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ANG KAPALIT NG LIHIM – Part 3
(Maikling Kuwento)
“Teka, teka misis. Hinahon lang po nang kaunti. Nandito tayo para pag-usapan ito nang maayos.” “Paano kami hihinahon kapitan eh kapag hindi nila inilabas ang relong iyon ay kami ang malilintikan kay mayora. Nakakahiya kami.”
“Naiintindihan ko, Sir Nestor, kaya lang hindi natin mareresolba ito kung magsisigawan at mag-aaway kayo dito. Pakiusap, igalang n’yo ang opisina ko.”
Hinila ng nanay si Junior. Hinawakan sa magkabilaang balikat. “Bunso, please lang, sabihin mo na kung ano ang napulot mo.”
Umiling-iling si Junior. “Hi…hindi k…ko sa…sabihin…se…secret.” “Ang galing! Parang scripted ah,” ang patutyada ni Aling Cora.
“Anak, please. Good boy ka ‘di ba? Ano ang napulot mo? Nasaan iyon? Nakita kong medyo humihigpit ang pisil ng nanay sa mga balikat ni Junior. Kinabahan ako sa susunod na mangyayari.
“A..aray… na…nanay. Ma…masakit…
“Junior!!! Parang awa mo na, anak, sabihin mo na.” Se…secret na..namin n..ni Gir…Girlie i…iyon.
“Aba, at pati nananahimik kong anak eh idinadamay ng abnormal na ‘yan!” Binitawan ng nanay si Junior. Lumapit kay aling Cora. Sinampal niya ito.
“Sobra ka na!!! Matagal na akong nagtitimpi sa lahat ng ginagawa mong panglalait sa akin at sa pamilya ko.”
Mabilis ang pangyayari. Napasalampak si Aling Cora sa sahig sa sobrang lakas ng pagkakasampal ng nanay. Mabilis na pumagitna sina kapitan at mga tanod. Akmang susugurin pa ng nanay si Aling Cora, ngunit naitulak itong palayo ni Mang Nestor. Parang nagdilim ang paningin ko. Hinawakan ko ang isang monoblock. Talagang ihahampas ko na ito kay Mang Nestor ngunit inilabas niya ang kanyang baril mula sa clutch bag at itinutok sa akin.
“Sige!!! Sige!!! Subukan mo nang malintikan ka na.” Nakita ni Junior ang hawak na baril ni Mang Nestor. “Ba…baril…ba…baril…ba…ril!!!”
Kitang-kita kong takot na takot si Junior. Tumakbong palabas ng barangay hall. Mabilis.
Hinabol ko s’ya. Patawid siya sa kalsada.
“Junior, Junior. Wala na ang baril. Huwag ka nang tumakbo. Juniorrrr! Junniiioorrr!
Huli na ako.
Nabundol ng paparating na kotse si Junior. Kitang-kita kong tumilapon siya at pagkatapos ay bumagsak sa mismong harapan ko. Duguan si Junior. Nagkikikisay.
Natulala ako. Hindi ako kaagad nakakakilos. Maya-maya pa’y dumating si Nanay at si Jeng. “Anak ko, JUNNIOOORR. Diyos ko po! JUNNIORRRRR!” Diyos ko po! Tulungan n’yo
kami. Parang awa n’yo na!!!!
Pinangko ng nanay si Junior. Hysterical na silang pareho ni Jeng. Nandoon na rin sina Kapitan, Aling Cora at Mang Nestor. Walang makapagsalita. Lahat ay nabigla.
Bumaba ang driver ng kotse. Si mang Caloy, kasama si Girlie. Kotse nina Aling Cora ang nakabundol sa kapatid ko.
“Best friend, best friend…huhuhu. Salbahe ka mang Caloy. Bakit binundol mo ang best friend ko?” Duguan man, niyakap ni Girlie si Junior na pangko ng nanay. Hindi nakuhang pigilan ni Aling Cora ang kanyang anak.
“Hindi ko sinasadya. Bigla na lang siyang tumawid. Dalhin natin sa hospital ang kapatid mo, dali.”
Nagmulat ng mata si Junior. Buhay s’ya. Si Girlie ang unang napansin nito. “Gi…Girlie…Se…secret na…natin. Hi…hindi k…ko si…sinabi.”
“Anak, Junior! Buhay ang anak ko! Tumawag ka ng tricycle, Sean. Dali. Dalhin natin sa hospital si Junior.”
“Nanay, dadalhin daw ni Mang Caloy si Junior sa hospital.”
“Sige na, Tessie. Sumakay na kayo sa kotse namin,” ang alok ni Mang Nestor.
“Hindi namin kailangan ng tulong n’yo! Ano ba Sean!!! Tumawag ka, kako ng tricycle!!!” “H’wag na Sean. Heto na ang patrol ng barangay. Sumakay na kayo. Dalian n’yo,” wika ni kapitan.
Ang nanay na ang bumuhat kay Junior papasok sa patrol ng barangay.
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Habang tumatakbo ang patrol papuntang hospital, ay iyak nang iyak sina Nanay at Jeng.
Maraming lumalabas na dugo mula sa mga sugat ni Junior. “Na…nanay…love mo a…ako?”
“Oo anak. Mahal na mahal kita. Mahal ka ng kuya at ate mo.”
Matapos sabihin ng nanay ‘yon ay ipinikit ni Junior ang mga mata niya.
Hindi na umabot nang buhay sa ospital si Junior. Matindi ang head injuries na natamo nito.
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Bago sumapit ang gabi’y naibalik na sa bahay ang bangkay ni Junior. Nakalagay na ito sa ataol. Sa tulong ni kapitan at ng mga kamag-anak at mga kaibigan namin ay naiayos na sa aming bakuran ang mga tolda na s’yang sisilungan ng mga makikiramay. Pinahiram kami ni kapitan ng mga lamesa at mga upuan.
Nakatayo sina Nanay at Jeng sa tabi ng ataol ni Junior. Pinagmamasdan nila ang namayapa kong kapatid. Hindi na sila umiiyak. Naubos na marahil ang luha o kaya’y natanggap na nila ang naging kapalaran ng bunso namin.
Isa-isang nagdadatingan ang aming mga kamag-anak, mga kaklase namin ni Jeng, at mga kasamahan ni Nanay sa palengke.
Maya-maya pa’y dumating din sina Mang Nestor at Aling Cora. Natuon sa kanila ang atensyon ng mga nakikaramay na malamang ay nabalitaan na kung ano ang nangyari. Pakiwari ko’y nag-aabang sila kung ano ang mangyari sa pagdating ng mag-asawa.
“Anong ginagawa n’yo dito ha!” ang pasigaw na salubong sa kanila ni Jeng.
“Anak, kumalma ka lang.”
“Kayo ang pumatay sa kapatid ko!!!”
“Sabing tumahimki ka Jeng! Ano ba!!!” ang sigaw ng nanay.
“Tessie, nakikiramay kami.” Iniabot ni Mang Nestor sa nanay ang kanyang kamay. “Salamat!” ang malamig na tugon ng nanay. Hindi nito inabot ang kamay ni Mang Nestor. “Ah, Tessie, puwede ba kitang makausap sandali sa labas.”
“Kung kakakausapin mo ako upang piliting paaminin kung nasaan ang lintek na iPhone na ‘yan ay huwag na. Sobra ngang mahal ng cellphone na ‘yon. Ang buhay ng bunso ko ang naging kapalit. Siguro naman ay sapat ng kabayaran ang pagkamatay ng anak ko sa inaalala ninyong kahihiyang tatanggapin n’yo kapag hindi n’yo nahanap ang cellphone ni mayora.”
Halatang nagtitimpi ang nanay. Kita kong umaagos ang luha sa pisngi niya. Kung ako ang nasa kalagayan niya ay baka masaktan ko’t palayasin ang mag-asawa.
“Tessie, hindi kita pipigain tungkol doon. Sa katunayan, gusto kong magpaliwanag at humingi ng tawad.”
“Oh, si Ma’am Cora ang magpapaliwanag sa isang walang pinag-aralang katulad ko. Baka naman masayang lang ang panahon mo sa akin. Sino ba naman ako para pagpaliwanagan mo pa.”
