Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 29

"Anyway, I have gifts for you. Come here at my house if you want to know."

"Daddy." I whined and twitched my lips. I glanced at the road through the rearview mirror. It's not traffic stop, so my drive was smooth.

"What? Don't tell me you don't have any plans to see me. I'll really be dissapointed," he said, although I could hear a hint of playful tone.

"Okay. I'm sorry again, Dad," I mumbled.

"It's fine, Hija. I know that you have your priorities except me. I just can't help it because you're my only princess," he said.

"Thank you, Daddy," I whispered and stopped the car. I looked around and saw people walking at the side of St. Peter Paul Parish in Makati. I bid my goodbye to Dad before ending the call.

After I parked the car, I walked inside the place. An old architecture that had been built since Spain colonized the Philippines. You can see from its exterior how old it existed, although it was decorated with colorful Christmas decors. It was the same inside. It has an intricate design that makes the place more sanctified and sacred.

I continued my pace and saw a lot of people celebrating New Year with God. I smiled from the sight. New Year means new beginnings. There are still a lot of people who hope for a new start. Not just the people in this church, but also the ones who were in their homes.

I silently sat down with a small smile on my lips. The church was crowded but there were still good hearts that gave their seats to others. I quietly listened to the priest. I was thankful that it made me feel better.

I know that it's not today, but the day will come that I could finally forget all the pain. Someday, I would have the courage to tell everyone what I've been through for the past ten years. Not now, but someday. I know-because I chose to believe.

After the mass, I didn't stay long inside the church. I drove back to the hotel. I turned on the stereo inside my car and Christmas songs instantly greeted my ear. I let it blast sounds while driving.

It was exactly one in the morning and I didn't even feel sleepy or dizzy. I felt light as I hummed along with the stereo. I even opened my window to feel the cold breeze of New Year. Feeling more peaceful and light with hope inside my being.

"Thank you," she hoarsely said when she finished eating the food I cooked for her. We were both in the mini living room of the unit, facing each other. Her face was already clean, compared to earlier. I even offered her my clothes and I'm glad it fitted her. The woman was beautiful and we had similar eyes. Her hair was high and her jawline and cheekbones were prominent. Her skin was fair and she had a strong aura. It's confusing as to why she ended up in that situation.

"It's okay. The important thing is that you're fine now." I smiled at her. She returned a smile that made me see her perfectly aligned and white teeth. "Is it okay, if you tell me what happened?"

I saw how her eyes changed emotions. It became dark and weary but at the same time determined. It kept on changing that I couldn't really point it out. The smile on her lips faded. I heard her sigh and put the bowl on top of the glass table. She lowered her head before speaking.

"I got beaten by my husband."

I felt sympathy even more with what she had said. I couldn't help but to think why there are people who love hurting others? Why are there people who don't only want to hurt others emotionally, but also physically? Why do they need to tell me I love you but in the end they can't fulfill their promises? They shouldn't have entered a situation that they can't even stay and fight for. No one should've been hurt. No heart should've been broken to pieces and no respect and trust should've been lost.