THE ADORER’S BLOGS (A Short Story, 5th of 7 Parts)

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My grandma looked at me, paused for a while then said, “Actually, during the last month of the program, he told me about someone serving as his inspiration, a very young woman. Then later on he admitted having fallen in love with her. But no matter how pushy was I in asking him when we talk or exchange text messages to divulge her identity, he would not.”

“I could sense excitement in the manner that grandma was reliving the past. Then she continued, “During our last session for the program, he asked if we could talk that weekend in a quiet place, just the two of us. I acceded for a gentleman like him I know could be trusted. We had a picnic in a park in the outskirts of the next town. He was undeniably happy, I have never seen him so happy. I have never seen him smile genuinely and never heard him laugh so vigorously. Before, he may smile but his eyes would always radiate sadness.”

“We  talked about a lot of things but intentionally avoided touching on serious matters. He informed me though that he resigned from the university where he was teaching and after two months he would be leaving for the Middle East where he accepted an invitation to head the English Department of a university there.

Honestly, I became sad and momentarily speechless upon hearing that, I didn’t understand why. But I didn’t like him to notice it. I wanted to tell him not to leave the country but I chose not to. I really did not like him to leave. I don’t know why. We spent almost the whole day in that park.”

Then I asked grandma how his adorer told him about his feelings.

“He did not tell me anything about that young woman with who he fell in love with and draw so much inspiration from. Before we parted ways that day though, he gave me the note that I have shown you once before. He requested that I open it when I get home. Which I did.”

“Ahh, I remember that card grandma,” I said “But you did not allow me to read the short message it contains. Will you allow me to read the note now? Please…”

Miraculously, grandma nodded and gave me the note which she was just hiding in her purse.

“I know you will come looking for this note when I told you about this. So, I made sure you will find it,” my grandma said with a taunting smile.

Finally I got to see it. The note reads, “Falling in love with you was the most wonderful thing that happened in my life. I only regret that it is a love that was never meant to be.  Leaving was painful but it is the best thing that I must do. Never have I asked anything from you in return except this one… please read my blogs  from time to time.”

As planned, grandma’s adorer left for the Middle East after two months. But amazingly, he continued to write blog entries for her…

———-

I was so happy on the eve of my departure because you allowed me to call you. We chatted for almost a couple of hours. Then playfully that I asked, “ Why were you born too late?”… and you answered, “And why were you born too soon?” We laughed at those  oft-repeated lines  in a movie.

Then I asked how did you  feel when you  learned that that young woman to who I fell crazily in love with was you. You said, you didn’t know what to feel, you didn’t even know what to say at that moment. Upon hearing that I wanted to think you are naïve, but who am I to judge you. Perhaps I was the one so naïve, putting an  emotional burden on someone so young like you. I didn’t bother to push you further. Later you said  you were so surprised that a person of my stature would be blinded by someone just like you,  that you wanted to think that it was just one of those jokes I wanted to play on you. I offered no explanation for that occurrence in my life – falling in love with you –  was something I could not explain also, it just came spontaneously. JOKE? It could be,  but it is a joke that I did not play on you, but a joke that fate played on me.

Before my plane flew, I sent you several  text messages. Unabashedly, I told you how much I love you. And of course you know what you said in return.

———-

“Grandma, what did you tell him in response? He did not elaborate.”

I admitted that he has become a part of my life, very much a part of my life. I told him that how I wished I could love him in return.”

My grandma momentarily stopped. “Hey grandma, what?  What did you tell your adorer?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

About HARDPEN

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 21, 2013, in Creative Writing, Literature, Short Story, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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