“Please, lang Tessie. Pagbigyan mo naman ako.”
“Kita mo nga naman, ang isang Ma’am Cora pala’y marunong ding magsalita ng please. O, sige puwede tayong mag-usap, pero gusto ko dito tayo sa harap ni Junior, ni Jeng, at ni Sean. Gusto kong marinig ng mga anak ko ang ano man ang sasabihin mo sa akin.”
“Salamat, Tessie. Ah…kinausap ko kanina si Girlie kung ano ang secret nila ni Junior. Totoo nga, may napulot ang anak mo sa bakuran namin. Pero hindi iyong cellphone. Iyong nalaglag kong isang kahong Choc Nut ang napulot niya.”
Nagulat kaming lahat nang narinig namin ang sinabi ni Aling Cora. “CHOC NUT! HINDI IPHONE!” ang sigaw ng nanay.
“Oo, Tessie. Sorry. Ibinigay daw ni Junior kay Girlie iyong Choc Nut na napulot niya nang maglaro sila kahapon. Kaya sinabi ni Girlie kay Junior na secret dahil nga pinagbawalan kong kumain ng chocolates ang anak ko dahil overweight na siya. Nangako daw sa kanya si Junior na hindi sasabihin kahit kanino ang tungkol sa Choc Nut.”
Napasalampak sa upuan si Nanay. Impit ang pag-iyak. “Diyos ko, nang dahil sa Choc Nut nawala si Junior ko.”
Tahimik lamang kami ni Jeng. Hinagod-hagod niya ang likuran ng nanay. Ang hirap tanggapin ng mga pangyayari.
“Patawarin n’yo kami, Tessie, Jeng, Sean…” ang samo ni Mang Nestor.
“Ganun na lang ba ‘yon, Sir Nestor? Sa lahat ng nangyari, gusto n’yong patawarin namin kayo. Ganun ba kasimple iyon? Ang kapal ng mga pagmumukha n’yo!!! Matapos n’yo kaming insultuhin, pagbintangan. Matapos na mabunggo ng driver n’yo si Junior dahil natakot sa baril mo…matapos mamatay ang kapatid ko eh hihingin n’yo ang patawad namin,” ang gigil na gigil na sabi ni Jeng.
“Alam kong mahirap sa ngayon na hingin ang patawad ninyo. Pero sana in due time ay mapatawad n’yo kami. Sasagutin naming lahat ang gastusin sa pagpapalibing kay Junior. Pati pag-aaral n’yo ni Sean ay kami na ang bahala.”
“Ano ‘yan, Mang Nestor? Suhol? Sinusuhulan n’yo kami!!! Hindi maibabalik ng kahit ilang milyong meron kayo ang buhay ng anak ko. Hindi mabubura ng kahit magkano ang lahat ng mga pang-iinsultong ginawa ng asawa mo sa akin at sa mga anak ko mula pa noon. Isaksak mo sa baga mo ang pera mong alam naman nating lahat kung saan nanggagaling. Hindi namin kailangan ang tulong n’yo. Kahit isang kusing ay wala kaming tatanggapin mula sa inyo.”
Natahimik ang lahat. Natitiyak kong dinig hanggang sa labas ang sinabi ng nanay.
Hindi na kumibo at nagsalita pa sina Mang Nestor at Aling Cora.
Lumabas ng bakuran namin si Mang Nestor. Nakayuko. Marahil ay hindi nakayanan ang mga mapang-usig na titig ng mga taong nandoon.
Nanatili sa harapan ng kabaong ni Junior si Aling Cora. Nakayuko.
Mula sa tarangkahan ng bahay namin ay nakita kong paparating si Kapitan, kasama si mayora. Sinalubong ni Nanay ang mga paparating.
Tila biglang nabuhayan ng dugo si Aling Cora. Halos makipagunahan sa pagsalubong kina kapitan at mayora
“Magangdang gabi aling Tessie. Condolences ha. Aba’y ngayon ko lang nalaman na namatay pala ang bunso mo. Ipapadala ko na lang mamaya sa driver namin ang mga bulaklak ha. O heto, pagdamutan mo ang kaunting tulong namin.” Isinilid ni mayora sa bulsa ng pantalon ni
nanay ang isang kumpol ng pera. “Papunta kasi ako kina Cora, eh sabi ng mga katulong niya na nandito nga daw sila’t maglalamay nga.”
“Maraming salamat po, mayora.” Ang wika ni Nanay.
“Ano bang nangyari sa anak mo? May sakit ba? Kakarating ko lang kasi. Galing ako ng airport at dumiretso na ako kina Cora. Nagulat na lang ako na may lamay pala dito.”
Bago pa man makasagot si Nanay ay may mga taong lumapit kay Mayora upang batiin siya.
“Maupo po muna kayo mayora. Jeng, anak, ikuha mo ng kape si mayora at si kapitan.”
Marahil ay minabuti ng nanay na huwag na lamang sagutin ang tanong ni mayora. Tingin ko naman ay malalaman at malalaman din nito kalaunan kung ano ang nangyari.
“Ay salamat, Tessie. O Cora. Nasaan ang ipinatago kong iPhone sa iyo.”
Nakita kong namutlang bigla si Aling Cora nang mabanggit ni mayora ang cellphone. Dali-dali itong naupo sa tabi ni mayora.
“Naku mayora, ganito po kasi…”
Hindi pa man natatapos ni Aling Cora ang sinasabi’y humahangos na dumating ang isang katulong nila.
“Ma’am Cora, heto na po ang cellphone. Nakita ko po na nasingit sa gilid ng upuan n’yo sa kwarto.”
Napatayo si Aling Cora. Tuwang-tuwa. Halos magtatalon. Nakalimutan yatang nasa lamay s’ya.
“Ha, hay salamat, Manang. Inihagis ko nga pala doon kahapon ang bag ko bago ako pumasok sa CR. Doon pala nalaglag. Sige na, Manang, balik ka na sa bahay.”
Nang makaalis ang katulong nila’y saka pa lamang napansin ni Aling Cora na lahat kami’y nakatingin sa kanya at sa hawak n’yang iPhone. Ang cellphone na naging sanhi ng matinding pangiinsulto sa pamilya ko. Ang cellphone na naging mitsa ng buhay ng kapatid kong si Junior. Ang cellphone pala’y nasa bahay lamang nila. Abswelto na sina Aling Cora at Mang Nestor sa problema nila at ang kapatid ko nama’y tahimik nang nakahimlay sa kanyang ataol.
Nang napatingin sa akin si Aling Cora, napailing na lamang ako. “Ahh…mayora. Heto na po ang iPhone n’yo.”
“So, namisplace mo ang cellphone na ito ha, Cora?”
“Yes, ma’am, mabuti na lang po at nahanap ng katulong ko.”
At dinig na dinig ko ang halos pabulong na sinabi ni mayora ka Aling Cora, “Hay naku, kung nawala mo man ito ay okay lang. Ano ka ba! Hindi ito orig. Isang libo lang ang bili ko nito sa suki kong Muslim. Akala ko naman marunong kang kumilatis ng mga ganito. Si mayor hindi. Hoy, ’wag mong sasabihin sa kanya ito ha. Se…se…secret natin ito. Wa… walang clue.”
ANG KAPALIT NG LIHIM – Part 2
(Maikling Kuwento)
Bago kami nagsimulang kumain ay lumapit sa akin si Junior. Kalmado na s’ya. Niyakap niya ako’t sinabing, “So..sssorri ku…kuya ha. Gu…good boy na ako…pa…promise.”
Nilapitan din ni Junior ang nanay at nag-sorry.
“Gu…good boy na ako na..nanay! L…love m…mo n…na u…ulit a…ako?”
Tumango lamang ang nanay. Buong higpit na niyakap si Junior at hinalikan sa pisngi. Nakita kong nangilid ang luha niya. Nakaramdam ako ng awa sa aming ina. Hindi ko siya puwedeng husgahan sa biglaang pag-init ng ulo niya nang komprontahin ang bunso namin kanina. Paminsan-minsan na ang tao’y panandaliang nawawala sa katwiran dala ng pagod, inis o galit. Pressured lang din siguro ang nanay dahil nga nililigalig nanaman kami ni Aling Cora.
