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#pov — [ p. 14 ] “after you.” jeo ong—the man you once loved, and the father your son never knew. kath's pov  the kids ran out of the classroom and when hezikiah saw him, he ran straight into his arms. “daddy!” i swear, muntikan ng bumigay ang tuhod ko doon. jeo knelt to catch him, laughing softly as he lifted him up. “easy there, champ. how’s school?” “good po! i drew you, mommy and me!” i could see the teachers smiling from afar, pretending not to watch but obviously listening. napansin din 'yon ni jeo, but he didn’t mind. he was too focused on our son — their laughter mixing with the afternoon wind, like a sound i hadn’t heard in years. when they finally walked toward me, hezikiah holding both our hands, it felt 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭. “we’ll just go eat somewhere nearby,” jeo said, voice gentle. “i’ll bring him home before dinner.” i nodded, trying to keep my voice steady. “okay. just.. be careful.” “always,” he said. as they left, i watched them from the school gate — jeo buckling hezikiah’s seatbelt, fixing his collar, sinisiguradong naka lock lahat ng pinto bago simulang patakbuhin ang sasakyan.  it was such a small thing, but it felt like something only a father would naturally do. — parang bumagal ang araw noong oras na maka uwi ako. tahimik ang bahay. walang tunog ng laruan, walang kalat ng papel. and for the first time in a long time, i realized how quiet my life had been bago bumalik si jeo sa buhay namin. i tried reading, doing laundry, even cleaning the kitchen twice — but i couldn’t stop thinking about them. about him. ano na kayang ginagawa nila? ano kayang pinag-uusapan nila? did hezikiah tell him about the times he wished he had a dad before? the thought made my throat tighten. by the time i heard the sound of the car outside, i almost ran to the door. hezikiah came in first, holding a small plane toy. “mommy! binilhan po ako ni daddy!” i smiled, crouching down to him. “did you say thank you?” “yes po! and we ate ice cream too! daddy said you like strawberry!” i looked up at jeo, who was standing quietly by the doorway. “you remembered,” i said softly. “some things you don’t forget,” he replied. awkward silence filled the space for a few seconds. then he cleared his throat. “thank you.. for trusting me today.” “it’s not for you,” i said before i could stop myself. “it’s for him.” he nodded slowly. “i know. but still, thank you.” lumapit s'ya ng kaunti at nagsalita. “kath,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “can we talk, kahit saglit lang..” i didn’t answer. i just stood there, watching him — the same man i once loved, now a man trying to rebuild what he broke. i turned to see hezikiah playing with his new toy on the floor, humming softly. and maybe, just maybe... letting jeo back into his life didn’t feel like a mistake. i tucked hezikiah into bed that night, his toy plane resting beside him. “did you have fun, baby?” “yes po,” he said, smiling half-asleep. “nag enjoy po ako ng sobra, nakakatuwa po si daddy, he's funny.” “he is,” i whispered, brushing his hair gently. “goodnight, anak.” nang makatulog s'ya, lumabas ako sa terrace kung nasaan si jeo. — jeo's pov  umupo si kath sa hindi kalayuan sa akin. her arms wrapped around her knees, while i leaned against the chair — walang nagsasalita sa amin. it wasn’t the kind of silence that begged to be filled.  it was the kind that carried years of things we never said. “you really thought leaving was the best thing,” she finally said ng hindi tumitingin sa akin. kalmado lang ang boses n'ya, but i could hear the tremor underneath. huminga muna ako bago nagsalita. “noong mga oras na 'yon.. yes.” kath turned her head slightly, finally meeting my eyes. “𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘵?” [ #jeremiahong #jeoong #jeoongau #au ]
#pov — [ p. 14 ] “after you.” jeo ong—the man you once loved, and the father your son never knew. kath's pov the kids ran out of the classroom and when hezikiah saw him, he ran straight into his arms. “daddy!” i swear, muntikan ng bumigay ang tuhod ko doon. jeo knelt to catch him, laughing softly as he lifted him up. “easy there, champ. how’s school?” “good po! i drew you, mommy and me!” i could see the teachers smiling from afar, pretending not to watch but obviously listening. napansin din 'yon ni jeo, but he didn’t mind. he was too focused on our son — their laughter mixing with the afternoon wind, like a sound i hadn’t heard in years. when they finally walked toward me, hezikiah holding both our hands, it felt 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭. “we’ll just go eat somewhere nearby,” jeo said, voice gentle. “i’ll bring him home before dinner.” i nodded, trying to keep my voice steady. “okay. just.. be careful.” “always,” he said. as they left, i watched them from the school gate — jeo buckling hezikiah’s seatbelt, fixing his collar, sinisiguradong naka lock lahat ng pinto bago simulang patakbuhin ang sasakyan. it was such a small thing, but it felt like something only a father would naturally do. — parang bumagal ang araw noong oras na maka uwi ako. tahimik ang bahay. walang tunog ng laruan, walang kalat ng papel. and for the first time in a long time, i realized how quiet my life had been bago bumalik si jeo sa buhay namin. i tried reading, doing laundry, even cleaning the kitchen twice — but i couldn’t stop thinking about them. about him. ano na kayang ginagawa nila? ano kayang pinag-uusapan nila? did hezikiah tell him about the times he wished he had a dad before? the thought made my throat tighten. by the time i heard the sound of the car outside, i almost ran to the door. hezikiah came in first, holding a small plane toy. “mommy! binilhan po ako ni daddy!” i smiled, crouching down to him. “did you say thank you?” “yes po! and we ate ice cream too! daddy said you like strawberry!” i looked up at jeo, who was standing quietly by the doorway. “you remembered,” i said softly. “some things you don’t forget,” he replied. awkward silence filled the space for a few seconds. then he cleared his throat. “thank you.. for trusting me today.” “it’s not for you,” i said before i could stop myself. “it’s for him.” he nodded slowly. “i know. but still, thank you.” lumapit s'ya ng kaunti at nagsalita. “kath,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “can we talk, kahit saglit lang..” i didn’t answer. i just stood there, watching him — the same man i once loved, now a man trying to rebuild what he broke. i turned to see hezikiah playing with his new toy on the floor, humming softly. and maybe, just maybe... letting jeo back into his life didn’t feel like a mistake. i tucked hezikiah into bed that night, his toy plane resting beside him. “did you have fun, baby?” “yes po,” he said, smiling half-asleep. “nag enjoy po ako ng sobra, nakakatuwa po si daddy, he's funny.” “he is,” i whispered, brushing his hair gently. “goodnight, anak.” nang makatulog s'ya, lumabas ako sa terrace kung nasaan si jeo. — jeo's pov umupo si kath sa hindi kalayuan sa akin. her arms wrapped around her knees, while i leaned against the chair — walang nagsasalita sa amin. it wasn’t the kind of silence that begged to be filled. it was the kind that carried years of things we never said. “you really thought leaving was the best thing,” she finally said ng hindi tumitingin sa akin. kalmado lang ang boses n'ya, but i could hear the tremor underneath. huminga muna ako bago nagsalita. “noong mga oras na 'yon.. yes.” kath turned her head slightly, finally meeting my eyes. “𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘵?” [ #jeremiahong #jeoong #jeoongau #au ]

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