Chapter 9

    My head is spinning. She can't remember what happened last night. How did she manage to come home? It's been so long; when was the last time she passes out because of alcohol. When was she's in college? All her married life, she spent it taking good care of her child and her husband. And of course, the company and she already forgot what's the alcohol taste like, and she was having the best night ever last night.

    I grab the phone on the side table. I checked if Sebastian call, but my phone is silent. My heart is beating so fast; this is unusual. Usually, Sebastian would call or Thomas. But even text message I didn't receive. My frustration is crawling up in my whole system. But I need to relax. I dialed Sebastian's phone number, but all it's keep on ringing; no one is picking even Thomas.

    'Hon, will you please answer your phone? I'm worried, and I can't reach you. Please call me back.' and I hit the send button.

    I'm just holding my phone, and even I'm inside the bathroom, I keep in on having it. I did my morning routine with it, but it didn't bother me. What's bogging me was my heart is beating so fast, and my guts are telling me that something terrible was happening right now. But I keep on shaking my head and convenience myself that; blame the alcohol. And it's working how ironic it is.

    When I went outside, the bathroom and the icy wind blow and welcomed me, and I feel the chills run down my body. I almost shiver, then I heard a loud sound of a glass breaking. When I look at it, it's a picture frame with broken glass, my heart erratically beat so fast, my hands are shaking, and I almost lost my balance. I'm looking at our family picture with broken glass. It is a bad omen; that's what older people say. It indicates that something wrong will happened. And she believes that something is happening right now.

    "No..." I whispered. and looked at my silent phone, my hand still shaking. I need to calm myself before this thing gets into my system.

    I keep on praying for all the saints I know to protect my son and my husband. I know some accidents may occur; it's natural law. But I'm praying for their safety. I'm not with them, and I can't think straight right now. I have this urgent feeling that I need to go where my family is.

    And that what she does next. I dialed Merideth's number, and I felt like I'm not breathing correctly right now. I keep on walking back and forth, glancing over the broken glass. Bitting my nails indicates that I'm nervous, and It bothers me big time cause' her guts never fail her. When she felt like something was happening, her instincts are correct.

    I let out a heavy sigh when I hear that Merideth answered my distress call. 

    "Thank goodness you answered," I said with a worried voice.

    "Good morning to you too, Angela. I'm sorry if it took me a while to answer your call. I was inside the bathroom." I heard that she was sorry about it. But, I shooked my head even I know that she can't see me right now.

    "It's okay. I need you to do something," I said.

    "Hey, Are you okay? is everything fine?" I can hear her worried voice; I'm glad that she knows me. I'm pleased that I have a loyal assistant like here.

    "No. my mind is in chaos right now." and she told her about the shattered glass, and even Meridith contradicted when I said that it is a bad omen. Meridith keeps on telling me that everything was alright and everything was just fine. I want to believe it, but she knows herself more than anything else. I know that something is going on right now. And whatever it is, it's not good.

    "I need you to book me a ticket and call Mr. Takahashi. Tell him It's an emergency. I don't give a fuck if he withdraws all his accounts. my family needs me." I said with full of authority in my voice.

    If Mr. Takahashi withdraws, I can work my ass double time. But this is something I can't take for granted. Maybe, Sebastian is right. I was so focused on the company, and I almost forgot that I have a family who needs me.

    "Okay, give me a minute, and I'll send your ticket to your email." 

    "Thank you," that's all she said and bid goodbye to Meridith.

    I grab my traveling bag. Luckily I didn't take out all my clothes in there. I change clothes and re-ready myself for the long travel. when I'm done fixing with myself. I go outside the room, tagging my traveling back with me; I glimpse at the broken glass, I take out a heavy sigh before closing the door.

    When I'm on the staircase, I call Ana, one of her maids. And give her instructions to clean the shattered glass in my room, as clean as possible. I grab a sandwich and juice a situation like this. She's having a hard time swallowing the food, but she has to.

    And then she heard her phone ring. There's a sense of urgency when I grab my phone, and I let out a sigh when I see that It's Meredith whose calling right now.

    "I hope you booked an early flight," I said.

    "That's the plan... but there's a typhoon in Cebu right now. The earliest flight was eleven a.m. I'm sorry, Angela." I heard Meredith sighed. "Maybe, they're still sleeping right now, Angela. So, calm down, okay? Everything is fine. I already booked you a ticket." She added with a bit of assurance in her voice.

    I looked at the wall clock hanging. It's still eight-thirty in the morning. I let out a defeated sigh. The situation is out of hand.

    "Thank you, Meridith. it's fine." I said and dropped the call.

    I gab the juice and drink it all. I need to calm down. Yeah, maybe Sebastian and Thomas are still sleeping right now. Being dramatic will not help her right now. But it puzzles her right now why is that Sebastian didn't answer her call. Since last night?

    What's going on in his husband's head right now? I walked into the living room, holding a glass of water in her right hand. Her mind is wondering right now. 

    I'm just sitting on the sofa for a couple of minutes until the minute became an hour. I just there holding my phone and keep on dialing my husband's mobile number.

    Until I decided to hit the road, she needs to be early as possible, and I can't take it anymore. The more that I stuck myself inside the house, the more it bothers me.

    When she is inside her car, she heard his phone ringing. When I check who called, it was an unknown number? Out of curiosity, she answered it.

    "Hello? Is this Mrs. Fernan?" I heard a man's voice full of authority.

    "Yes, speaking."

    "This is SPO1 Buenaventura. I'm just going to inform you, ma'am, that your Husband, Mr. Fernan meet an accident, and he is in the hospital right now."

    I feel like my breathing has stopped, and my heart has a jackhammer inside that keeps on pumping hard. Until I run out of breath, I felt like everything was just a joke. My mind can't function right now, and a lone tear escapes from my eye.

    "P-Pardon?" it's almost a whisper. But she still manages to speak.

    "Don't worry, Mrs. Fernan. Your husband is fine right now. But he's a prime suspect of Ms. Maria Jamie's death." The police officer's voice is plain and ordinary. As if he didn't drop a bomb.

    "WHAT?"

     Shock. Fear. Confuse that's what she felt right now.

    What is happening?

    Something is going on in my head right now. And it's a nerve-wracking mind-blowing, and heart-stopping moment in my thirty years of existence. And this is the first time in her life that she can't even think of a single solution. Everything is chaos.

    A bad omen.