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Nadatnan na namin sa barangay hall sina Aling Cora at ang asawa niyang pulis na si Mang Nestor. Na-late kami dahil pinilit pa naming kumbinsihin si Junior na sumama sa amin. Ayaw nitong lumabas ng bahay dahil madalas lamang siyang tuksuhin ng mga bata sa lugar namin. Tanging kay Girlie lamang siya nakaramdam ng pagtanggap mula sa isang kababata.
“Nakakahiya naman sa inyo, pa-VIP ba? Aba’y halos kalahating oras na kaming naghihintay dito ah,” bungad sa amin ni Aling Cora.
Yumuko lamang ang nanay. Ako ang sumagot.
“Pasensya na po, ma’am, ayaw kasing sumama kanina si Junior, hinintay pa naming mawala ang tantrums niya.”
“Ay! Ganun? May tantrums. OMG!!! Ang pangtutuya ni Aling Cora.
“Ay s’ya, simulan na natin ang pag-uusap para maaga tayong makatapos,” ang mungkahi ni Mr. De Villa, ang aming punong barangay. “Magsiupo kayong lahat.”
Nagsi-upo nga kami. Si Junior ay kumandong kay Nanay. Tumabi sa kanila si Jeng at ako nama’y tumayo na lamang sa kanilang likuran. Pinagmasdan ko sina Aling Cora at Mang Nestor na nakaupo sa katapat namin. Namumutiktik sa alahas ang mag-asawa at sa magkabilang kamay nila’y puro smartphones ang hawak. May nakasingit na clutch bag sa kili-kili ni Mang Nestor. T’yak kong baril ‘yun.
Pumwesto na rin si kapitan sa lamesa niya. Katabi niya ang secretary ng barangay na may hawak na logbook. May dalawang tanod sa bandang likuran nila at isa sa may pintuan.
“Eh, Kapitan, ano po ba ang dahilan kung bakit ipinatawag n’yo kami? Ano po ba ang problema kay Junior?” ang tanong ni Nanay.
“Ganun! Nagmamaang-maangan ka! As in hindi mo talaga alam kung ano ang ginawa ng anak mo,” ang pasarkastikong sabi ni Aling Cora.
“Eh, hindi nga talaga namin alam, eh. Sa palagay mo, magtatanong ba ang nanay kung alam na niya ang dahilan?”
Nabigla ako sa sagot ni Jeng. Natingin sa kanya ang lahat ng taong nasa loob ng opisina ni kapitan. Parang ready for war ang kapatid ko.
“Jeng, cool ka lang ha!!!” ang bulong ko sa kanya.
“Hindi, kuya. Hindi ako papayag na babastusin ng gagang ‘yan si Nanay,” ang pabulong ding tugon ng kapatid ko.
“O sige, straight to the point na ako, Aling Tessie,” ang deklarasyon ng punong barangay namin. “Nawawala ang bagong cellphone ni Ma’am Cora. At may nakakita na pinulot ito ni Junior.”
“Bago ang cellphone. Nakalagay pa sa box. Nalaglag siguro ito ni misis nang bumaba ng kotse namin pag-uwi niya sa bahay kahapon,” ang dagdag ni Mang Nestor.
“Kapitan, tiningnan ko pa ito bago ako bumaba ng kotse. Akala ko siguro ay naibalik ko nang maayos sa aking bag. Ramdam kong may ilang bagay akong nalaglag. Hindi ko na pinansin kasi nagmadali akong pumasok. Ihing-ihi na kasi ako at that time. Nadaanan kong nasa sakop ng bakuran namin ‘yang si Junior.”
“Ah, mawalang-galang na po, Ma’am Cora,” ang sabi ko. “Sino po ba ang nakakita na pinulot ni Junior ang nawawala ninyong relo?”
“Si Josie!!! Maghintay ka lang at paparating na iyon. Akala mo ba nag-iimbento lang ako ng kuwento, ha, Sean?”
“Hindi po, ma’am, nagtatanong lang po ako.”
“Eh sana nga hindi ka lang nag-iimbento, Aling Cora.” ang buwelta sa kanya ni Jeng. “Binabastos mo ba ako, ha Jeng?” Tumayo si Aling Cora at balak niyang lapitan ang kapatid ko.
Pinigilan s’ya ni mang Nestor.
“Tumahimik ka ha! Kapag nagsalita ka pa ulit, eh papauwiin na kita,” ang pagbabanta ni Nanay kay Jeng.
“Bitter ka lang, Jeng, dahil ayaw namin sa iyo para kay Alfred. Bitter ka lang dahil hiniwalayan ka ng anak namin. Magaling ka kasing pumili ng BF. Siyempre, iyong gwapo na at marami pang laging allowance. O, di ba?”
Nanggigigil ang kapatid ko. Gustong-gustong niyang sumagot, pero pinisil ko ang braso niya upang pigilan ito.
“Kahit kailan ay hindi ka namin magugustuhan para kay Alfred. Tandaan mo ‘yan. Wala kang breeding.”
“Ba…bad ka, ba…bad ka…ba bad ka!” pasigaw na sabi ni Junior habang nakaturo kay Aling Cora. Sa ganun mang kalagayan ng kapatid ko ay ramdam niya na parang may masamang ginagawa sa amin si Aling Cora at gusto n’yang ipagtanggol ang mga mahal n’ya sa buhay.
“Ba…bad ka, ba..baadddd. Pa…pangit mo.!”
Napuwersa ang nanay na takpan ang bibig ni Junior. Kinagat ng kapatid ko ang kamay ni Nanay. Kitang-kita kong nasaktan ang aming ina ngunit hindi niya inalis ang kamay dahil agitated na ang kapatid ko. Magsisigaw siyang tiyak kapag nawala ang kamay sa bibig nito.
Umalalay ako sa nanay. Tinanggal ko ang kamay niya sa bibig ni Junior at ipinalit ko ang sa akin. Kinagat din ito ng kapatid ko. Gigili na gigil na siya. Ramdam ko ang diin ng ngipin nito sa aking palad. Tiniis ko ‘yon.
“Good boy ka, Junior, ‘di ba? Doon tayo sa likod ni Nanay. Kainin natin itong cupcake o.”
Pagkakita ng kapatid ko sa inilabas kong pagkain ay bumitaw ito sa pagkakakagat sa kamay ko at sumama papunta sa likod ng nanay. Habang kinakain niya ang cupcake, nakatingin ito kay Aling Cora. Matalim.
“Ano ba ito? Freak show!” ang patudyada ni Aling Cora.
“Tumigil ka na, Cora! Nakakahiya kay Kapitan, ano ba!” Hinila paupo ni Mang Nestor si Aling Cora pagkasabi n’yon.
“Pasensya na po kayo, Ma’am Cora… Sir Nestor sa mga anak ko,” wika ni Nanay.
“Nanay, wala kang dapat ihingi ng pasen…” hindi natapos ni Jeng ang sasabihin, marahang tinampal ni Nanay ang kanyang bibig.
“Sinabi nang manahimik ka lang! Gusto mo bang mapauwi, ha? Hindi na umimik si Jeng. Yumuko na lamang ito.
Nakakita ako ng pagkakataon upang magtanong kay Junior.
“Ahh Junior. Masarap ba cupcake?” “Sa…sarap ku…kuya. Sa…sarap!”
“Mamaya, bili ulit tayo ha.”
“Si…sige ku…kuya…Bi…bili m…mo a…ako u…ulit ha.” “Promise! Pero sagutin mo muna ang tanong ko.”
Tumango si Junior.
“May napulot ka ba kahapon sa bakuran nila, Ma’am Cora?” Tumango ulit si Junior.
“O kitam kapitan. May napulot daw s’ya. Ilabas n’yo na,” ang bulalas ni Aling Cora.
“Teka po, misis, hayaan n’yo munang tapusin ni Sean ang pagtatanong sa kapatid n’ya,” ang sagot ni Mr. De Villa.
“Bunso, ano naman ang napulot mo?” ang pagpapatuloy ko sa pagtatanong kay Junior.
