Showing posts with label One Shot Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label One Shot Story. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 3, 2019

purang may langit ka



PURANG, MAY LANGIT KA!
Ang mundo ay puno ng hiwaga't bakit
Nang luha at hikbi, minsa'y hinanakit
May ngiti at tuwa kapag ang nasungkit
May kisap at ningning, bituing marikit.
Ang bawat nilalang niluwal sa mundo
Ay may kanya-kanyang tangang pagkatao
Kung may matalino, may mahinang ulo
Kayumangi't puti, may tisoy may negro.
Ang lahat sa lupa Diyos ang may akda
May sariling dunong, iba't-ibang mukha
May sariling bait mabuti't masama
Binigyan ang tao ng isip at diwa.
Ngunit ang ating Dios lubhang matalino
Mula langgam, lamok at ibang insekto
Ating bawat kara walang kapareho
Anumang itsura tayo'y makuntento.
Pagkat may dahilan ang pagkakaiba
Upang ang daigdig may lungkot, may saya
May ahas, may daga balanse ang dala
Ang ating planeta ay walang kapara.
Tanggapin ang bawat bagay na hinain
Kung anong hinasik siyang aanihin
Manyapa't kinulang huwag lalaitin
At baka ang langit di na ta diringgin.
At ang mapepera kapag naging hangal
Naging palamara sa yamang nakamal
Buti pa ang aba kahit nanunungkal
Kanyang isusubo marumi ay banal.
Biyaya sa taas kagyat nakahanda
Ang isang palasyong dampa lang sa lupa.
Weeween Reyes 2019
Photo: courtesy of Cecille Reyes

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

ON HISTORY

On History
(Random thoughts)
I don't question who God is and how He looks
It's enough for me to believe in Him seeing how wide the universe is, how the stars and the planets are pinned up there, how the moon every day comes and goes like the sun at day time, how clouds are formed and transformed into rain, how the plants from seeds grow to a tree, how the larva transforms into a butterfly, how babies are conceived and born, how humans grow into adults and have different brains and looks. how I breathe every second, every minute and how I survive every day. Scientists are humans. Their knowledge came from God, they just deny it, but in their last breath, they will learn to accept God in their hearts.
I believe in His teachings, the old teachings since they were the once closer to the truth. Since they were the first who experienced how the world started and not how people today imagine and try to make changes about the truth.
People nowadays are obsessed with changes just like how they change our history. For me, Rizal's history is Rizal's, Marcos history is Marcos history, likewise, Ninoy and the rest have their own slice of history, and truth should not be changed based from one's analysis and prognosis. History is history and nearest to the truth as during those times those were the things that transpired right in the eyes of millions of people not in the mind of one feeling to be intellectually inclined to history.
Happy Independence Day to all.
Weeween Reyes 2019
Photo credits to the owner

Friday, November 2, 2018

Why A Loss When Heaven Is Gained?

Why A Loss When Heaven is Gained?
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I can’t clearly imagine what transpired that very early morning of October 3, 2018. I just found myself rushing to the bathroom with my elder sister, Pinky, also preparing herself to the hospital. “Quick! Mom’s being resuscitated,” words from the other end of the line. That’s all I remembered as we dashed to the hospital not speaking to each other and hurried to the third floor where Mom was.
The boat, “To Go”, docked at exactly 4:00 AM in my beautiful hometown Odiongan (Romblon) on a Monday of October 1, 2018. The weather was so fair that I felt so good since I left our home in Cainta. I was in a hurry to see my mom, afraid that I won’t be able to see her in good shape. Nobody knew I was coming that very day as I am used to giving my family a surprise every time I wanted to see them on rare occasions.
At 4:30 am, I was in the vicinity of our home. I rang my sister up, which she abruptly answered to my surprise. (Oh! she’s still up in this wee hour of the night taking care of our mother.) “Hello, Ning! That’s how I fondly call Cecille. ”Where are you? “ “I’m home.” She muttered.
“Kindly open the door. “ She heeded without expression. I thought I surprised her. But she was not actually astonished. Maybe she was merely tired waiting for us or really tired and sleepless taking care of our dear mother. I was exhilarated to see Mom, but she was sleeping soundly, so I did not disturb her, instead, I chat with my younger sister about her condition. I was anticipating when I was still in Cainta that she will no longer recognize me, and that troubled me so much. Few weeks before my feet brought me to Batangas to take the boat, I was bitten by our kitten, Yoonji and I had to wait until my last shots were over. It took me some 3 weeks to finish.
A few weeks ago, I talked to Mom and asked her if she wants me home. And she said yes. But I quipped. “I gonna go home next year”, and she answered back, “will you get to me in time?” It was all because I was planning to take the boat the following day wearied by my sister’s story about what mom was saying every now and then. She was always asking if the boat arrived and if anyone of us was arriving. She often asked for her eldest grandchild, Shiela. So I was in a hurry to go home since I was afraid that if my niece got home ahead of me, I will no longer catch up with my mother.
Going back to my story, since the sun hasn’t shown herself yet, I asked my sister that we buy some foodstuff from the market as I missed the native “kakanin” and my favorite “kalamay mais” which I used to eat in my early teens, though I was in despair how it tasted now, and also to see my cousin, Arnel, and his famed porridge. He was amazed to see me in surprise.
Once we’re home, I was certain that Mom was awake. But alas, she no longer recognized me! I kept on telling her that I was home for her. My heart broke multiple times since she could no longer appreciate my presence and so desperate to see her in her condition. I still remember my very pretty mother who last year was still so robust and smart with a wit and brain of that of a 50-year-old lady until that thing on her right upper face annoyed her. She had been operated last October 2017, believing that it was just an ordinary cyst. And we brought her back to the province after the operation, but her situation just worsen. She was then brought back to Manila and consulted 3 more doctors after we got the result of her biopsy on January 2018, it was a case of hemangioendothelioma. The exact underlying cause for the abnormal growth is unknown. That’s the time we were made aware that her case was very rare. According to one of his doctors, there were only 200 cases around the world. “Your mom is mestiza”, he made a jest of which I jested back. “Why Doc is her case that of mestizas?” which he firmly answered smiling, “yes!”
Before we finally consulted the last doctor on March 2018, my mom, was still so robust and can walk at least some 40 meters just by holding in our arms, took a bath alone, and eat by herself. In fact, she was still up on midnights playing cards in her laptop. At times, her 2nd grandchild, Sharon took her out in the malls for an eating esprit with Sheila and Cecille.
Knowing that there was no cure for her illness when she went back to the province, my sister said, things were different. After two weeks, she could hardly walk and when we went home last May 5, 2018, for her 91st birthday. She was in the hospital for one week. From there on, she no longer got up from bed. My sisters Cecille, Mons, and Pinks and daughter Inuts and brothers Jose Rizal (Dodong), and Cocoy with her wife Sha took pain in taking care of our mother because she was plump and heavy, but they sacrificed a lot. Thanks to them
The day I arrived, she remained sleeping. But at noon time she finished one cup of osterized food and nothing followed till evening, so I worriedly asked my brother who is a nurse by profession, the good Vice Mayor of our town, Mark Anthony (Cocoy), what best to do, so, he called the hospital for Mom’s blood chem. And someone got her blood sample on that very day. On Tuesday, we were informed that mom’s hemoglobin was so low so we decided to bring her to the hospital on that same day. When the hospital staff came in and transferred her to the stretcher, it was the time that I saw my Mom’s first and last smile that moment. The timid smile that meant a thousand words to me, the smile that was enough to cure my thirst of her consciousness, the smile which I’ve missed for quite some time being far away from her. Yes, that was the best smile implanted in my mind till now, and that to remain in my memory of my most beautiful mother ever, that last pusillanimous smile in her lips.
The priest which we called earlier arrived when the ambulance was about to leave so we let him bless mom before we left. After receiving dextrose in the emergency room, her eyes opened wider as she seemed almost recognizing us all. I was telling her, “Mom, I’m here. Do you recognize me?” My other siblings were just right there talking to her and everybody was expecting her to recover.
Mom was 91, the age that was some kind of a “bonus” to us, but we were just wishing that our other siblings can still catch up with her alive, just for the thought of it…to see her alive, but in vain.
It was exactly quarter to six in the morning of October 3, 2018, when we were back to the hospital since I slept at home after we brought Mom to the hospital that afternoon because of a bad cough and troubled stomach. I and my elder sister, Pinky, were praying just to catch up with her. We were quiet and numb on our way to the hospital. That fatal day was a total wreck in our whole being seeing her already lifeless in bed and was told that she was pronounced dead, just one minute before we arrived. Nobody in the family was with her till her last breath, but my niece, Inuts, as my sister Cecil was told to purchase some medicine from the drug store nearby. Maybe that’s how God and Mom wanted things to be.
Though saddened and distressed, when we got home, after she was taken to the funeral parlor, there were already a few people back home fixing things for my mother’s wake. Everybody was moving in unison. It was clearly some kind of a “Bayanihan” for that matter. A few minutes later, people were increasing in number to my surprise. After a few hours later, everything was set. And I admired pretty well my town mates, relatives, neighbors, friends and government people, and some relatives as well who came from other provinces for the endless help extended to our family. I also wanted to personally thank the very good Ex-congressman Atty. Budoy Madrona for the tremendous help extended to us and the very unique service given by Ate Beth Magallanes and her people, and the rest who condoled with us, the church people, those who prayed for my mother and for those who were with us till her very last hour. Thank you so much. I would also want to give credit to my ever beautiful, younger sister Cecille for giving a 101% of your time, strength and love, endlessly taking care of our beloved mother till you drop.
Our eldest sister, Bebbotte, arrived on Oct. 6 (Saturday) with her children Shiela, Sharon, Bobby, Michelle and Sunshine with her little one, and our other sibling Pio and wife Serma, all so distraught. Pio then, because of some emotional reasons asked the funeral staff to open the coffin before Mom was finally laid to rest just so he could touch our mother’s arm.
Death is never losing a loved one. It is gaining a home, our true home with God.
My mother’s wake was simply less stressful because of the big help from everybody. But for me, a wake is a thing of the past. It is a different thing here in Metro Manila and the adjacent towns. Having a wake on a chapel is tedious. For me, I wanted a cremation after three days from death. And three days would be safekeeping to a funeral chapel with scheduled visiting hours for the family. After all, death is death. But do we rather not want everybody to remember us healthy and strong,
beautiful and glamorous, and remain those thoughts in their minds rather than see us sick, pitiful, dying and gone? My take…
Weeween Reyes
All Souls Day 2018

