Worth The Fight

Flower

Chapter 2

"Flower"

"I was running from my call and destiny. I want to encourage you today to STOP running! Run toward the destiny God has for you."
-Nicky van der Westhuizen

Etereala Joy's POV

"Bakit niya alam na sumalampak ako sa semento? Nanonood rin ba siya ng sunset?" Staring at the white ceiling, I absent-mindedly asked myself.

"Of course!" I laughed ridiculously. "Hindi lang naman ako ang may karapatan manood sa rooftop."

"How did he know my name?" I questioned the white ceiling again. Nakakunot ang noo ko habang nakikipag-titigan sa puting kisame na tila ba sasagut ito pabalik.

I bit my lower lip once the answer crossed my head. "Yes! Of course! He has my form! Bakit ba kasi may interview pa? Isasabak niya ba ako sa kmjs?" Ngumiwi ako bago magbago ng puwesto. I turned my body to the left side and constantly play my finger that I usually do every time I was confused.

Matulis ang nguso akong muling pumagilid mula sa pagkakahiga.

"Why do I even need a new doctor? Ang healthy pa naman ng doktor ko."

Kinuyom ko ang aking mga kamao bago pagsusuntokin ang unan.

"Of course! Hindi porque healthy pa hindi na mag-re-retire!"

Ipinikit ko ang aking mga mata. "I should sleep now, I already found the answers to my questions," I stated, convincing myself as I hugged my pillows lightly.

I tried to sleep, but no matter how I forced myself, there was still something heavy in my chest. Para bang may katanungan pa rin na sumisirkulo sa utak ko na nagiging dahilan para hindi ako makampante.

Huminga ako ng malalim bago piliting hatakin ako ng antok. Masyado kong inii-stress ang sarili ko. I should not care about others, mas lalo lang akong mahihirapan.

I clicked my tongue.

Antok lang 'to.

Ilang saglit pa, isang tanong ang lumitaw sa utak ko dahilan upang marahas kong maibuka ang aking mata.

"Why does his face looks familiar?"

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Naalimpungatan ako nang maulinagan ang isang boses. It was a baritone voice filled with calmness that gently breaks the silence in the room. Bahagya kong binuka ang mga mata ko ngunit agad ding napapikit nang sumalubong ang liwanag ng ilaw. Pinungas ko ang aking mata at muling ibinuka ito at sa oras na iyon, bumungad sa akin ang isang lalaki.

"The eyes of the Lord are toward the righteous and his ears toward their cry. The face of the Lord is against those who do evil, to cut off the memory of them from the earth. When the righteous cry for help, the Lord heal and deliver them out of all their troubles..."

 Malakas ang kabog ng dibdib ko habang pinapakinggan ang mga salita sa libro na hindi ko akalaing babasahin niya. I was silent for a moment that no words ever dare to come out from my lips. Hanggang sa magsalita muli siya.

"The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit."

I pulled myself together and sat at my bed to look at his dark eyes. Hindi na ako nagulat ng madatnan ang doktor na nakita ko kahapon.

"Bakit ka nandito?! At pati ba naman bible ninanakaw mo?!" Nanggagalaiti kong hiyaw.

He fixed his eyeglasses before sitting properly. "I found that under your bed," he said bluntly.