Tumingin sa akin si Junior at sinabing, “Se…secret. Se…secret. Wa… walang clue. Hi…hindi k… ko sa…sabihin.”
“Dali na bunso. Good boy ka ‘di ba? Ano napulot mo?
Hindi na sumagot si Junior. Tumalikod ito sa akin at ipinagpatuloy lang ang pagkain ng cupcake.
“Se…secret…se…secret! Wa… walang clue.”
Iyon ang paulit-ulit na sinasabi ni Junior. Ang nanay naman ang lumapit kay Junior.
“Bunso, sabi mo good boy ka ‘di ba? Sige na naman, oh, sabihin mo na sa amin kung ano ba ang napulot mo. Saan mo inilagay?”
“Sa…sabi ng se…secret eh! Se…secrettttt!!! Wa… wala ngang clue.
Alam ng nanay na hindi niya mapapaamin si Junior kahit ano pa ang gawin niya.
“O, paano kapitan ayaw sabihin ng bata. Baka naman naturuan na na huwag sasabihin para alam mo na. Puwede kasing ipagbili ang cellphone para magkapera.”
Hindi ko na napigilan ang sarili ko.
“Mam Cora, h’wag n’yo naman kaming insultuhin ng ganyan. Hindi po namin pag-iinteresan ang cellphone n’yo. Kung iyon ay napulot ni Junior at dinala sa bahay ay titiyakin ko sa inyo na hahanapin namin ang may-ari para isauli ito.”
“Hoy!!! Huwag kang magtaas ng boses. Kilalanin mo kung sino ang mga kausap mo.” “Opo, Mang Nestor, kilala ko si Aling Cora!!! Kilala kita. Kilalang-kilala!!! Alam kong…” Hindi ko natapos ang sasabihin ko. Ang bibig ko naman ang tinampal nang marahan ni Nanay. “Naku, Sir Nestor, pasensya na talaga, pasensya na po. Ganito na lang po kapitan, kung
papayag po si mam Cora ay bibili na lamang ako ng bagong cellphone katulad nang nawala n’ya. “Ha, ha, ha. Talaga lang ha!!!” ang parang nang-iinsultong sabi ni Aling Cora. “Sigurado
ka ‘ba dyan sa sinasabi mo?”
“Opo mam Cora. May naitabi naman akong pera. Pang-tuition sana ng mga anak ko sa pasukan. Para lang po matapos na ang usapan. Baka nga kasi napulot ni Junior ang relo n’yo at naitapon na kung saan.”
“iPhone 17 Pro ang cellphone na iyon. Halos isang daang libong piso ang halaga. Hindi kasya ang naitabi mong tuition fee ng mga anak mo,” ang bulalas ni Mang Nestor.
Natahimik si Nanay. Nagkatinginan kami. Kitang-kita ko ang pamumutla niya. Marahil ay napahiya siya. Akala niya siguro, ako man, na isang mumurahing cellphone lamang ang nawawala.
Ganun kabigat ang napasukan naming problema. Niyakap ni Jeng si Nanay. Nilapitan ko naman si Junior. Bumulong ito sa akin,“Ku…kuya, pa…pahingi p…pang c…cup c…cake.”
“O natahimik kayong mag-anak. Akala n’yo ba tig-isa o dalawang libong pisong cellphone lang ang nawawala?” ang pangangatyaw ni Aling Cora. “At hindi sa amin ang cellphone na nawawala. Ipinatago lang sa akin ni Mayora matapos niyang bilhin ito kahapon. Ireregalo n’ya kay mayor bukas sa birthday n’ya. Siguro naman alam n’yo na kung ano ang mangyayari kapag nakarating pa kay mayor ang usaping ito.”
“Anong gusto mong gawin ko mam Cora. ‘Di ba sinabi ko naman sa inyo na walang iniuwing cellphone si Junior sa bahay. Walang ibinigay sa akin, o kay Jeng o kay Sean na cellphone ang batang ‘yan.”
“Pero nadinig n’yo naman na umamin ang Junior na ‘yan na may napulot s’ya.” Ang dagdag ni Aling Cora.
“Ilabas n’yo na kasi. Pinagiinit n’yo ulo ko ah. Hindi ako papayag na mapahiya kay mayor dahil sa kagagawan n’yo.” Tumayo na si Mang Nestor sabay akmang bubuksan ang clutch bag na dala nito.
“Mawalang galang na po mam Cora…sir Nestor.” ang sabat ni kapitan. “Ako’y walang kakampihan sa isyung ito, ano. Pareho ko kayong kababaryo. Ang sa akin lang ay kailangang mapatunayan beyond reasonable doubt na napulot nga ni Junior ang nawawala ninyong relo.”
“Okay, okay. Paparating na si Josie. S’ya ang magpapatunay na napulot ni Junior ang cellphone.” Pagkasabi n’yo ay matalim kaming tinitigan ni Aling Cora.
Mula sa labas ay may narinig kaming wang-wang. Nakita ko mula sa bintana ng barangay hall na bumaba si Josie mula sa isang police patrol.
“O kapitan ayan na si Josie, ang witness namin.” ani mang Nestor.
Pumasok si Josie. Isang matandang dalaga na nakatira malapit sa amin. May dala pang plastic bag na malaki. Mukhang nag-shopping bago pumunta sa barangay. Binigyan siya ng tanod ng mauupuan. Nang makita ni Josie si Nanay ay umismid ito. Minsan kasi ay ipinabarangay siya ng nanay dahil sa pagkakalat ng tsismis na kabit daw ng kung sino-sino ang aming ina.
“Aling Josie! Alam mo na siguro kung bakit ka ipinatawag dito,” ang tanong ni Mr. De Villa.
“Opo kapitan.” ang tugon ni aling Tessie “Kahapon po kasi ay nagkataong nagawi ako sa lugar nila aling Cora. Nakita ko ‘yang si Junior na nasa loob ng bakuran nina Aling Cora. Kitang-kita ko na may pinulot s’yang parang ano ba…iyong parang rectangle ang hugis…pahaba s’ya. Nang mapansin niyang nakatingin ako ay bigla niyang itinago sa likuran ang napulot niya.”
Tumingin si Josie kay Junior. “Junior, ‘di ba nakita mo ako kahapon?”
Pinagmasdang mabuti ni Junior si Josie. Lahat kami’y nag-abang sa isasagot ng kapatid ko.
Tumango ito.
“Junior, ‘di ba may napulot ka kahapon sa bakuran nina Ma’am Cora?” Tumangong muli si Junior.
“Ano ba napulot mo. Cellphone ba iyon?”
“Se…secret nga eh. Se…secret!. Wa… walang clue.”
“Kita ko eh, relo napulot mo.”
“SE…SECRET NGAA! KU…KULIT N…N’YO…
“Tama na aling Josie, nagagalit na kapatid ko, baka po mag-tantrums ito dito.” Ang pakiusap ko.
“Anong tantrums tantrums. Pilitin mong magsalita ang kapatid mo. Ilabas n’yo ang iPhone ni mayora. Ilabas n’yo!!!” Galit na sabi ni Aling Cora.
“Ilang beses ba naming sasabihin sa inyo na wala sa amin ang cellphone? Walang iniuwing cellphone si Junior sa amin. At nakakasigurado ba kayo na iyon nga ang napulot ng kapatid ko? Sobra na kayo, Aling Cora,” ang bwelta ni Jeng na halatang hindi na kayang magtimpi.
“Bastos ka talagang bata ka! Manang-mana ka sa nanay mong walang pinag-aralan.”
Pasugod na si Aling Cora kung hindi nakapagitna ang isang tanod. Nakita kong tumayo na ang nanay. Medyo nangigigil na rin. Hindi siya papayag na masaktan ang aking kapatid.
FATHER’S PORTRAIT (3)
(Last of Three Parts)
It was hard to believe what I was seeing. His expression kept changing. The emotions on his face shifted again and again. I knew what I was seeing. I wasn’t crazy. Maybe my eyes were just tired. Maybe my mind had been filled too much with the stories my aunts used to tell about this portrait. I even thought I saw him wink when he liked what I said.
Too bad my siblings weren’t there yet. The youngest would probably scream. She was always the frightened one.