Friday, October 12, 2018

Good Night Sweet Dreams Inay

    "Goodnight, Sweet Dreams Inay"
    Matulog ka Inay
    nang walang kasinghimbing.
    Kapag ikaw'y naidlip 
    di kita pupukawin.
    Matulog kang tahimik
    at mata mo'y ipikit
    Upang bawat kirot
    di na mapapansin.
    Lulubayan ka na
    ng mga hinagpis.
    Tuluyang mababaon
    agam-agam at hapis.
    Inay, baunin mo aming pagmamahal
    na tanging sa yo'y aming maiaalay
    at yayakapin ka ng aming mga dasal
    upang sa palisan iyong maging gabay.
    Kung kami ma'y nagkulang
    Hiling sa yo'y kapatawaran.
    Di man namin naisin
    oras ay nakatali rin.
    Sa yong paglalayag
    hahawiin ang makapal na ulap
    ng mga anghel na sasalubong,
    naghihintay sa iyong pag-akyat,
    pagkat tandaan mo Inay,
    nabayaran mo na sa lupa
    ang mga kasalanang
    lingid at di natin alam.
    At sa yong pagdatal
    ikaw'y pagbubuksan
    sa tahanang langit na tunay
    Pagkat napatawad ka nang ganap
    sa pagluwal ng sampung anak.
    Mapayapang paglalakbay Inay!
    Ikumusta mo na lang kami
    Sa aming amang mahal,
    at sa dalawa naming kuyang
    una nang namaalam.
    Paalam Inay, paalam.
    Hanggang sa muli.
    Wee-ween Reyes
    Oct 12, 2018
    (9th day)
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Saturday, June 30, 2018

SA LIKOD NG LUMANG LARAWAN

Sa Likod ng Lumang Larawan

Nangangalmot na ang amag
na naninirahan sa kupas na larawang
nasa kahon ng narrang aparador.

May sapyaw na kurot ang kirot
tuwing umaalis ang araw,
ang buwan, at ang taon
sa mga pahina ng kalendaryo.
Lagpas bahay na ang puno ng akasyang
magkasabay tinusok sa lupa
sa laki'y naging lilim na,
ngunit kahit minsan ni haplos
ng basahan, di man lang sumayad
sa napabayaang litratong
hangad lang ay simpleng paglingap.

Minsang s'ya'y umuwi sa sariling bayan,
ang lumang larawan, nakaramdam 
ng pag-asang matagal nang pinapangarap.
"Kahit isang sulyap man lang."
(Gaya ng kanyang pag-asam).

Matamlay na ang kulay nito,
ngunit banaag pa ang saya ng lumipas.
Ang limot na't nilumot na nakaraan.
Dagli'y nahapit sa dibdib. 
May ngiting bumahid sa labi
pagkat alaala'y multong bumabalik.
Danga't kahit sa hinagap,
wala ng puwang ang dating kilig.
Ang pananabik magtatalo lang
at ng isip.

Wines 2018

Thursday, August 17, 2017

ALL ABOUT PARENTING

ALL ABOUT PARENTING
(Please read)
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Rearing children is a tough task. It is not as simple as getting a job in line with our profession or having a job that needs skills, or sometimes a job we have no knowledge at all and yet we can be trained. Rearing children needs all our prowess, intellect, skill, love and protection, patience, understanding and all that. We have to support the physical, emotional, social, and intellectual development of a child from infancy to adulthood. It’s not always fun. Sometimes we’ll eat our heart out with the tremendous household chores that we have to attend to plus our little kids to take care of. At times we have to be firm and true to our words or we'll wake up one day, they don’t believe in what we say anymore.
From infancy, we take good care of them so delicately, so careful that we almost consume most of our times for them. Not even the mosquitos could get near and bite as we say. Sleepless nights are negligible, not worrying anymore our eye bags which we were so conscious of before. Not anymore minding our figures. What’s important is we have food in our stomach so we’ll have enough milk for our babies and be happy to breast feed thinking that it is the best we could offer to them.
My husband and I had a good compromise to combat the hardship of waking up at night. We had an agreement that who discovers first if our child’s diaper was wet will be the one to change it. If you’re a good parent, you should be responsible enough to check if your child is wet or not, every time you wake up in the middle of the night. And being good fathers, you have to take part. You should have a good share of the difficulties being incurred by mothers. As it is a fact that mothers have to breast feed babies every time they wake up at night, crying, looking for mama’s nipple. Mothers are just like “7-11 Store”, we are 24 hours open☺. At times that they need medical attention, be ready, or your hearts break. And you will wish you get sick and not your child.
Parents should see to it that infants have a complete vaccination, right starter food after few months, boiled egg, boiled carrots, and potatoes, not junks, not soft drinks, not powder juices. Give a quick bath regularly every day. Sponge bath will do if not feeling well. Hospitals teach mothers how to bathe their babies. If not, ask the veterans, best is your mother. Morning sun is a good source of Vitamin D for 15-20 minutes before eight in the morning to avoid exposure to ultra violet light, but your child should wear a comfortable, light suit. This is so important especially to newly born who has jaundice (baby's skin and whites of the eyes look yellow).
I don’t believe in the saying that a baby who always cries will have a good voice. We are just allowing their tantrums to develop. Babies who always cry have problems that parents should discover. No baby will cry if he is contented, happy and well fed. No baby will feel discomfort if his diaper is dry and clean. If his surrounding is cool, tidy, colorful and peaceful. No baby will be uneasy if he is in good health and is taken care of and loved.
But it doesn’t stop from here. Taking care of them goes throughout in their nursery years, kinder years, elementary, high school and up to college (that’s how we address the level of education in our times, now I’m confused), until they are ready to face the chaos of the world. Even in their teens, where crushes and first love start to grow, parents should give more attention to their children. This is the stage of confusion in love and for being an adult.
As they grow, our kind of discipline should vary too. Parents should also grow with their kids. I was a hands-on and loving mother when they were infants, a patient, and loving mother when they were kinder, a strict and loving mother in their teens, a friend, strict mother in their college and a friend and good consultant in love and in life now that they are matured.
I was the strict kind of a mother back home and my better-half is the cool father image so when the going gets tough, they have someone to run to. We always see to it that we have time to talk to them about topics under the sun. Sometimes we have arguments but things are patched up at once. We don’t yell at each other, We don’t allow that, and shouting when angry is not being tolerated. we also trained them not to let neighbors hear their cries and their angry voices. For us, they're so undignified.
Once a child finishes a career and finds a good job and a good partner, that’s the time that parents are less worried about their children. And when they start to build a family of their own means retirement to our obligation as parents, only that we should still be around if possible to give some bits of advice and service if they so need them. But we must give them space, the chance to be on their own, to uncover what should be uncovered in life in their own way. We should avoid insisting our old school thing as they are in a different generation with a different approach to parenting.
Like what our parents did, let us leave everything to the good Lord. He will take care of them, but let’s continue praying for them. They have angels too assigned by God who will always be at their side. If we have survived, they too will survive.
Weenterella 2017
Photo: Google

