to her while I crossed my arms and glared.
"I don't have anything prepared for Zeke," she said with a heavy sigh that immediately made me laugh. She stared at me out of curiosity.
"Silly bitch, I'm the Tita of Zeke and we're friends, so let me take care of all of it okay? Don't worry about it and please I don't want to see your face scowling."
She smiled as if in tears. I watched her closely as she had changed. Mirana was sophisticated and almost all women envied. But in front of me, today is a woman who has been through a painful trial. But even then she raised her child well and I was impressed with her. Who would have thought that Mirana was so different now.
We were just having coffee and when my phone vibrated. I glanced at the sender and looked slightly at Mirana who is now looking outside and thinking again.
"I'm going to take a slice of a cake in the kitchen for a moment," she nodded and I turned my heels and went to the kitchen.
1 text message
How are they? Zeke's birthday is already on Saturday. I'll send money. Thank you so much, Layla.
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MIRANA
'How did this happen? How did I end up with this? The distance away I dropped. If I hadn't done that to my sister then I wouldn't have to get through this. I got so much karma, 'I barely laughed at it so maybe my karma. Now my son is feeling down.
Flashback
Hospital
"Layla! Please !!! Let's go quickly. Help me out here!" I screamed in her face the confusion of not knowing what to do.
"You haven't discharged what you are! Did you call me here to kidnap you? Have you gone mad?" she exclaimed and I noticed the anxiety on her face.
"Please," I couldn't help but to cry I felt sorry for myself. I look at the ceiling while holding my stomach.
"I couldn't take it anymore Lay. He can't accept me anymore. I can't take it anymore please I have my child with me please please," my tears are flowing. I could feel her looking at me and walking a little closer in my direction.
"Mir"
"Please"
"Okay and hopefully you won't regret it. Wait for me here and I'll pay your bills. I'll tell you I'll transfer you to the other hospital."
"Thank you," I said and she just smiles weakly.
My thoughts were cut off by a sudden shout of Zeke.
"Zeke!" worried I cried then he looked at me out of curiosity.
"What my?" he asked as he held the remote control of his toy.
( My short for Mommy 'my')
"Why are you shouting baby?" I knelt down on him and placed my hands on his cheek.
She looks exactly like Marco, on the brow, nose, and eyes. Of the types he has, I feel more guilty when he remembers. I love my son very much and will be crazy just in case Marco finds us and takes him away.
"Because my Tita Layla's dog gets my toy," he said and I take a look at Layla's dog, popcorn. He chases after Zeke's toy.
I barely laughed at my son's reaction.
"I think popcorn wants you to play with him baby," I said and he looks at me with delight. He ran in the direction of his toy which popcorn is sniffing.
He made a run as he approached me again.
"My when can I see my daddy?" there was a sadness in his eyes. I bowed my head not wanting to see me crying and I immediately wiped it and looked at him with a smile.
"Are you hungry?" I changed his question. Immediately his shoulders dropped and his face dropped.
I put my hands on his shoulder and smiled.
"Your birthday is coming baby," I said and a look of sadness replaced with joy in his eyes.
"I'm excited"
"And you're turning a little young man."
"I'm five," he said and showed his hand saying that he was five years old.
"Yes, you are. So what's your wish?"
"I am not supposed to tell you mom you'll ruin my birthday cake and cawndle," I almost laughed as he spoke the candle.
"Okay then. Let's just eat first and get a bath. You are a baby stink. You smell," I said and smelled the armpit that made him laugh.
"I love you, baby."
"I wuv you too mommy."