If it was true that once the mourning period ended, the soul of the dead finally moved on, then I wanted to make the most of this night. Even if it was frightening, at least I could feel that he was with me.
“Pa, thanks for pushing me to teach overseas. I should have done it a long time ago.”
It was really my father who pushed me to pursue teaching abroad. I just laughed the idea off before because I insisted I did not need to do it. I had a wonderful career as an educator here, and the pay was not bad. I was satisfied. Until I felt job burnout and the need to slay some personal demons, which made me leave the country for a while.
It was supposed to be just for a year.
But when I saw what one year of teaching overseas did for me personally and professionally, I realized my father had been right.
The liquor and my longing for my father drowned whatever fear I had left.
I raised my glass again.
“Another toast, Papa. I can drink now. I can keep up with you. My liver’s strong these days.”
I stared at the portrait again. It felt as if he were staring back.
“Pa, I didn’t bring my wife. There’s a storm coming. Kuya and our youngest will arrive tomorrow. Hay naku, Pa… those two are still the same. Life is hard for them. They did not take their studies seriously, that’s why. I help them sometimes, but it can’t always be like that. They have to find their own way.”
I raised my glass once more, then paused and looked at his portrait again, as if waiting for him to respond.
“I asked Mama to come, just this once, but she refused. But you know what, Pa? Even if she won’t admit it, she still loves you very much. She’s just too proud. I’m sure she’s praying for you right now, asking the Lord to take you to Him and not to the Devil. Haha… just kidding, Pa. If the lifting of mourning weren’t being held here, she might have come. You know how she never got along with the aunts.”
For a while, I just sat there, looking at his face, as if he were really listening.
“That’s life. Nothing we can do. I love them all… but of course, I love Mama more. She’s my mother. And they understand that. They know that in front of me, no one is allowed to speak badly about her. We’d end up fighting. She’s not perfect… but no one gets to disrespect her in front of me.”
I took another drink and looked at the portrait.
“You understand that, don’t you, Pa?”
It seemed that my father’s head in the portrait slowly lowered.
I must have been drunk.
I was seeing things again.
“It’s really a shame you and Mama separated. Maybe if you were together that day… maybe you would’ve made it to the hospital. And Ate Lea… when you started getting sick, that’s when she left you alone.”
Unbelievable, but I think my father was nodding his head.
“Wait… wait… this is getting too sad. Change topic. Ah… okay… time for a photo. Let’s have a twofie pa.”
I took out my phone, stood beside the portrait, and kept pressing the camera.
For a moment, I felt something cold resting on my shoulder.
Either it was the wind…
or it was him.
“One more toast, Papa. This bottle’s almost empty. See? Because you laughed at me that time, I practiced drinking in Japan. Whisky now, Papa. You can be proud of me.”
I glanced at his glass.
It was empty.
I frowned.
Maybe I drank it myself. Maybe I knocked it over. But the table wasn’t wet.
I couldn’t remember anymore.
I filled it again.
“But Pa… why was it always like that? You and Mama were never together at my important moments. Elementary graduation — neither of you. High school and college — only you. Graduate school — neither of you. My wedding — Mama wasn’t there again. I’m not complaining… I’m just saying.”
I knew I was drunk now. I couldn’t stop talking.
“Papa… thank you. For everything you and Mama did. Especially for putting me through college. I wouldn’t be where I am now without you two. Not bad, huh? My English. I got that from you. Especially when I’m drunk.”
I stood up and took the portrait in my hands.
“You’re the greatest father on earth, Papa. The greatest.”
I kissed the picture and set it back on the table.
“Even if you and Mama separated… you’re still the best parents in the world for me. No one can match what you did for us. I love you both. So much.”
After that, everything blurred.
My head spun.
The last thing I remembered was looking at the portrait.
The frame was there.
But his face…
was gone.
Blank.
Impossible.
I must have been too drunk. My vision must have failed.
Then I heard something from the bathroom.
A rustling sound.
Like someone urinating.
I laughed weakly.
“So that’s where you went, Papa… to the bathroom… that’s why you disappeared from the picture.”
I tried to lift my glass again.
Too heavy.
My eyelids felt heavier.
I wanted to stand up and go to the bedroom, but my body wouldn’t move.
Everything slowly went dark.
Before I completely lost consciousness, I felt cold arms rest on my shoulders…
as if someone was trying to help me stand.
Or maybe…
I only imagined it.
**********
“Marco… Marco! Wake up!”
I opened my eyes.
The room was spinning.
“Marco! Get up! It’s almost noon!”
It was Aunt Cecille.
My head hurt, but I forced myself to sit up.
“Wake up. The people for the prayers will be here soon. We still have to fix the living room.”
“Yes, Auntie…”
She looked at me and shook her head.
“There you go. Hangover again. Just like your father. Both of you are intelligent, both handsome, both smooth talkers… and both drunkards.”
She walked into the kitchen. I followed.
“Auntie… who carried me to the bed? I remember falling asleep at the table.”
“How would I know? No one came here last night. It was raining. Boyet said he might come, but he got lazy because of the weather.”
I scratched my head.
Then I looked for the portrait.
“Auntie… where’s Papa’s picture? I left it here.”
“Good Lord. It’s right there. Hanging on the wall. You were so drunk you don’t remember what you did.”
I stared at it.
“I didn’t put that back there.”
“Oh sure. Maybe the picture walked by itself. Crawled up the wall and hung itself. STOP IT, MARCO. Don’t scare me.”
She lifted two empty bottles of Chivas.
“You finished two.”
“No… I only opened one…”
She just shook her head and went to the living room.
She looked up at the portrait.
“Kuya… even with your own son, you’re still playing tricks. Make the most of it. It’s your last day here on earth. But not with me anymore, ha. With Marco only. You’ve already used up all my fear.”
I just listened as my aunt said those.
“Wait… your smile… that’s different. You look happy today. You weren’t smiling like that yesterday. You did another miracle, didn’t you? Don’t change that smile anymore. Keep it like that. Later, you depart in peace, ha. Go up to heaven. With all the prayers we offered, you might even pass heaven. Say hello to Saint Peter for us.”
I suddenly remembered the photo on my phone.
I searched for that photo.
I looked closely.
It was true.
The smile on my father’s face in the portrait on the wall was different from the smile in the twofie that I took the previous night.
What Matters (6)
(A Short Story – Last of 6 Parts)
My wife knew we were meeting up and had cooked dinner, inviting us to eat at our place.
“Wow, that’s fantastic!” Jay exclaimed when I shared the news. “This is a perfect opportunity to meet your family as well!”
“Okay,” I said. “Jay, Chris, you shouldn’t drive. You’re pretty drunk. Just join me in my Jeep instead.” Chris protested but eventually agreed. As for Mario, he seemed fine to drive himself, so I allowed him to take his car. This way, I wouldn’t have to worry about moving their cars back after dinner. When I returned the case of beer to the store, I entrusted Chris and Jay’s cars to the owner, and they just needed to pick them up before closing time that evening.
The drive to my house was smooth, with Mario trailing behind us. I noticed that Chris and Jay were nodding off as we drove. Less than 20 minutes later, we arrived home to find our gate already open.
Once we parked, Jay and Chris hopped out of the Jeep. As soon as Mario arrived, we moved deeper into our yard. It felt like the perfect evening was just beginning.
Our front yard features a neatly tended garden where my partner and our children cultivate various kinds of flowers and soft green shrubs that add life and brightness to the space. Our house is partially hidden behind the trees of chico and mango.
“Is that a Toyota Hi-Ace van yours?” Chris asked, eyeing the vehicle parked in a separate garage on the left side of our front yard.”
It is. We bought it two years ago. My wife relies on it for her business, and it’s our go-to for family trips,” I replied.
“Have you ever considered turning it into a rent-a-van business?” Jay suggested.
“Actually, that’s exactly what I’m doing! It’s become a valuable source of income for me, and I receive inquiries at least twice a week,” I explained with enthusiasm.
“Wow, your house is impressive,” Jay observed.
“It’s a big house, and you have a spacious yard. I thought this was still the old house we visited when we were in high school,” Mario added.