Saturday, August 12, 2017

NARDO

REMEMBER NARDO?
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It was a bit busy day that afternoon practicing for our school program. After class, I started walking along the road outside the premises to go home when suddenly it rained. The cold, gentle pouring gave me a good relief as it strummed my face. But it was not a solace to another person roaming alone from morning till afternoon with his big sack, filled with what-not there but anything that would be of benefit to his family.

Yes, if anyone still remembers Nardo, he was the man in his soiled clothing who went house to house in Odiongan for any amount or anything that they could afford to give. As far back as I can remember, some fifty years ago, Untay was ahead of Nardo. I was still a kid when Untay was around, while with Nardo, I was already in my teens. They were two normal people with one common interest, to ask for alms to feed their families. Nardo's look is still on my mind. He was thin and maybe 5'7" in height, and dirty and with an impassive facial expression as if he carries the weight of the world on his shoulder. He didn’t even know how to smile.

Unlike
Untay, Nardo has his own style. When he walks, he drags his other foot like that of a lame man and moves more slowly to look sickly and pathetic, his reason why he’s not able to work for a living and so instead he asks for alms. But a gossip circulated during our time saying that when he's home, he walks normally.

Nardo always had with him a big sack over his shoulder just like Untay, but 
his was bigger. And he accepted clothes and anything useful as long as he can carry them all. People like Untay and Nardo were harmless creatures of the earth. Who knows, they may be little, big angels of the Lord. We don’t even know if they were sent by God to test how we fare with the less fortunate people.

I consider them angels because they took care of their families, fed them and provided their needs to the best they could battling the tiring daily long walks and the scorching heat of the sun and sometimes rain to ask for alms in nearby towns and so they can’t be identified. They still have a little pride left in their body. As I remember them, one thing came into my mind. If I am not mistaken, Nardo did not only feed his offspring, he sent his children to college as well.

Personally, I don't like the thought of giving alms to the poor. For me, we are tolerating them to become lazy and irresponsible, harebrained. But I feel guilty if I don't give anything too. That's human nature. We like to be superheroes to the needy. And we feel good after helping, rather than not. But that doesn’t make them better persons but the opposite, maybe or maybe not.

Wherever they are now, one thing is sure, they were people with a heart who knew how to love and care for the family they built feeding them in any manner as long as it was not earned badly…and who can say that asking for alms is bad, and who are we to judge? “for there is no man who does not sin”. “Indeed, there is not a righteous man on earth who continually does good and who never sins”. “THERE IS NONE RIGHTEOUS, NOT EVEN ONE”.
😄


Wednesday, August 9, 2017

THAT WOMAN NAMED UNTAY

“THAT WOMAN NAMED UNTAY”
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I was alarmed when I noticed that my lower extremities have red rashes for the past few months. And I blamed the mosquitos that might have attacked my legs while I was busy using my computer. In fact, I purchased big water-based Baygon multi-insect killer just for this purpose. But later on, I realized that it was not really the fault of the mosquitos that I was thinking of. The culprits for this allergic reaction in my skin are my leggings which are all fitted in the lower extremities, thus the allergy started. And I never use any other house clothes every day but these leggings.

To cut the long story short, I ended up looking for my dresses which for quite some time were kept in my closet. I picked a red one but I found it unruly, so I told my husband that I have to iron it since if I don’t, I will look like Untay. And he asked. “Who is Untay?” "Wait, I have to draw her because it's difficult to describe," was my response. And my eagerness to show the image of Untay to my better-half drew my desire to the peak remembering yesterday the video of the charcoal drawing I saw from an FB friend Leo A. Caisip. And where on earth have I thought that I can draw, especially in this age of mine nearly facing the sun to set? But I took the first pencil I saw, and scratch papers and started sketching Untay. And I found that great feeling with the desire to express in my sketches the woman I saw when I was just a kid asking for alms around the town proper, my hometown, Odiongan. But I pity her when I was a child, not because she was mediocre as I still don’t understand that before, but because she was so untidy and skinny. In fact, I was also afraid of her.  Though I haven't got the chance to talk to her personally, she had a soft spot in my heart that some memories of her still linger in my mind until to date.

But who knows? Untay might pave the way to my long-cherished dream…. my wildest dream and that is to be an artist, though I really not have tried. Why not? Anyway, dreams are free. Let’s dream high. Let’s start dreaming higher. It’s not too late!


Saturday, July 15, 2017

“A PLACE FOR EVERYTHING AND EVERYTHING IN ITS PLACE”

“A PLACE FOR EVERYTHING AND EVERYTHING IN ITS PLACE”
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I’m one person who is so particular when it comes to the arrangement of anything inside our home. I don’t like excessive decorations. I just want simple ones to suit my needs and taste, and things should coordinate with each other from color, to shape, to size and lines. In short, I’m a very meticulous person and a minimalist. I want a very light paint around our place so that it will look neat, cozy and peaceful. I always wanted an organized surrounding. Be it a big place or small place. I want things in its proper place.
Underneath the landing of our stairs, is a space for keeping things that are less important. But the space under the stairs connecting to the second floor remained unused, so we converted it into a mini bar wherein I could have a better place for my few wine collections and my wine glasses. And decided to make a ninety degree tiled bar counter to complement the mini bar display. It made a cozy nook for a little drink. And with the counter is a shoe cabinet of which we used four and six inches PVC, cut into seven inches long to put each pair of shoes and slippers independently. And that made a very good shoe holder.
At the left edge of the counter is a chess board so that a little drink could be more fun while playing chess. This small space makes a fine hang out for a few visitors. This is my favorite place in our home since it gave me a feeling of satisfaction after it was converted into a mini bar with shoe cabinet in it and a chess board to kill the boredom that haunts us sometimes, at times, just sitting there when I’m using my cell phone face booking. I relate playing chess to brainstorming but that’s another long story to tell.
Home is where our heart is. It’s always our comfort zone. It’s our choice to clean, to arrange and decorate the way we wanted, and going home is always a relief to us and our family especially when we’re tired and exhausted from the chaos of the outside world. Loving our family means giving them a healthy environment, a place where they could feel the warmth, the hugs of its atmosphere. Home is home.



 

 




Wednesday, June 28, 2017

WAIT LANG!!!

