They arrived in an apartment near the center. Farrah had arranged everything for her and waited for her arrival.
Arabella pressed the doorbell and the door opened quickly.
“Bestie!” A loud voice greeted them that made them surprised for a while.
“Farrah! You gave me a fright.” Arabella’s tiredness quickly faded hearing her best friend’s shouting.
“No, you can’t blame me. It’s been so long.” Farrah hugged her tight while crying.
“It’s so nice to see you too my friend.” Arabella couldn’t help to cry too while hugging her long-time best friend.
“OMG! Wait! I…. I thought you are alone. Is this my godson already?” Farrah quickly abandoned Arabella when she saw a cute little boy who was hiding behind his mom. He hated loud strangers the most.
Farrah was very stunned seeing Adam clearly. She seemed to see a mini version of Bill Sky.
“OMG! Your look… You look like exactly your fath… “Farrah couldn’t help her excitement that she almost spilled out the deep secret of Arabella. Fortunately, Arabella was quick to cut her.
“Yes, Farrah. Meet Adam. Adam, don’t be scared. Come!” Arabella knelt to present Adam to Farrah sending her a meaningful message by her stare. “She is Aunt Farrah. She is mom’s best friend.” Arabella gently explained as she knew Adam was aloof to strangers.
“Nice to meet you. Aunt Farrah?” Adam gave his hand to Farrah in a gentlemanly manner.
Farrah wanted to chuckle but she controlled it. “Nice to meet you to my godson.” Farrah replied and shook his little hand.
“Just call me Adam, please.” Adam was backed to his normal vigor. He didn’t easily trust strangers.
Arabella blinked at Farrah.
“Oh. Okay, sir. Nice to meet you, Adam.” Farrah quickly corrected her statement with a snappy military salute that made Adam chuckled softly. She is like her mom. No wonder they are best friends.
Before the sunset, Arabella went out to see her mom. She left Adam in the apartment with Farrah. She had to see her mom first before she would take Adam to her as the last time, she saw her was also tragic.
Her mother saw her as the murderer of her dad. All this time, it made her feel guilty that she lost that chance to save her dad. If only she was so strong to fight against the gravity that pulling forcefully her father’s stretcher down from the cliff, then her father would still be alive now.
She asked Farrah to secretly conduct an investigation about her father or at least to just recover his body but they didn’t find anything. It was such a pity that they never had a chance to mourn over his loss.
“Mom, I am here. Your daughter.” Arabella was gently holding her mom’s hand while weeping. Jaimie was sleeping when she came. Looking at her mom, her heart was clenched hard. After six years, Jaime changed a lot. Her face was pale and thin with dry skin and wrinkles everywhere. She had turned older over the years. One could easily say, she had been through a lot of roughness in life.
“Why are you crying?”
“Who are you?”
Jaime weakly asked looking at the girl sitting beside her bed.
“Mom, it’s me. Arabella. Your daughter.” Arabella was rattled as she was expecting her mom would recognize her now. More tears were flowing down her eyes upon hearing her mom’s voice once again and seeing her mom with opened eyes.
“My daughter?... I don’t have a daughter. Are you lost?” Jaime replied with confusion in her eyes.
Hearing her mom, that pain she felt 6 years ago came back to her but the difference was her mom was calm. Only, she still didn’t recognize her.
She remembered her mom’s doctor said that Jaime’s memory and mood were on and off. Sometimes, she remembered and sometimes she totally forgets everything. The worst part was when she had nightmares, the next morning she became brutal, angry, and tend to imagine things that didn’t exist.
“Yes. I… I am lost. Can I stay here for a while?” Her mom had endured too much. Arabella had no plan to give up on her.
“Sure. Are you being chased by someone? Hide in the bathroom so you’ll not be seen. Don’t worry, I will protect you.” With a worried voice, Jaime said while pointing the way to the bathroom.
Arabella’s tears were flowing down uncontrollably. If only she could switch places with her mom, without any hesitation, she would definitely do it. It’s very painful for a daughter to see her mom’s miseries and yet she couldn’t do anything to appease her mom’s situation.
“Don’t worry. We are safe. I already locked the door. No one can enter here in our room.” Arabella pacified Jaime. Obviously, her mom felt unsafe.
“Can you give me water please?” Jaime sat up and leaned at her headboard.
“Right away mom….” Arabella was very excited to serve her mom again.
“Mom?” Jaime felt confused and her expression was scrutinizing Arabella as if she was scheming her.
“Oh. Sorry… I just miss my mom.” Arabella quickly made her alibi and held Jaime a glass of water.
Jaime drank the water then put the glass beside her table.
“What happened to your mom?” Jaime asked with motherly concerned eyes.
Arabella sat beside Jaime again. For a moment, she couldn’t find her words to answer her mom.
“Hmmm… I lost my mom.” She answered lowering her head while tears rolling down. How she missed being with her mom and having their usual conversation. She didn’t want to lie but she didn’t want her mom to change her mood and avoid her. Though she didn’t recognize her at least she was calm and she was talking to her properly.
“Come here. I think you need a hug.” Jaime held Arabella’s hand and open her shoulder for her.
More warm tears rolled down her cheeks hearing her mom. She quickly hugged her mom. Even though she didn’t recognize her, her warmth is enough for her to calm her heart.
“Don’t worry. Moms don’t leave their daughters. She will come back to you in time.” Jaime gently stroked Arabella’s back.
After her mom’s statement, tears liked rain dripped down from Arabella’s eyes. She tried her best not to sob as she didn’t want her mom to feel uneasy and end her hug. She wanted to prolong and take advantage of the situation that she was in her mom’s embrace.
She missed her mom so much!
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