“This is nothing compared to Jay’s house. I had the old one demolished, and with every good harvest of rice and vegetables, my wife and I built this new one gradually,” I shared proudly.
At that moment, the door to our house opened.
“Come on in!
Maxene opened the door. She greeted me and kissed me on the cheek.
“Brothers, this is Maxene, our youngest.”
She greeted all three of my friends and kissed their hands as a sign of respect.
“How old is she, bro?” Mario asked.
“She’s in Grade 12. Next year, she’ll be in college. Where’s your mom, sweetheart?”
“They’re in the hut at the back. They’re preparing the food.”
“Let’s go to the back, guys.”
“Your house’s interior is nice, Mon,” Chris commented.
“My sister designed it. She graduated in Fine Arts.”
“And Mon,” Mario whispered to me, “You have everything here.”
“Your TV is bigger than mine. This is what you call a fully-furnished house.” Jay mused.
“My wife invested in all of this, bro. She does well with her small grocery in the market.”
“You have a desktop computer here, Mon. And a laptop and a tablet. Why don’t you try using them?” Chris asked.
“My kids and my wife use those. I never get a chance to use them. Besides, I am not a techie.”
We exited our house through the back door.
“Front yard, flowers and trees… backyard vegetables. You’re not wasting any space Mon.” Mario quipped.
“I am a farmer. I think planting is my life.”
By the time we reached the hut behind our house, the food was ready. It was already late afternoon, and darkness was beginning to settle in, so the lights were on.
“Wow, is it your birthday, Mon? There’s so much food—adobo, fried bangus, salted eggs, chop suey,” Jay remarked.
“By the way, everyone, this is my one and only, Eliza,” I said.
My wife kissed me on the cheek as she greeted my friends. Marco, my son, did the same.
“Wow, your wife is absolutely stunning, bro,” Mario exclaimed.
“Definitely, she’s gorgeous,” both Chris and Jay chimed in.
“I don’t see it that way, but oh, Mon… your friends know how to flatter,” my wife joked, a playful smile on her face.
“Madame, we’re just telling the truth. And please accept our apologies if we’ve caused any trouble,” Mario said with genuine respect.
“Oh, it’s nothing at all! You don’t need to worry,” she replied warmly.
“By the way, Mommy, let me introduce you to my amazing classmates: Jay, Chris, and Mario. They are all successful and well-known.”
“Well-known? Are we celebrities? Mario said.
“Successful… and maybe a touch arrogant,” Jay quipped with a smirk.
“This is my eldest son, Marco. He’s set to graduate next year.”
“What are you majoring in, Marco?” Mario inquired.
“Chemical Engineering, sir.”
“Please, don’t call me, or any of us, sir. We are your uncles. So call us tito, okay.”
My son nodded in agreement.
“And, Mon, when Marco graduates, please reach out. I can easily connect him with great job opportunities in Saudi Arabia.”
“Wow, I truly appreciate that, bro,” I said, excitement bubbling within me.”
Before we started eating, my wife invited us to say grace. My friends seemed surprised and hesitated before bowing their heads to pray.
That’s just how my wife is. She has taught me and our children the importance of prayer and faith in the Lord, and we go to church every Sunday.
After the prayer, Maxene served the rice, and a quiet calm fell over the hut. I noticed that my friends took turns glancing at my family.
“Well, there goes an angel,” I said, breaking the silence.
“Okay, since I’m the shyest in the group, I’ll take the first bite,” Chris suggested.
“Eliza, kids, come join us,” Jay invited.
“Sure… we’ll join you in a bit,” both my children replied.
Eliza sat beside me, and my kids sat behind us. As I ate, Maxene gently massaged my back.
“Dad, doesn’t your back hurt?” Maxene asked.
“No, sweetheart. I’m fine.”
I noticed how my friends kept staring at our family as they ate. I didn’t know what they were thinking, but I could tell from the subtle smiles on their faces and their gentle nods that they were happy with what they saw. It reminded me of how my teachers used to look at me when I’d answer questions correctly in class.
We finished our dinner, and my family helped with the cleanup while my friends remained alone in the hut.
“Maxene, could you please make your uncles some coffee and me some green tea?” I asked.
“Oh, hija, please make mine green tea also.” That was Mario.
My friends were quiet after the meal. Even when we started drinking our coffee and tea, the silence lingered. I wasn’t sure why—perhaps the drinks had an effect, or maybe they were just tired after spending nearly six hours together. Eventually, they all turned to look at me at the same time.
“Hey, guys. What’s up? Do I have something on my face?” I asked.
Jay smiled and replied, “I’m so happy for you.”
“Why is that?” I wondered.
“Just keep it up, bro,” he said.
I understood what Jay meant.
“Do you remember back in high school when we discussed our dreams and goals in life?” Chris asked. “While we all talked about cars, houses, money, jobs, and whatnot, I remember Mon saying he just wanted to be happy and live a good life.”
A brief silence followed.
“Chris… am I right? You scoffed at Mon when he said those things,” Jay asked.
Chris vehemently denied it.
“I just happened to marry a good woman. She has strong faith in God. And, ah…”
“…and she just happened to marry a good man,” Jay cut in.
“That’s Mon for you. He never brags. He’s always the quiet one, just listening to everything we say,” Mario added.
“Why is it that all the women I meet are rejects? They’re only good in bed. Does your wife have a sister, bro? Introduce me to her,” Chris said.
“Come on, Chris. She does… but I don’t want their lives to go astray.”
“You’re something else, bro,” Chris laughed.
“I envy you, Mon,” Mario said. “If I hadn’t gone abroad, maybe my family would still be intact.”
“You wouldn’t have gotten rich if you only worked here in the Philippines.”
We fell silent for a moment.
“What is the price of my wealth? What good is my money?” I looked at Mario, who suddenly seemed serious.
“I don’t know either. I don’t want to think about it,” Chris replied.
Jay added, “What is the actual value of wealth and success? I have been thinking lately, with what I have been going through, what does matter in life?
“Come on, Jay. We’re tough dudes. You’ll be fine. You’ll get past that and live long. The four of us will live long. Together we’ll celebrate our 100th birthday.” Chris replied.
The hut fell silent after Chris made that statement. I broke the silence again.
“Wait… wait… enough with the serious talk. The important thing, guys, is that we’re still alive. We still have time to fix what needs fixing. As long as we’re alive, we can still pursue our dreams and create new ones.”
Jay nodded while Chris bowed his head. Mario went outside for some fresh air.
“Mon, find me some land for sale around here,” Mario said. “There’s something about this place that feels different. It feels like my chest is lighter. I don’t know why.”
“Sure, bro. I know of some farmers who want to sell their land nearby.”
“Okay, I want to have a farm. I am interested in organic farming. It is what I want to do after my stint in Saudi. I hope you can help me develop it if it happens.”
“Why not?” I replied.
As the evening came to a close, my friends finished their coffee and prepared to leave. The warmth of the gathering lingered, but it was time for them to head home. We promised to meet again the next time Mario was in town. Jay joked about ensuring he’d still be alive when Mario returned, while Chris eagerly mentioned introducing us to the woman he hoped to marry.
From our terrace, I watched as my friends climbed into Mario’s car. The light from the post near our gate bathed them in a soft glow, casting long shadows across the yard. Jay pulled out a cigarette, but instead of lighting it, he tossed both the cigarette and the lighter into the night.
In that moment, I felt a sense of peace. I looked over at my family, gathered in their favorite nook on the terrace. I realized how much my life and that of my friends had changed. From the dreams we shared in high school to the lives we’re living now, we’ve come full circle. And though our paths had diverged, there was still time—time to grow, to repair what needed fixing, and to continue chasing the dreams that kept us going.
Life, I thought, is about the moments we share, the people we love, and the time we still have.
>END<
What Matters (5)
(A Short Story – Fifth of 6 Parts)
“Why are you talking like that, bro? You’ve been acting strange all day,” I said to Jay.
Jay lowered his head and sighed deeply. We all waited anxiously for him to respond. It felt like an eternity before he finally spoke again.
“Guys, I have prostate cancer. Stage 1.”