WAIT LANG!!! (W8 LANG!!!)
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Naintriga ako sa salitang itong napakapalasak sa ngayon kaya nabigyan ko ng pansin. Kapag tinawag mo ang isang bata, t'yak ang sagot, "wait lang", kasi di mabitiwan ang kanyang hawak na cell phone, o laptop, o hindi mapaknit ang mga mata sa television, o kaya'y ayaw paabala sa kanyang paglalaro o pakikipaglaro. Iba na ang mga bata ngayon. Hindi na gaya nang dati na sa isang tawag lang ng magulang ay agad sasagot ang bata ng "po" at lalapit para alamin kung bakit sya tinatawag.
Ito marahil ang produkto ng makabagong Pilipino. Sa aminin natin at sa hindi, masyado na tayong naapektuhan ng ibang lugar. Westernized na masyado kung baga, o ng mga makabagong kagamitan na nagiging dahilan nang pagbabago ng pag-uugali ng ating mga kabataan.
Ngunit di ibig sabihin nito’y di na mabuti ang ating mga kabataan. May kaunting kabingihan lang siguro, haha. Sa isang banda’y nasa atin na rin ang pagdidisiplina upang mapawasto sila. At the end of the day, malaki pa rin ang porsyentong dapat nating gampanan bilang mga magulang, kumpara sa influencia ng paligid at paaralan. Sa tahanan dapat nagsisimula ang paghubog ng pagkatao ng ating mga anak. Kapag nabalutan sila ng kabutihan mula pagkabata dadalhin nila itong lahat saan man magpunta at saan man makarating… wait lang… tapos na… ipo post ko na!!! 

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

THAT MAN ALONG THE ROAD

THAT MAN ALONG THE ROAD


It was 12:00 noon. The scorching heat of the sun was almost burning my skin as I walked along the long street of Dama de Noche. But it was no reason at all not to notice a lanky fellow, long haired, with hollow cheeks (aged sixty five to seventy I think) standing in front of his apartment, while fanning himself to death.

But the sight of him didn't give so much attention in my mind not until one day, as I passed by, again, I saw him in the street near his apartment approaching a stout, younger woman with his arms opened, "Please lend me Ten pesos my dear, I need it very badly". He pleaded. “That's also my problem”, said she. In fact I have nothing to give to my daughter", she lamented, as I overheard their conversation.

I almost approached them, to give what he needed but I felt awkward. Well, I must be interfering in their privacy. I tried to act casually, but it gave me a feeling of heaviness as I walked down the road, farther from the scene. I was almost blaming myself. I was in the situation to help and act as a "Good Samaritan" that day, and that ten pesos would have helped that old lanky fellow in his present problem. That ten pesos, stuck on my mind, and every time I saw him, I wanted to hand him even a hundred pesos, so he will have food to fill his stomach if that’s what he needed. But I don't really know if it would be proper for me to do it. Thinking otherwise, he might get insulted with my gesture.

Few moons passed, not seeing him, as I passed in that nearby street. Until one day I saw him seated in a chair silently, in front of his place, crossed legs, with a rough long wooden staff in his side, but his eyes no longer follow as I walked along the street. His sight seemed blank.

Every time I see him, my heart breaks, especially seeing him with his wooden walking stick as he moved in that little space outside his apartment. With his eyes looking in one direction, I concluded, "he was blind". And my dilemma began, thinking, if it was proper to help when nobody's even asking for it.

Now, the chair in front of his place where he used to sit seemed empty, I haven't seen him for almost couple of months. That triggered my guilt of not lending a hand. And his memories kept hunting me every time I passed by that street. And the heaviness in my heart kept coming, thinking, that he had no children to take care of him because he was a gay. I was so confused.

Should I ask for him so as to erase this heaviness in my heart, or just pray for him and continue to live peacefully?
My regret……



Photo credits to the owner...


