I felt cold. It seemed like the world stopped spinning. My brain couldn't process what he said. I felt stuck in place as if my whole body had turned to cement. Even speaking was a challenge. My heart thudded in my chest, and I struggled to say, "Huh?" I needed clarification because I might have misheard him.He replied, panting, "Your house is on fire."The anxiety intensified, and the world truly seemed to stop spinning. Even the people walking in the hallway froze in my vision. Even Bebot, gasping in front of me, stopped moving and breathing and became a statue.It felt like every living thing had stopped moving at that moment, and the only thing that was vivid was the thundering heartbeat of my heart and the pain that was consuming me."Are you kidding me?" I stuttered in response, trying to recover from my shock. I knew he might be offended by my question because it might seem like I didn't trust him.But can you blame me? I didn't know what to think, and I didn't know what to do,

I ran quickly to the bathroom, not wasting any opportunity as soon as I entered. I immediately threw up the food I had wanted to throw up earlier.Frequent vomiting and dizziness were some of the changes that happened in the past few days. I always feel nauseous and dizzy, and I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because of my lack of sleep.But if it's because of lack of sleep, I should only feel dizzy. So why am I throwing up? Specifically, throwing up saliva. Saliva because I have nothing else to throw up since I rarely eat since that tragedy.Even though I am extremely thin, the slight increase in my hips is noticeable, which is really strange.I felt a hand on my back, and I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. Besides, she's been the only one with me these past few days, so what's new?!"Iha, maybe you should go see a doctor? I always see you throwing up," Aling Bebang said while still caressing my back.I felt a little better because of her touch, so I stood up from my seat a

I snapped back to reality when she squeezed my hand. I looked at her eyes absentmindedly and said, "That occasion only happens once a year, so it's only right that you go there."She squeezed my hand again. "And besides, you need this, iha. You need this in order for you to breathe."I looked at her with confusion. "W-hat do you mean?" I asked. I didn't understand what she was referring to. If she was talking about breathing, I don't need that ball. I can breathe even in this house. So what is she talking about? Is she going crazy? Like heck, don't...The expression on her face puzzled me, "What do you mean?" I asked, confused. I didn't quite understand what she was referring to. If she was talking about breathing, I didn't need that ball for it since I could breathe even in this house. So, what was she talking about? Was she going crazy? Like heck, don't tell me she's not breathing there on her seat right now?"I mean, what you've been through, dear. You also need a place to breathe.

Their eyes were fixed on me as I walked down the red carpet that was laid out in the middle of everyone. I slightly thickened my face and increased my confidence because I thought they were looking at me because I was so beautiful. Even the parents here couldn't take their eyes off me.But what I was wondering was why I saw disgust in their faces – as if they were repulsed by me eating poop in front of them. Why was I seeing disgust in their eyes instead of admiration?So instead of thickening my face, I suddenly felt embarrassed and awkward. I felt even more embarrassed when I saw the reactions of some men as they looked at me. They looked at me as if they wanted to pounce on me like tigers. Some men were giving me disgusted looks while all the women were giving me disgusted looks.Although I wondered why, I just ignored it. Instead, I lowered my head and walked up to the stage.When I reached the stage, I never imagined that the whispers would get louder. Instead of the sweet music

Before, I used to laugh at suicidal people and now I feel exactly what they feel, making me ashamed of my past behavior. It's so painful to hear those words from someone you love, the father of the child you're carrying, saying that he's ready to be a father to the woman he truly loves. I don't know what those words mean, but I strongly suspect that Mrs. Buenaventura is pregnant and he's not the father. That's why he said he's ready to be a father to the child she's carrying. It hurts me to think that he's willing to be the father of someone else's child, what about mine? What about me, who he himself is the father of?I wanted to ask him about those words, but I kept quiet because I know it won't lead anywhere, especially when his lover is the enemy. But honestly, part of me still hopes that when I tell him about my pregnancy, he'll take responsibility for me and not that woman.Tears welled up in my eyes as I walked back to the complex. I felt like a robot walking back there, I was