THE ADORER’S BLOGS (A Short Story-2nd of 7 Parts)


When finally nothing stood between me and the fulfillment of my grandma’s promise,  excitedly that I searched for her. Grandma was nowhere to be found, not in the garden, nor in the living room. I suspected she could be in her bedroom dozing off already for indeed it was a tiring birthday celebration she have had.

The door in her bedroom was ajar, slowly that I pushed it open. I was right, she was there and from the looks of it she was already asleep. I waited for this moment for so long and yet grandma just slept on me and forgot about her promise. I felt disappointment slowly creeping in but I know our grand old lady needed that rest.

After a few seconds I decided to just leave and no longer disturb my grandmother.

“Hey, don’t tell me you’re no longer interested to know my secret. Get back in here, my laptop’s open, it’s here beside me. I have already opened his blog.”  That was grandma just before I closed the door.

Excitement readily dislodged the disappointment  I was beginning to feel earlier. Finally, the moment had come – the moment when my thirst in knowing more, if not everything, about my grandma’s mysterious adorer would be quenched.

I jumped into my grandma’s bed and started to manipulate her laptop. Attached to her laptop was an old but reliable  wireless broadband gadget. She requested additional pillows on her head and back so she could also see what I was doing.

The man’s blog was so old-fashioned, as old-fashioned as the birthday card given to me by that old man earlier. There were no video and audio appendages that characterized the blogs of the 2050’s. It only looked like a plain on-line diary encoded in a colorfully-designed template.

It was the man’s profile I paid attention to first. To my dismay, his real name was not indicated, what was there was just PEEKER, obviously a pseudonym. There was limited information as well –  no age, no address… only his profession – educator-writer.

“Grandma, what’s his name?” I asked casually.

“Secret!” She naughtily retorted. Insisting was pointless because I have tried asking the same thing before but grandma would not divulge his name.

“Okay, just tell me where is he now.”

“How I wished I have known.” I paused when I heard that from grandma, there was sadness in her tone. It was a little intriguing. But I was happy with her response because somehow, she started to open up about her adorer and unwittingly provided me with the slightest of inkling of how she felt for him.

When I was done with the profile, I started to open the blog entries. I was surprised with the sheer volume of entries in Peeker’s blog. He practically wrote an average of five entries every month from the year 2009 to 2041. However he stopped blogging in the past 10 years. Coincidentally, those were the years that my grandpa suffered from cancer until he succumbed to the illness 5 years ago.

What’s more striking was that he blogged exclusively for a woman he fondly calls Charming.

“Yes, that’s the name he christened me with – Charming.” That was grandma’s response when I inquired about the name. Then I scrolled back to the entries in 2009, my grandma then was just in  college. Then I began reading…

The blog entries, with each one always beginning  with the salutation “To my Ever Dearest Charming,” were very long. Obviously, Peeker is a prolific writer – never lost for words. Through the very first blog he published for grandma in May, 2009 I learned that he was a professor in a reputable university invited to conduct a one-day leadership seminar in the college where grandma was studying.

In one of the blogs  Peeker wrote…


“You gatecrashed into my life when you attended the seminar which I conducted in your school. Of the many participants who came you easily caught my attention. Not only because you are pretty with so smooth a skin but there was something very special about you. Your eyes radiate some kind of a magic that whoever dare to look would definitely be spellbound. I dared and got myself charmed and bewitched. Our eyes met, you smiled and that very moment there was something I felt.  I could not understand if the appropriate words for that feeling was love at first sight. I was uncertain, I felt I was too old for such stuffs. What was definite was that the feeling was something special, something so disturbing – so special and disturbing that that very night I would keep thinking about you until I decided to open my website and put you and this experience in my blog. I thought that when the new day dawns, this unusual occurrence in my life would be gone. Anyway, that would be the first and last time that I would see you. Soon, you’ll be forgotten.”


“Grandma, did you ever see him again after the seminar?” I inquired.

Grandma responded in the affirmative, “He was hired by the college as facilitator of the 3-month English proficiency program for selected students. And whether both of us liked it or not, destiny designed that we would be seeing each other again.”



Teacher-Writer Hardpen is my nom de plume. My real name is Massuline Antonio Dupaya Ligaya. Many times I was asked the question, "Why do you write?" I don't write for rewards nor adulation. When I write poems, stories or essays, seeing them completed gives me immense joy and satisfaction. The happiness and sense of fulfillment I feel when completing my works are my rewards. When I teach, I don't work but I play. The classroom is my playground, the students are my playmates, and the subject is our toy. Proud to be me! Proud to be a FILIPINO! TO GOD BE THE GLORY!

Posted on October 14, 2013, in Creative Writing, Literature, Poetry, Short Story. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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