EPISODE 37 SORRY FOR BEING LATE

AFTER FIVE days, Clyde was released from the ICU and is now in the recovery room. He still couldn't talk because he couldn't speak properly and was still short of breath. He has not been allowed to speak for a long time. There is also a time to visit his room because he is being watched.
Ever since he was here at the hospital, we haven't seen each other, so today I really begged his doctor to let me see the child at least for a while. It was good and he agreed. When he woke up, the nurse immediately called me.
And even before I entered..
"Clint. Please don't bring it up. Please?" Mama Cha pleased me.
"Don't worry Ma; I'll just make him feel better, okay? I'll just pass it by as a joke just to cheer him up." I answered back, but I'm not sure.
After I disinfected, I went inside. Upon entering, it was
"Shit." My eyes couldn't stop watering. I immediately saw Clyde's beautiful smile when he saw that I was the one who entered.
Even though it was difficult, I saw him raise his right hand to wave at me, the hand where there was a serum stuck and about three more needles there.
"Sir, it's only ten to fifteen. He's not allowed to be exposed yet," the nurse reminded me. She came out after finishing.
I felt as if I were choking. He just smiled at me. He raised his right hand and extended it to me.
"Clyde..." I came quickly and reached for his hand.
I could clearly see up close how he took his breath. It's obvious he's still struggling. But even so,
"Si—Sir Clint." He still tried to speak even though he had oxygen stuck in his mouth and nose.
"Shhh.. Don't speak, baby.. Shhh."
He smiled when I called him baby.
"It's good you're awake. You know, I was worried about you. I went back to the coffee shop, but you weren't there. I even brought something for you. Then they said you were here, so I went to see you right away. Your mom and I didn't leave until you woke up," I just whispered to him as I held his hand and kissed it.
His smile reappeared. Smiling lazily now, it's a sign that the boy really feels something.
"I'll bring you home to Manila for your treatment, and then I'll take you to another country for your heart surgery. I'm sorry for being late, Clyde." I said, trying to hold back my tears. "I'm sorry, son. I'm sorry.. I'm really sorry. Daddy just came..Hmmn.." I can't restrain myself.
"D— Dad?"
"Yes, Clyde. You have a father. And it's me. I'm your father. Don't tell Mom that I told you, okay? That'll make her angry at me again. "
I felt him squeeze my hand. I also smiled at him.
And…
"Really? I have a father. Si—Sir Clint...," he says.
"Yes baby, it's me, Clyde. I'm sorry, I just came. Sorry, but don't tell your mom that I told you. Okay? Okay, let's keep it a secret first. You know that mom of yours when mad---she's like a tigress!" I joked with him with a make-face.
He giggled and quickly nodded. My heart skipped a beat when I saw and heard him giggle. I'm so happy that he's so happy to see me.
"Be strong, Clyde. I'm going to take you home to Manila and show you the house where your Mom and I used to live. I'm going to introduce you to Dad's whole dance crew! That'll be great!" I smiled. "Then--then dad will take you to all the dance battles in other countries. Huh? Get better soon, please. I want to do a lot of things with you, baby—with you and Mom. Hmp! Be strong so we can finish. So that you can be okay," I really cried.
I know I shouldn't be saying these things, but I feel like both of us feel better. I can also see that his smile can't be removed while I'm talking. I know Mama Cha will be angry with me, but I can no longer hide the truth from Clyde, especially since I know that the reason he was rushed to the hospital was because Mama Cha and I had an argument last night.
Just a moment and..
"Sir, it's okay," said the nurse who entered.
I was no longer ashamed to be seen crying. I wiped the tears as well as Clyde's eyes, which were also slightly wet.
"We're just here, baby, Clyde. Mom and I won't leave. "
He smiled.
I stood up. He squeezed my hand and said,
"Sir Clint, oh! Dad---please don't leave, will you? I'll get better soon, I promise," he said softly.
I smiled at what he said. I kissed his hand and forehead, and said bye. Before I finally left the door, I glanced at Clyde again.
And I saw the young Clint in him, who lacked personality but was filled by a woman who loved him so much that he was completely formed even then.
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