Sunday, June 11, 2017

IREREGALO KITA SA PASKO

IREREGALO KITA SA PASKO, KAHIT PAULIT-ULIT AKONG MAMAMATAY
(FIRST PRIZE)
CREATOR CHOICE AWARD
ADMINISTRATOR CHOICE AWARD
BY; Ma. Crozalle Reyes Raymundo
a.k.a. Wee-ween Reyes,
Posted January 5, 2012
IREREGALO KITA SA PASKO, KAHIT PAULIT-ULIT AKONG MAMAMATAY
Ah, kayganda ng umaga. Ang ganda nang sikat ng araw. Hindi kagaya noong mga nagdaang araw na panay ang ulan.” Bulong sa sarili ni Minerva habang tinitingnan ang kaayusan ng gasolinahan. Alas otso na ng umaga. Kabubukas lang nila. "Mag-iisang buwan na pala ako dito." Naisip n'ya habang pinipitik-pitik ang hawak na ballpen sa mesa.
Maya-maya may dumating na sasakyan. Sumilip ang drayber, sabi sa boy, "full tank". Bumaba ang driver at lumapit sa counter. "Si Lina?" Parang nagtatakang tanong."Ako po ang pumalit Sir." Sagot ni Minerva sabay tanggap sa pera.
"Resibo n'yo Sir”. Ang sabi n'ya habang iniaabot ito sa lalaki. Nang magtama ang kanilang paningin parang napaso si Minerva . Agad s'yang bumawi ng tingin, kinilig pero hindi nagpahalata. Pagkatanggap ng resibo umalis na ang lalaki.
Napakasarap ngumiti ng lalaki. Hayyy…nakakikilig...Di matagalan ni Minerva ang malagkit na tingin at "killer smile" nito. "Wow! ano 'yon...pag-ibig sa unang tingin?" Sa isip-isip nya. “Meron bang ganun? Pwedeng love at first sight” Aniya. Parang natulala si Minerva. Di maintindihan kung ano ang nangyayari sa kanya. "Ang lakas nang dating." Pero pilit nya itong winawala. "Hmmmmp, makapagtrabaho na nga, ang agang pabwenas ah, hehehe," natatawang sabi sa sarili.
Habang nakaupo sa kanyang mesa nag-iisip si Minerva. Marami s’yang tanong sa sarili. "Ano kaya ang trabaho nya, bakit ganun ang kanyang kasuutan? Ilang taon na kaya s’ya? May asawa o binata? Babalik pa kaya s'ya?" Mga tanong sa isip na wala namang napalang kasagutan.
Napansin pala s’ya ni Mirasol na nangingiti lang sa di kalayuan habang sinusundan n'ya nang malagkit na tingin ang papaalis na sasakyan kanina, kaya’t biniro s’ya nitong pabulong. “Nakita ko yon ha, ‘wag mo nang ipagkaila hehehe.”
“Grabeh rin, pilitan hehehehe.” Natawa na lang si Minerva. Si Mirasol ang kadikit n’ya sa trabaho. Ito ang umalalay sa kanya noong s’ya’y bago pa lang dito. “Oo na, ‘wag ka na lang maingay”, paanas ding sagot ni Minerva at sabay silang naghagikhikan.
"Sana bumalik ulit, ang saya ko lang. Ano ba ‘to, tinamaan nga yata ako sa lokong ‘yon ah." Bubulong-bulong sa kanyang upuan habang nakatingin sa kawalan. Ah, ang pihikang puso ng dalaga mukhang napana ni cupido. “Sana nga, sana, sana bumalik sya” ang paulit-ulit na dasal ng dalaga.
Lumipas ang dalawang araw. "pooot, pooot". Biglang pumitlag ang puso ni Minerva ng matanaw ang sasakyan. Ang lalaki ulit. Medyo inayos ang buhok at pasimpleng sumilip sa salamin na nakatago sa kanyang box. Dali-daling nagretouch ng lipstick Halos sumigaw ang puso n'ya, pero di nagpahalata. “Ay, mukhang siniswerte ako ah.” Ang may kasiyang bulong sa sarili. At sinuot ang napakagandang ngiti sa pagharap sa lalaki. “Nagpapapansin hehehe.” aniya sa sarili.
Hindi pumasok ng araw na iyon si Mirasol kaya’t walang mapagsabihan ng kanyang excitement ang dalaga. Nakontento na lang at sinarili kung ano ang nadarama. Ngingiti-ngiti na lang. “Hay, pag-ibig nga naman, kakainis minsan.”
As usual, sabi ng lalaki sa boy, "full tank" nga, at muling bumaba para magbayad sa kahera. Ngayon, parang at ease na si Minerva, di na binawi ang tingin at nakipagtitigan na pag nag-uusap. Kung baga may eye to eye contact na. Nagtanong ang lalaki, "matagal ka na rito?", "di po, mag one month pa lang." simpleng sagot n'ya, na bahagyang ngumiti. "Ah, ganun ba. Dati na akong nagpapakarga dito, but i went back to Manila, kaya ngayon lang ulit nakapakarga."
Isang ngiti lang ang isinagot ni Minerva. Nahihiya pa s'ya lalo't takot na mahalata na kinikilig. Nang makaalis ang lalaki may nadagdag na katanungan sa
kanyang isip. "Taga Manila pala s'ya. Ano kaya ang pangalan n'ya? Ang gwapo, hayyyy", bulong sa sarili. At kung magsalita... class....
Si Minerva'y tubong Iloilo. Nasa kolehiyo na s'ya ngunit napilitang tumigil para paunahin ang mas nakakatandang kapatid. "Mag-iipon akong mabuti para makapag enrol ako sa 2nd sem." Iba na ang tapos. Hindi ko pinangarap na hanggang ganito lang ang aabutin ng beauty ko.” Pilyang isip n’ya.
Nasa second year first sem. sa college na s'ya bago nahinto. Mabait s'yang bata, matalino at determinado sa buhay. Idagdag pa nating may gandang angkin, mataas, maputi't makinis, at mahaba ang deretsong buhok Ahh, kahit sino mapapalingon.
Pagkaraan ng apat na araw ay muling dumating ang sasakyan ng "lalaki" pero ngayon ay kabisado na ito ni Minerva. Malayo pa lang ay alam na n'ya kung sino. At muling pumitlag ang batang damdamin. "Puso ko, puso ko", bulong nya ulit sa sarili.
Alam na ni Mirasol ang kanyang sekreto, kaya’t kinulabit kaagad siya nito nang makitang dumarating ang sasakyan. “Min, Min, ayan na s’ya, ayan na s’ya” Parang kinikilig din na bulong ni Mirasol sa kanya. “Ang gwapo nga pala n’ya hehehe, ngayon ko lang napagtuunan ng pansin. Kuh swerte ka. Kung nagkataon magkaribal pa tayo ngayon, haha." Ang pabirong sabi ni Mirasol.
Dating gawi, nagpakarga at nagbayad, ngunit ngayon ay may kunting kwentuhan na. "Ano nga pala pangalan mo?" Pasimpleng tanong sa kanya habang nagbabayad ang lalaki. "Minerva po", ang maikli n'yang sagot habang sumusulat sa resibo.
Dinampot ng lalaki ang sukli at resibo. Sabi ng lalaki habang nakangiti, "ako nga pala si Aljon." At biglang nilahad ang kamay. Nabigla man si Minerva ay agad inabot at nakipagkamay rin, pilit kinakalamay ang sarili at baka mahalatang nanginginig s'ya."Ang lamig ng kamay mo ah", tudyo ni Aljon habang nakangiti na halos ikatunaw ni Minerva. Ngiti rin lang ang isinukli. Nangangalog na nga ang kanyang tuhod. Kung alam lang ni Aljon.
Pagkaalis ng lalaki’y lapit agad si Mirasol. “Sister bagay nga kayo, kinikilig ako habang tinitingnan ko kayo kanina.” At parang baklang namimilipit habang nagkwekwento si Mirasol kaya’t tawa nang tawa si Minerva. Sanay na s’ya sa kaibigan. “At take note mukhang may tama rin sa ‘yo ha , nagpakilala pa at nakipagkamay. Kala n’yo di ko nakita ang mga malalagkit n’yong titigan.” Aniyang pabiro ni Mirasol.
Sa paulit-ulit na pagpakarga ay naging magkaibigan din ang dalawa. Pormal nga lang dahil si Minerva ay may pagka conservative.Pero minsan makulit din pag nasa mood. Nalaman n'ya na auditor pala si Aljon ng kanilang kompanya. Sa manila, sa head office nagtatrabaho si Aljon. Pinadadala lang s’ya ng kompanya dito sa Iloilo minsan kapag kailangan.
"Ang tanda mo na pala", biro n'ya kay Aljon. Si Aljon ay bente seis samantalang si Minerva'y desinuebe lang. "Ano ka, mas baby face nga ako kaysa sa 'yo." ang pabirong sagot ni Aljon. “hah, baby face ka d’yan.” Ang pabiro ding sagot ni Minerva.Kung may asawa o wala si Aljon ay di pa nya alam. Minsan nagbiro ang isang kasamahan, "binata pa yan". Pero paano n'ya masisiguro, hindi tagaroon si Aljon. Pero ayaw n’yang magtanong. Inaantay n’yang magkusa itong sabihin sa kanya. With the hope na sana nga ay binata.
