Broken Strings novel Chapter 12

MELISSA QUIZON

When I left Eugene's hospital, I went straight to Reid's elementary school. It's four o'clock and it’s time. I became more observant around me. I get nervous when there is a vehicle following the tricycle I am riding. I get even more nervous when I think that Wright owns that car. I paid the driver before getting off his tricycle. Then I walked closer to the entrance gate. Parents are not allowed to enter the vicinity and we must wait at certain area. The school I chose for my son is well-known, I am not worried when it comes to his security.

"Mommy!"

I looked at the gate. Reid was accompanied by several students who were also leaving. He went to the guard and pointed at me, and he let him out. I kneel so we could share the same line of sight. He ran closer to me while dragging the bag. He hugged me tightly and kissed me on the cheek.

I felt relieved when I hugged my son. I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt his tiny arms wrapped around my neck.

"Hi, my baby." I took out the handkerchief out of my bag and then wiped his sweaty forehead. "How are you? How’s your day?"

He showed me his star-filled arm. I messed up his hair. My son is a genius!

"We have a family day on Friday, Mommy." He says happily. He took the handkerchief in my hand and wiped the sweat on my forehead. "Uh, Mommy, it's okay that it’s just the two of us, isn't it? It's okay even if I don't have Daddy as long as you're always with me and Uncle Doc."

I stared at him. Was my decision not to let him know his real father wrong? Am I wrong if I just want to protect my son from the pain that his father can cause him? I know, the time will come when he looks for his real father, but this isn’t the right time.

"Reid..." I took a deep breath and smiled sadly. "Aren't you jealous of your classmates who have Daddy?"

He shook his head. "I don't want you to cry, mommy."

I hugged him tightly so he wouldn't see my tears dripping. "My baby's sweet."

I wiped away my tears first before facing him. I nuzzled his nose before standing up, then we looked for a tricycle. Now that I’m with Reid I’m even more nervous that Wright might show up and take my son from me. I took Reid to Jollibee and ordered a chicken joy. It’s his reward for a job well done.

I’m not removing Reid from my side. Whenever he let go of my hand, I will look for him immediately. I don't want him to disappear from my side even in seconds.

When we got home, I arranged the food. Reid, on the other hand, went into his room to get dressed. After we ate, I decided to take a shower. When I came out of my room, I saw Reid in front of the TV while holding the game’s controller.

I sat beside him. "Reid, that's enough. Assignments first."

"Later. It's just multiplication." He said as he continuously pushing the buttons in the cotroller.

"Aren’t you full of yourself?" I mumbled. I know he’s smart, but I still don’t want him to neglect his studies. "Three times Two?"

"Six." He sighed and responded lazily.

"Four times Nine?"

It took quite a while for him to think. "Thirty-Six."

"Six times Three?"

"Eighteen, mommy." He hit pause and then looked at me. "Mom, I'm at the middle of the game."

I came up with a plan for it to do his homework. "If you lose, you'll do your assignments."

"Deal. What game?"

"Street Fighter." I said proudly. That’s the only video game I know. Last time, Reid beat me when we were playing.

One corner of his lip rose. I was out of breath because Wright was the one I saw when he did that. "Guile."

I cleared my throat and then sighed to calm myself. I looked at the TV screen and chose a character.

"Gouken." I spoke. "Game start."

We started the game. I'm not really good at this video game. But because I imagine Wright is Guile I become desperate to hit it and beat it.

Reid stood up when I knocked him with left hook. He groaned when K.O. appeared on the screen. "Woah! Mom! You're superb!"

"What? You think women can't play games like that? Think twice, son." I pointed to her bedroom door. "Do your homework."

"Oh, man!"

He scratched his neck and, exhaustedly walked to his room. I don't want to spoil him even if he is my only child. I want him to have self -discipline.

Reid knew I was leaving. I read Don Quixote to him first until he fell asleep. For a few minutes, I watched his face as he slept. The resemblance between him and Wright is very noticeable. How can I deny that he is not Wright's son if at first glance you already know who his father is?

I kissed him on the forehead and stroked his cheek before slowly closing the bedroom door. I walked over to the living room and I saw Minerva sitting at the sofa.

"Minerva, you'll take care of my son first, okay? I'll pay you back. Don't ever open the door to strangers."

Minerva is the daughter of Mising, my neighbor. She was the eldest of seven siblings. She is the babysitter I hire when I have a gig. She is kind and helpful to her mother, the salary she received from me was given to her mother for their expenses.

With each step I take, I feel more and more anxious. But if I don't do this, Reid and I will have our allowance reduced. He has Family Day on Friday and I know we are required to bring money. I do this so that I can give him everything he needs.