Chris shook his head in disbelief while Mario placed an arm around Jay’s shoulders. I wasn’t too surprised by this revelation; I had a feeling Jay was struggling with something like this because he had hinted at health issues before.
“That’s why, Mario, when I saw your Facebook post about your vacation and we just happened to run into each other, I asked if we could all get together. I thought… I thought maybe…”
Jay’s voice trailed off, tears brimming in his eyes, raw and vulnerable.
“Well, it turns out Mario’s not the most dramatic among us… It’s you, Jay. But it’s not the end of the world. There’s a cure for that.”
Chris expressed his thoughts bluntly, and while I almost wanted to chastise him for it, he did have a valid point. Hearing about Jay’s struggles was disheartening, but he had no choice but to confront the situation head-on.
“I’m terrified because my dad lost his battle with prostate cancer. I fear I might have inherited it,” Jay confessed.
We fell silent, absorbing Jay’s vulnerable admission. Mario and Chris chimed in, revealing their own health challenges. Both struggled with high blood pressure and kidney issues that required significant medication. Chris even shared that if his treatment didn’t clear his kidney stone, surgery could be on the horizon.
One thing I am grateful for is that I don’t have any health problems that require doctor visits or medication. Since I’ve been driving for a living, I’ve been following a health program on the radio and adhering to all the advice I hear. The only issues I face are occasional knee and back pain after working on the farm.
“Don’t worry, bro. I’ll take you to a great urologist I know at St. Luke’s. We’ll find a way to fix this. I’ll help you,” Mario assured Jay.
“Thanks, Mario. Thanks, guys. I feel a little better now that I’ve shared this with you. You’re the only ones who know about my condition.”
“Wait, your wife and kids aren’t aware of this yet?” Chris asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
“Mon… Jay’s still single,” Mario chimed in, a hint of concern in his voice.
It struck me how little I really knew about my friends. If I were more connected on social media, perhaps I’d be more in tune with their lives.
“Jay, you can do this. I know you’re strong. You’ll be better by the time we meet again on Mario’s next trip home,” Chris said as he opened more bottles of beer and offered me one.
“I’ll pass, Chris. I still have some left in mine,” I replied.
“Oh, come on, Mon, don’t cheat again,” he teased.
Their laughter filled the room, but they respected my limits when it came to drinking. They understood that while they could down three beers in the time it took me to finish one, I didn’t handle hard liquor well.
“Next week, we’re going to address your issue, Jay,” Mario declared, his tone a blend of seriousness and support. “But right now, I need to concentrate on something else…” He suddenly hesitated, as if grappling with whether to share more. I could sense that he was carrying an emotional weight. Could it be time for Mario to reveal his own struggles?
“Sorry… I need to focus on wrapping up the case I filed against my wife.” Just as I anticipated.
“Yes, I filed for adultery against her three years ago, and the judgment is coming next week. That woman and her lover are about to face the consequences,” Mario explained with palpable intensity.
He recounted the entire saga: the man who betrayed him was their business partner, and his wife had been unfaithful for nearly a decade before he uncovered the truth. A mutual friend had stepped up, alerting him to the betrayal through a Facebook message.
“Do you have kids? What did they say about it?” Jay asked.
“They’re furious with their mother. They couldn’t care less if she goes to jail. We have two sons, both college graduates and engineers. They work alongside me in Saudi Arabia, and my employers have recognized their talents as well.”
The conversation shifted into deeper territory as we focused on the topic of family. I wasn’t surprised by the struggles Mario and his wife faced; it’s a reality many couples encounter when one partner works abroad. While the opportunity for a better future exists through such arrangements, they can also lead to complications if the spouse left at home cannot resist temptation.
“By the way, Mon… Chris… do either of you have families?” Mario inquired, genuinely curious.
I nodded in response, eager to share about my family, but Chris jumped in before I could.
“I have two kids… but no wife.”
Chris seemed to be beaming in confidence when he said that. He stopped abruptly and looked at us.
“Why? Did you guys not even react? I said I have two kids… but no wife.”
“Come on, Chris, we’re not surprised by that anymore. I was even thinking that you have more than 5 children from different women.” Jay retorted. “We know you chase women for a living.”
“Actually, I’m in hot water again. Another woman is demanding child support from me. She says she’s going to sue if I don’t step up. I told her it’s time for a DNA test; she needs to prove I’m the father,” Chris replied, a hint of annoyance coloring his voice.
“Suit yourself, bro. Just be careful—you might end up with more than you bargained for, like HIV, hopping from one ‘hole’ to another,” Jay cautioned, his tone tinged with genuine concern.
“Mario, I’m a wise guy. I always use protection when I’m not sure of the ‘owner’ of the hole I’m entering,” Chris shot back, grinning cheekily.
“What about the two kids you’ve already recognized as yours?” Jay asked.
“They’re with me. Their mothers don’t want to take care of them, so my live-in partner is helping me raise them.”
Chris didn’t seem fazed by the complexity of his life. It seemed as though he was okay with the messiness of things. I didn’t want to judge him, but I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of life his two kids would have with two different mothers. And now, there was a possibility that it might be three kids. What if his live-in partner got pregnant? If Chris were my brother, I’d probably have slapped him back to his senses.
I didn’t get a chance to talk about my family because the conversation shifted to Chris’s chaotic love life. We advised him to straighten up, especially for the sake of his kids.
The drinking continued, and conversations flowed easily. By around six in the evening, we were surrounded by empty beer bottles, and Mario’s Chivas was nearly finished too. Jay and Chris seemed a bit tipsy, while Chris eventually grew quiet and appeared close to nodding off. Every time he started to snore, Jay would nudge him to wake him up. Surprisingly, Mario seemed unaffected; he was clearly used to drinking. I had only managed to finish three bottles of beer, with half a bottle still remaining, so I was doing fine. Eventually, it was just Mario and me left talking.
Jay and Chris got out of the jeep. While Jay went to a nearby tree to relieve himself, Chris ended up throwing up. I went over to rub Chris’s back to help him. At that moment, my phone rang—it was my wife calling.
“Excuse me, guys. My wife’s calling,” I said.
“Uh-oh, trouble’s coming. The commander’s on a roll call,” Chris joked.
To be continued…
What Matters (4)
(A Short Story – Fourth of 6 Parts)
Mario got out of his car, carrying a plastic bag. He was also wearing a long-sleeve shirt, just like Jay, but without a tie.
“Bro, finally, we’re all together again,” Mario said, his voice a little choked up as he hugged each of us one by one.
“Damn, bro, you’re still so dramatic,” Chris said.
“No, he’s just missed us,” Jay replied.
“Wait, let’s sit first. Wow, I think these are the same rocks we used to sit on when we used to hang out here,” Mario said.
Mario opened the plastic bag he was carrying.
“This is for you, Jay. It’s a perfume. I know how much you love fragrances. And Mon, I got you a new phone—it’s a Galaxy S25 Ultra, the latest from Samsung.”
“Wow, bro, this is too much. This is expensive,” I said.
“It’s fine, Mon. Don’t worry about it. Jay told me yesterday when I called him that your phone looks old,” Mario replied.
Jay and I both hugged Mario and thanked him sincerely.
“Perfect timing! I should make a Facebook account for you, bro,” Chris said. “And what’s this? What’s in here?”
“It’s Viagra.”
We all laughed at what Mario had said.
“Hey, just so you know, I don’t need Viagra. Mine is always standing at attention whenever I command it. It tends to get excited whenever I see pretty women.”
“Is that so?” Jay challenged, raising an eyebrow. “What I learned in psychology is that guys who boast about their prowess are the ones suffering from ED.”
“ED? As in Echo Delta? What does that mean?” Chris asked.
“Erectile dysfunction,” I clarified, keeping the mood light.
Another round of laughter ensued
“As if you don’t know me, boys.”
“Come on, Chris, we know you too well,” Jay teased.
“It’s not Viagra; it’s a watch. A G-Shock,” Mario interjected.
What Jay and Chris said about Mario was true. He must have a good job in Saudi Arabia. I was happy for my friends; they had achieved their dreams. It’s tough to predict what will happen in a person’s future. You can never be sure what will become of your classmates and friends when you all go your separate ways after high school or college. It’s not necessarily true that only those who top the class—the valedictorians and honorees—will have the best future. No one can say for sure if the best students from the past will be the ones who succeed and prosper, as seen in the cases of Chris and Mario.