Ngunit ang buhay ay kailangang magpatuloy. Kaunting kwentuhan at tawanan, masaya na s'ya. Ang importante lagi n'yang nakikita si Aljon. Si Aljon , puro si Aljon ang laman ng utak n'ya. Ang ngiti ni Aljon ay nagpapabilis sa tibok ng puso ni Minerva. Ang mga kaunting daplis ng kamay nito. Ang pabirong akbay sa balikat. Maliliit na bagay ay nakamamatay sa batang puso. Ang paghihip sa puwing sa kanyang mata, langit. "Akin na, hihipan ko, madali lang yan." ang sabi ni Aljon nang minsang nadatnan n’ya na nagkukusot ng mata si Minerva at napuwing daw.
Ah, kung madudukot nyo lang ang puso n'ya maiintindihan n'yo ang nararamdaman ng dalaga. Mapapansin n'yo ang mga matang laging nagniningning. Maririnig n'yo din kung gaano kabilis ang pintig ng kanyang puso pag katabi n'ya si Aljon. Parang ganun kabilis sa rumaragasang tubig sa kabundukan pag may bagyo, naghahabulan, nag-uunahan pababa sa kapatagan.
"Para namang laging may naglalarong daga dito sa dibdib ko pag nakikita ko itong Aljon na 'to." Paasik nyang sabi sa sarili. “Aba’y kulang na lang lumundag palabas ah, hehehe."'Yong taginting ng kanyang boses ay parang himig ng anghel sa lupa. Ang halakhak n'yang matipid ay parang musikang kay lamyos, at ang kagalang-galang na pagsasalita ang lalong nakamamatay kay Minerva. Ang pagsasalita n'ya ng English paminsan-minsan. “Ganyang ganyan ang mga tipo ko.” Ang paanas na sabi.
Alam n'yang mabuting tao ito at matalino. "Man of my dreams", man of few words, "my Knight in shining armor", mga katagang deskripsyon n'ya para kay Aljon. Ang galaw n’yang de kaledad. Ang maprinsipyo n'yang pananaw sa buhay. Ang pagiging "matured". Kumpletos recados ika nga.
Nang hapon na yon ay inaya s'yang kumain sa labas ni Aljon. Ang saya-saya ni Minerva. Akala mo tumama sa lotto. Pero as usual ayaw pahalata. Nagkatinginan sila ni Mirasol at sumenyas ito na pumayag s’ya sa anyaya ni Aljon. Kayat ganun nga ang nangyari.
Sumakay na sila sa dalang van ni Aljon, pagamit ng kompanya ito sa kanya. Pero hindi na importante iyon kay Minerva. Lumulutang ang kanyang diwa kahit anong pigil n'ya. Habang bumabaybay ang sasakyan papunta sa isang mall ay kinausap s'ya ni Aljon. “Anong gusto mong kainin?” Pero wala sa isip n'ya ang pagsagot. Parang lumilipad din ang isip n'ya gaya ng hangin na pumapagaspas sa labas ng sasakyan at nagpapabingi sa tenga. Inulit ang tanong, "ang sabi ko saan tayo kakain", tanong ni Aljon. "Ha, e kahit saan bahala ka na", maikling sagot ni Minerva. "hammmpp puso kunting pino baka mahalata", bulong n'ya sa sarili.
Sa madaling salita nakarating sila sa mall na halos walang napagkwentuhan. Tahimik si Minerva at laging nakatingin sa malayo na parang binibilang ang mga punong nadadaanan. Pero siguro dahil sa kinakabahan s'ya, kaya umiiwas. "Dito na tayo", ang matipid na sabi ni Aljon pagkaparada sa sasakyan. Nauna s'yang bumaba at pinagbuksan ng pinto si Minerva at inalalayan pagbaba.
Halos mahimatay sa kilig si Minerva pag hawak sa kamay n'ya para makababa. "Wow ha, bigla akong naging prinsesa," sa isip n'ya. Kaya lang lalo yata akong ninenerbyos. Para ding may kuryenteng dumadaloy sa dugo n'ya. Sabi nya sa sarili, "ano ba tong nararamdaman kong ito. Hesusmaryosep".
Hanggang makapasok sa loob ng mall ay hindi binitiwan ni aljon ang kamay ng dalaga. Na hindi naman tumanggi. Sa isip ni Minerva, "sigi lang enjoy lang , it's your day!"".Pero gusto rin n'yang tanungin ang sarili, "ganito ba talaga, o kami na nga ba?" pero nahihiya s'yang mag-sip ng ganon dahil di naman s'ya nililigawan ni Aljon, basta mabait lang ito sa kanya. "Yon, yon eh."
Nang may makitang class na kainan tinanong s'ya ni Aljon, "gusto mo d'yan?" "Bahala ka na." Ang tipid na sagot n'ya. Pagpasok nila ay napahanga si Minerva. Ganda pala dito. Kahit ako tagarito ngayon lang ako makakakain dito", bulong sa sarili. Tsaka pa lang binitiwan sa pagkakahawak ang kamay ng makapasok na. Hinila ang upuan at pinaupo si Minerva. Naiilang man ay nagpatianod na lang s'ya at nag-obserba. Ang importante lang talaga sa kanya kasama n'ya si Aljon. Ma experience kung ano ang dapat ma experience. Yon lang ay sobrang kilig na ang kanyang nararamdaman.
Kinuha ni Aljon ang menu list. "Anong gusto mo", tanong sa kanya. "Bahala ka na, gaya na lang din ng sa 'yo." Omorder ng 2 steak si aljon, shrimp in sauce at kare kare. Nagulat s'ya paghain, ang laki pala ng Steak. Bigla n'yang nakagat ang labi na napansin ni Aljon, sabay tanong "bakit?" Napaismid s'ya pero napangiti, "kasi ang laki nito", sabay turo sa steak. "Di ko 'to kayang ubusin". At napakamot sa ulo. Siyang-siya naman si Aljon sa pagmamaktol ng dalaga. "E di ipabalot. Problema ba 'yon." pakli nito. Natawa na lang si Aljon pero naging hudyat 'yon para mabasag ang katahimikan sa pagitan nila at maging at ease sila sa isa't isa. “Oh sige kain ka lang d’yan. Hindi naman yan magagalit kung hindi mo maubos”, pabirong sabi nito
Habang kumakain ay nagkukwento si Aljon tungkol sa mga kaopisina n'ya at ang mga kalokohan ng mga ito. Kaya't panay ang tawanan nila. Ngunit ni minsan ay di nagkwento si Aljon para sa sarili o sa pamilya. Hindi rin s'ya nagtanong. Para ano, di naman sila magnobyo.
Nang matapos silang kumain ay nag-aya si Aljon. "Maupo tayo don sa park sa labas ng mall." Maaga pa kaya pumayag naman si Minerva. Sa loob-loob n'ya, "sus kahit walang uwian, hehehehe" lihim na napapahagikhik ang dalaga.
At habang nakaupo sila sa park ay kinuha ni Aljon ang kamay ni Minerva. Nilaro-laro n'ya ito habang nagkwekwento ng bahagya, tumatawa lang si Minerva, kinikilig. Minsan naman sa gitna ng tawanan nila ay pinipisil pisil ni Aljon ang matangos na ilong ng dalaga na ikinasisiya naman nito
Maya-maya naging seryoso na ang salita ni Aljon. "Kung wala na ba ako mamimiss mo rin ako?" Ang tanong na ikinabigla ni Minerva. Pero di s'ya nakasagot at tumungo lang. Kaya’t biglang pinaling ni Aljon ang mukha ni Minerva , paharap sa kanya, hawak ang baba nito. At tinitigan s'ya. At muling nagsalitang seryoso, "sagutin mo nga ako", ang malumanay na sabi.
Halos mapugto ang hininga ni Minerva. Gusto n'yang magtanong bakit bigla? Pero nahiya s'ya. Pero ang mga mata ni Aljon ay nagtatanong kaya sumagot s'ya ng bahagyang tango at tumungo ulit.
Nagpatuloy sa pagsalita si Aljon. "Ito ang calling card ko", sabay abot sa kamay ni Minerva. "After two days ay tapos na ang assignment ko dito. Babalik na ako sa Maynila. Sana ay magtapos ka ng pag-aaral, sayang naman ang talino mo," ang sabi n'yang may concern kay Minerva. "Kaya ko binigay 'yang calling card sa 'yo ay para makontak mo ako pagdating mo sa Maynila. Gusto kong malaman kung nagpatuloy ka sa pag-aral mo."
"Di na pala tayo magkikita." sa isip n'ya. Inaamin na n'ya sa sarili, mahal na mahal na n'ya si Aljon. “Ouch!!! Puso ko, ang sakit naman nito." At muli s'yang tinanong nito, "oy, bakit di ka na nagsalita?" sabay akbay sa dalaga na hindi naman nagreklamo. "Kung alam mo lang Aljon kung gaano ako pinasasaya ng akbay mong yan" isip n'ya." Pero para ano, aalis ka na pala." Buntunghininga.
Hah! Ah "Oo, pipilitin ko." ang maikli n'yang sagot. "Bakit pipilitin, gawin mo." Insiste ni Aljon. Hinawkan ulit ang isang kamay ni Minerva habang ang isa'y nakaakbay.
