KABANATA 19

TAMARA’S P O V

While I was walking by without paying attention, a group of garden gnomes that were painted in bright greens, reds, and yellows looked at me with a solemn expression on their faces.

“Tamara, you’re pregnant…” Nagmamakaawa ang boses ni Harry. “Will you stop, please…?”

Huminto ako, at lumingon sa kanya. I stand still, my heart thumping in my chest, the prick of tears behind my eyes.

He froze, standing in the middle of the path. Ang kanyang mga mata ay may mga luhang namumuo, pero hindi ko binigyang-pinansin ang mga iyon. Wala akong pakialam sa pagdadrama, at lalong ayokong tignan ang kanyang mga matang nagsusumamo at baka bumigay ako. Baka mabola niya na naman ako.

I don’t want to look into his eyes, and instead focused on my anger. The rage gripped my throat. It rose, swelled, rushed, a boulder flung from a catapult; slammed me, walloped my entire being, flayed me alive.

“Tigilan mo ako!" SIgaw ko, ang mga berdeng ugat sa leeg ko ay naglalabasan na sa sobrang galit ko, a