Parang pilit inaaliw ni Aljon ang dalaga habang pinipisil-pisil ang kamay nito. Obvious naman. Sa pagpunta-punta n'ya sa trabaho ni Minerva ay posibleng naramdaman n’ya na may gusto ito sa kanya. Habang nagkukwentuhan ay hinilig ni Aljon ang ulo ng dalaga sa kanyang balikat. Ni hindi naman talaga tumanggi. Kayganda nilang tingnan. Aakalain mo na sila’y magnobyo. Napaka sweet ni Aljon sa dalaga at napakabait n’ya dito. Minsan tuloy naguguluhan si Minerva kung mag-ano ba talaga sila, kaya lang nahihiya s’yang magtanong.
"Kaya pala ako niyaya magpapaalam lang, hmmmmp." bubulung-bulong. Malungkot ang mukha ni Aljon kahit sabihin nating pilit nagpapatawa. Ngunit ang puso ni Minerva'y halos sumigaw sa lungkot at takot. "Sa ganito lang ba mauuwi ang lahat? Tanong sa sarili. Pigil na pigil na mapaiyak.
Naging mahirap para kay Minerva ang mga sumunod na araw mula umalis si Aljon. Ang kunswelo na lang n'ya sa sarili ay ang makaipon para makapagpatuloy sa pag-aaral sa Maynila sa sunod na semester.
Ni minsan ay hindi sinilip ni Minerva ang binigay na calling card ni Aljon. Pakiramdam n’ya lalo lang s’yang masasaktan. "Para ano? Pasasakitan ko lang ang sarili ko?” Gusto n’yang hintayin na lang 'yong sandaling magkakaharap silang muli ni Aljon pag s’ya’y nag-aral na ulit sa Maynila.
Lumipas ang mga araw at naging buwan, at ngayo'y anim na buwan na mula umalis si Aljon. Excited sa paghahanda ng mga gamit si Minerva. "Sana magkita kami ni Aljon at sana ay maalala pa n’ya ako"
Nakarating ng maluwalhati sa Maynila si Minerva. 2nd sem na, tamang-tama para sa enrolment. "Pagkatapos ng enrolment mamimili muna ako ng gamit sa school. Sus buti lang nakaipon ako. Bahala na muna si Tita sa pagkain ko " Maya-maya, may dinukot sa bag n'ya. "Hmmmm", sabay halik sa calling card na binigay ni Aljon bago umalis noon. "Tsaka na lang tayo magkita pag medyo ayos na para magulat ka." Aniya.
Nag-aral na mabuti si Minerva, gustong pagkita nila ni Aljon may maipakita syang matataas na grades. "Tamang-tama sa Christmas vacation para wala akong pasok, tatawagan ko s'ya." Nag-aral mabuti si Minerva para hindi mapanghal sa paghihintay nya upang magkita sila ni Aljon. Natuto syang mag-ayos sa sarili para maganda sya sa kanilang muling pagkikita. Laging nakapayong para hindi umitim at gaya nga nang sabi ng iba, ang tubig Maynila ay nakapuputi raw.
"Hah, kaybilis ng araw bakasyon na pala", kinabukasan naghanap s'ya ng telepono sa malapit na tindahan. Excited na nga s’ya. Wala namang telepono sa tinitirahang tiyahin at hindi pa masyadong uso noon ang cell phone.
"Hello, good morning. May I speak with Mr. Aljon Martinez please?", ang sabi n'ya sa nakasagot. "Yes, good morning Ma'am. May I know who's on the line please?" tanong sa kanya. "This is Minerva", sagot n'ya. "Kindly hold on for a while." Sabi ng kausap, "Ok thanks" ang maikli namang sagot ni Minerva.
Maya-maya nga, "hello Minerva, how are you?" Ang di makapaniwalang tinig sa kabilang kawad. Halos lumundag sa tuwa si Minerva pagkarinig ng boses ni Aljon. Di nakasagot agad, inulit ni Aljon ang tanong. "Minerva are you still there?" tanong ni Aljon. "Hello Aljon , ah yes , still here, how are you doing?" Pagkatapos magkumustahan ay hiningi ni Aljon ang address ni Minerva at nangakong dadaanan sa hapon.
Alas tres palang naghahanda na si Minerva. "Ang ganda ko naman, hayy siguro naman magugulat si Aljon. Mas gumanda yata ako ngayon at mas maputi." Pagyayabang sa sarili habang umikot-ikot sa salamin. "Hoy baka mabasag yan." Birong pang-aasar ng tiyahin. "Saan ang lakad?" Sagot nya. "Secret". Di na rin kumibo ang tyahin dahil may tiwala naman sa kanya.
Bago mag ika-6 ng hapon ay dumating si Aljon. "Tita si Aljon po, alis po muna kami, punta lang po sa mall". ang paalam n'ya sa tiyahin na agad namang tumango. "Kain muna tayo, pagkatapos pasyal ng unti" Pahayag ni Aljon. Nang makakain ay dinala s'ya nito sa Luneta at dito sila naglakad-lakad. "Mukha yatang gumanda tayo ng bahagya ", pabirong komento ni Aljon. "Bahagya? Malaki kaya." Ang may pagmamalaking sagot n’ya habang nakangiti..
Ang dami nilang napag-usapan at natuwa si Aljon dahil nangako si Minerva na magtatapos ng pag-aaral. "Huling taon na ito ni Ate kaya pwede na akong tustusan ulit nina tatay sa sunod na sem." Pahayag n'ya kaya Aljon.
Nang magkahiwalay sila ay masayang-masaya si Minerva at puno ng pag-asa. "Sa Sabado, wala akong pasok, daanan kita bago magtanghalian ha, may pupuntahan tayo", sabi ni Aljon sa kanya. "Hay naku, mahirap maghintay ng isang linggo, ang tagal." Sa isip n’ya. Nilibang na lang n'ya ang sarili sa mga asignatura na binigay ng mga prof n'ya para magawa ngayong Christmas vacation.
At muling dumating ang araw na magkikita sila ni Aljon mas inagahan pa nga n'ya ang paghahanda sa sarili. "Kailangang mas magagandahan ka pa ng todo sa akin" anas nito sa sarili. Magsisimba tayo sa Baclaran church" sabi sa kanya ni Aljon. "Sigi gusto ko yon", sagot ni Minerva. Pagkatapos magsimba ay niyaya s'ya ni Aljon na tumambay sa cultural center. May baon pa silang softdrinks at chitchiria. Ang saya-saya nila pareho lalo na si Minerva.
Walang ginawa kundi magkumusthan, magkulitan at magtawanan. "sandali lang ha, hanap lang ako ng maiihian. Nahihiya man ngunit prangkang paalam ni Aljon. Naiwan sa sasakyang mag-isa si Minerva. Maya-maya'y napansin n'ya ang checkbook ni Aljon. Agad may pumasok na ideya sa kanyang utak.
"Pagkakataon ko na ito" dinampot n'ya ang checkbook. Pero ang katawan nya ay di gumagalaw para di mahalata ni Aljon na habang naglalakad ay lilingon-lingon sa kanya. Nanlaki ang mga mata ni Minerva pagkakita sa driver's license na nakaipit don sa checkbook. “Ahhh, moment of truth”. Sabi nyang mahina. “Bad or good kailangang masagot ang mga katanungan sa isip ko. Karapatan ko ito”
"Jackpot!” Ngatal si Minerva pero kailangang malaman n'ya ang matagal ng bumabagabag sa kalooban. Nanginginig man ang mga kamay ay binuklat n'yang dali-dali ang lisensya habang may oras pa at pagkakataon. “Oh my God!", Nanlaki ang kanyang mga mata. "M ang status, tama ba 'tong nakikita ko!” Parang bombang sumabog sa utak ni Minerva ang nabasa. Ngunit pinigilan n’yang maiyak. “Wala akong karapatan”, aniya. At muling tiningnan ang lisensya. Ang address, 2525 Maligaya St., madali lang imemorize.”
Ibinalik kaagad ni Minerva sa dati ang pinakialaman n’yang gamit para di mahalata ni Aljon. Kinalma ang sarili at bahagyang inayos ang pagkakaupo. Natanaw n’yang pabalik na ito at sumasagsag. “Siguro nag-aalala rin na baka pakialaman ko ang gamit n’ya.” Sa isip ni minerva.
"Oh andyan ka na pala", uwi na tayo medyo sumama ang pakiramdam ko, lalagnatin pa ata ako." Ang pagsisinungaling n'ya. Ah ganun ba, eh di sigi kung yan ang gusto mo. Ihahatid na kita. Pagdating mo magpahinga ka agad ha tsaka uminom ka ng gamot, ang nag-aalalang sabi ni Aljon.
“T’yang ‘mamayang gabi, wag nyo na akong hintayin sa hapunan. Masama po kasi ang pakiramdam ko. Matutulog na lang po muna ako.” dumeretso sa kwarto si Minerva at doon ibinuhos lahat ng sama ng loob. Pakiramdam n’ya ay gumuho ang kanyang daigdig at s’ya ay nadaganan at nagkawasak-wasak. Impit ang pag-iyak at baka maulinigan ng tyahin.
“I was betrayed!” sabi n’ya sa sarili. At di s’ya lumabas ng kwarto mula dumating. Ayaw n’yang makipag-usap kahit kanino. Gusto n’yang magpag-isa at solohin kung ano man ang nararamdaman n’ya ngayon. Gusto n’yang planuhin kung ano ang sunod nyang gagawin sa nalaman.
Kinalunesan ay isinagawa n'ya ang ala imbestigador na pagsisiyasat. Pinuntahan n'ya ang address na nakalagay sa Driver's license ni Aljon. May dala s'yang biodatang bakante. Matandang babae ang dinatnan n'ya. Pwede po kayong makausap, importante lang po?
Pinapunta po ako ng boss ko rito kasi po kailangan n'ya ang biodata ni Mr Aljon Martinez. S'ya po kasi ang kinuhang auditor ng opisina namin eh. Bale part time lang po sya sa amin. Nasa trabaho po ata si Mr Martinez ngayon" Tumango ang matandang babae. "Baka po pwedeng kayo na lang ang sumagot sa mga katanungan dito. Kaunti lang naman po eh." anya nito sa matanda.
Napatingin ang matanda sa kanya at ngumiti. "Nagandahan siguro sa akin kaya nagtiwala agad." Yabang ko sa sarili. "Kayo po ang Nanay ni Sir?" Tanong n'ya. "Byanan n'ya ako." ang sagot ng kauasap. "Saan naman po si Mrs.Martinez, nasa trabaho din po ba? Pwede pong malaman kung saan s'ya connected.? Ilan po ang mga nak nila?"
Nang makuha ang lahat ng impormasyong gustong makuha ay agad ng nagpasalamat si Minerva. Takot baka biglang dumating ang mag-asawa. Mixed emotions, nabigla ngunit wala naman s'yang magagawa. "Kaya pala", ang nasasaktang bulong nito
Kay liwanag ng araw, pero para kay Minerva ay may unos na darating. Pakiramdam nya ay parang may humampas na matindi sa kanyang pagkatao. Para s'yang hinagupit ng bagyo at nagkalurayluray gaya ng mga bahay na nasalanta nong bagyong nakaraan. "Kaylupit ng kapalaran!” Naisip n'ya sa sarili.
Gusto nyang umiyak at maglupasay. Gusto nyang sumigaw at ilabas lahat ng hinanakit sa buhay. Ah, bakit ganito, ang sakit-sakit", habang sapo-sapo ang dibdib. Ngunit nasa kalsada s'ya at pauwi pa lang, dala-dala ang mahiwagang biodata.
Paimpit s'yang lumuha. At sino ang kanyang sisisihin kundi ang sarili. Bakit umibig s'ya sa taong di lubos na kilala? Bakit hinayaan n'yang mangyari ito sa kanya ay ang tali-talino n'ya. "Totoo nga, walang matalino at bobo sa pag-ibig." Gusto n'yang sisihin ang sarili bakit 'di nagkaroon nang lakas ng loob na tanungin si Aljon tungkol sa pagkatao nito. Puro pag-ibig ang ginawa n'yang batayan para kilalanin ang tao.
24 ng disyembre, dinaanan ulit s'ya ni Aljon bago magtanghalian. Habang kumakain ay pilit na kumilos ng natural si Minerva. "wala naman akong karapatang magalit. Di ko naman s'ya boyfriend.Di naman s'ya nanligaw sakin", aniya sa sarili. Nang makatapos kumain, si Minerva na ang humiling na bumalik sila sa cultural center at doon na lang magpahangin.
Medyo nanibagong kunti si Aljon sa kanya. "Tahimik ka ata ngayon? Common, what's bothering you?" tanong nito sa kanya. "Aljon ngayon lang ako magtatanong, but please be honest once and for all. May asawa ka ba? Iyong totoo." Nabigla pero sumagot s'ya. "Ah, oo pero matagal na kaming hiwalay, nasa America na s'ya." Ang pagsisinungaling pa nito. "Aljon, please lang, this could mean my life, just the truth, please...."
Hindi nakasagot si Aljon, tinitigan s'ya nito. "You went to my house? Ikaw 'yon?" Which she answered. "Yes, I did." And he kept silent for awhile. "Mahal kita noon pa man, takot akong mawala ka sa buhay ko." May pait na pag-amin ni Aljon. At bahagya syang inilapit sa katawan nito.
"Pilit kitang winawaksi sa isip ko, alam ng Diyos, but your thoughts kept hunting me, kaya gumawa pa rin ako ng kaunting paraan. Hoping na magkikita pa rin tayo, kaya nag-iwan ako ng calling card sa 'yo." Namumula na ang mga mata ni Aljon habang nagsasalita. "Wala akong balak lokohin ka. It's just that, you came into my life in the wrong place at the wrong time." Habang lumalagaslas ang luha sa kanyang mga mata.
"Pinigilan ko ang sarili ko na ibigin ka , na ligawan ka. Pero hindi ko maiwasan na ipadama sa iyo kung gaano ako kasaya na kasama kita. Forgive me, please forgive me for loving you, I don't want to mess up your life, I don't want to make your life miserable by having me in your life. Pero di ko kinaya" "Hindi kita niloko. At wala akong balak gawin sa 'yo 'yon. Inisip ko na magpa convert sa muslim para walang isasakripisyo. Gusto kitang pakasalan ng hindi ko maaabandona ang pamilya ko. Ngunit naunahan mo ako." "Patawad...."
At niyakap n'ya si Minerva habang s’ya’y umiiyak nang todo. Humagulhol nang humagulhol. "Ayokong mawala ka. Nang magkita tayo ulit, lalo kong nadama kung gaano ka kaimportante sa buhay ko. Para akong mamamatay sa pag-hintay sa araw na magkikita tayong muli. Para akong mamamatay pag inisip ko na mawawala ka sa akin". Ang mahinang sabi ni Aljon.
Damang dama ni Minerva ang hinanakit ni Aljon, kung bakit nagkakilala sila sa maling pagkakataon. At nag-iyakan na lang silang dalawa na magkayakap. Kung gaano katagal ay di na nila alam. "Hindi tayo itinakda, ’wag nating salungatin ang kagustuhan ng tadhana.” Paliwanag ni Minerva na ngayon ay nakabawi na. "Kung talagang tayo'y para sa isat isa, hayaan nating tadhana ang humatol. Hayaan nating tadhana ang gumawa ng paraan para sa atin."
Bago ako nakipagkita sa iyo ngayon nagdasal ako ng taimtim. Humingi ng gabay sa "Kanya". Sana, sana ay bigyan n'ya ako ng lakas ng loob at tamang kaisipan para mapaglabanan ang lahat ng hamong ito sa buhay ko. To fight against all odds.", dagdag pa n’ya. "Wag tayong padadala sa silakbo ng ating damdamin, marami ang masasaktan. Marami ang madadamay na inosente, hindi rin tayo magiging masaya. At ang higit sa lahat, magkakasala tayo sa D’yos." Umiiyak na sabi ni Minerva.
Aljon, wala akong pinagsisihan na minahal kita pagkat puso ko ang may kagagawan noon. Ngunit ang ipagpatuloy ito matapos malaman ang lahat sa 'yo, ano ang mukhang ihaharap ko sa D'yos, kahit hindi na sa tao?" Hindi na kumibo si Aljon hinayaan n’yang mailabas ni Minerva lahat ng hinanakit n’ya, sa ganoong paraan man lang ay maibsan ang sakit na nadarama nito na s’ya ang may dulot.
Nakikinig lang si Aljon habang tumutulo ang luha. Hinayaan n’yang magsalita si Minerva. Bawat salitang binibitawan ni Minerva ay balaraw na sumasaksak sa puso ni Aljon. Damang-dama n’ya ang sakit na nararamdaman ng babaeng kanyang minahal at handa sanang pag-alayan ng kanyang pagmamahal, no matter what it takes.
“Hayaan mong muli kong mabuo ang pagkatao ko.” Ang pakiusap ni Minerva. ‘Yong marerespeto ko ang sarili ko at maipagmamalaki. Iyong mabubuhay ako ng normal at walang pangingilagang kahit sino. Iyong makakabuo ako ng pamilyang tahimik at maigagalang ng tao. “Hindi ko kayang ipaglaban ang pag-ibig na galing sa pagkakasala. Hindi ko kayang mabuhay sa ginta ng pagtuligsa. Mas lalong hindi ko kayang labanan ang kagustuhan ng Lumikha. Hayaan mong gamitin ko ang talino ko sa tama”, ang pagsusumamo ni Minerva.
"Pasko na bukas. Gusto kong iregalo sa ‘yo ang kalayaan mo. Gusto kong iregalo ka sa pamilya mo.” Patuloy ni Minerva. “Kalimutan na natin ang isa't-isa, kahit masakit. Kahit mawasak ang puso ko. Kahit ikamamatay ko. Kahit paulit-ulit akong mamatay. Kahit paulit-ulit at paulit-ulit pang mamamatay!"

Weeween Reyes
posted: January 5, 2012

a morsel of my youth

A morsel of my Youth (Malayan Wave -- aaba bbcb ccdc dd of Jose Rizal M. Reyes) In a small town where I was born and grew had happy...