Truth be told, they were lazy students and considered the class slackers, often absent from school. Jay was the smartest of our group, while Mario was the weakest academically; however, out of the three of us, he was the wealthiest. He had the nicest car and treated the gifts he brought for us as if they were nothing special.
“Hey, Mon, I think I’m going to melt from your gaze. Stop staring at me like that,” Mario said.
“Sorry bro. You’re just truly impressive.” I responded, admiring his enthusiasm.
“Wait, wait… now that we’re all here, let’s take some pictures. It’s groupie time, guys!” Chris exclaimed.
The three of them took turns snapping pictures of the group. We acted like kids, scrambling to get into position.
“Great news! The pictures are live on Facebook,” Jay announced with a grin. “Don’t worry, Mon, I’ll get your account set up soon, and you can check them out. By the way, check out my profile pic! Still looking sharp, right?”
“Hold on, though. I’m getting pretty hungry. Can we grab a snack first?” Mario chimed in.
“Aren’t we supposed to hit the basketball court?” Chris teased, raising an eyebrow.
“Let’s do that next time. I didn’t bring my jerseys.” Jay suggested.
“Hey, Mon, I think I’m going to melt from your gaze. Stop staring at me!”
“Yeah, I’m hungry too,” Chris agreed. “Hey, Mon, where’s a good restaurant around here? You probably know a lot since you drive here every day.”
“Actually, I want LTB, Chris. Why venture far when Mang Isko’s lugawan is just a stone’s throw away?” Mario pointed to the familiar lugawan we used to frequent.”Wow, how cheap… lugaw, tokwa, baboy.”
“Alright, Chris, if you have your heart set on a restaurant, go ahead. But I’m all for Mang Isko’s lugawan, Mario. Mon, let’s indulge in some delicious LTB!”
Jay started walking toward the lugawan, and Mario and I followed.
“Hey, wait, I’m coming too! LTB sounds great,” Chris said.
We had the lugawan to ourselves, and it was sad to find out that Nanay Mameng and Mang Isko had passed away. Their children were now running the store and lugawan.
As the three of them sat down, I waited for our LTB order. I watched my friends happily chatting. Among the three, Jay looked the oldest, with a lot of gray hair. He was probably stressed from all the work and studying he did, which made his hair turn gray quickly. I checked the mirror hanging by the door of the lugawan to see if I had any gray hairs yet. Thankfully, I didn’t. Mario and Chris each had a few gray hairs, but Mario’s forehead had also become wider, possibly due to the heat in Saudi Arabia that caused his hair to fall out.
Chris stood up and took a selfie, showing his playful side. He even got one with me. He is taller than all of us. He always played center whenever our section formed teams in high school. Although Jay was the shortest of the four of us, he was also the most handsome, with a mestizo appearance. Mario and I were about the same height.
With the lugawan’s self-service setup, I stepped up to fetch our orders when they were finally ready, eager to enjoy and strengthen our bond over good food and great company.
“Wow, it’s been ages since I last had LTB,” Mario exclaimed. “But wait, Mon… are you just having lugaw with egg?”I nodded in response.
“Are you on a diet?” Chris inquired. “That’s probably the reason your belly isn’t bulging like mine, which makes me look like I’m pregnant.”
“Yeah, right,” Jay interjected. “And have you noticed, Chris? Mon’s chest and arms are getting bigger.”
“I’m just buff from driving and working in the fields, brothers,” I replied with a smile.
“What about you, Jay? Why do you look like you’ve lost weight?” Mario asked.
“Well… I think it’s probably due to lack of sleep. I’ve been buried in paperwork. The life of a school administrator is tough,” Jay admitted.
Though we had simple food, our spirits were high. They even ordered another round of LTB, but I was fine with just one. While we ate, we reminisced about all the crazy things we did back in high school. It was a fun conversation filled with laughter and teasing.
After we finished eating, Chris and Mario suggested going out for a drink.
“I know a karaoke bar in the next town that’s open from 3:00 PM until dawn. Let’s make it a night to remember—come on, we’ve got cars!” Chris said, his excitement infectious.
“Let’s not go there, bro. The trip is long, and it would be a waste of time. It would be better if we just bought some beer at the store and drank inside Mon’s jeep. It’s more refreshing, and the experience will be unique,” Jay suggested.
“Yeah, you’re right, Jay. Let’s not go far so we can keep chatting,” Mario agreed.
“Okay, okay, of course, the majority wins. Here’s Mon. He won’t vote; he’s always neutral. Alright, I’ll go buy the beer so we can start right away.”
So, as Jay suggested, we ended up drinking inside my jeep. He was right; it was indeed a unique experience—drinking inside a jeep. Chris bought the beer, and I picked up some peanuts and chicharrón to go with it. Thankfully, I had cleaned the jeep after my last trip. We were delighted when Mario also took out his Chivas Regal and imported cheddar from his car. He even had a shot glass! Chris grabbed a case of beer.
“Well, just like before, no one leaves until this is finished… and Mario’s Chivas too. I also bought plastic cups and ice cubes in case you want it cold,” Chris said as he passed us the open beer.
“To our reunion of handsome guys… CHEERS!” Jay said.
That’s how our drinking started, and our never-ending conversation continued.
“Why did we only think about meeting up now?” Mario asked. “Let’s make this a regular thing. Otherwise, it’ll probably take another 25 years before we do it again. How should we do it? What about every two years, whenever I’m on vacation? Or maybe every four years?”
“Not every four years… I might not make it!” Jay said.
We suddenly went quiet.
To be continued…
What Matters (1)
(A Short Story – First of 6 Parts)
I gently pressed the brake and quickly got out to assist the elderly woman who was slowly and painfully getting off. I also helped her climb into my passenger jeep earlier. I was confident that the other passengers didn’t mind the brief delay. They understood the situation. She looked so vulnerable, and I found myself wishing that a family member had been there to accompany her.
“Thank you so much, hijo. I feel incredibly fortunate to have found your jeep,” she said gratefully.
“It’s nothing, nanay. I’m just glad you chose my vehicle, even if it’s a bit old,” I replied.
“It looks just fine, hijo. And you’re a truly good driver,” she insisted.
“Thank you, nanay. Please take good care of yourself.”
She was my last passenger for the day, and as I removed the signboards from the front windshield, I made a deliberate choice to prevent anyone else from hailing me.
Although it was still just a little past noon, I was ready to call it a day. I was about to meet up with my closest high school friends—Jay, Chris, and Mario—after nearly 20 years. Over the years, there had been a few occasions when two of them would meet, but never all three together, and certainly not with me. The anticipation buzzed through me, filling me with excitement. This wasn’t just a simple reunion; it felt like a celebration of the memories we shared, a nostalgic journey back to a time when our lives were still unfolding.
It was Jay who took the lead in organizing our long-overdue reunion. Just a week ago, I found myself face-to-face with a familiar figure who flagged me down in a moment of need—his car had broken down. While I could have driven past, something about that face compelled me to stop. As I stepped out of the jeep, our eyes locked, and I was taken aback when he enthusiastically called my name. It was Jay! In an instant, we reverted to our old ways, shaking hands firmly before playfully locking arms as if preparing for a friendly wrestling match. That spark of connection ignited memories of our carefree high school days. I had no idea that this chance encounter would pave the way for rekindling friendships that have withstood the test of time. Jay’s proposed reunion promises to be an incredibly meaningful experience, and I can’t wait to see how much we’ve all transformed and grown over the years.
We were excitedly catching up while I worked on his car’s discharged battery. Jay was in a hurry because he had a meeting to attend, so we didn’t have much time to talk. Once I fixed his car, Jay pulled out some money from his wallet and tried to hand it to me. I refused to accept it. He then apologized for two reasons. First, he explained that he wanted to pay me because he knew I was on the road picking up passengers, and he felt that his car troubles had taken up my time and cost me an opportunity to earn. Second, he apologized for the inconvenience he had caused me. He was surprised when I told him that I had expected he would try to pay for that very reason. I told him that I had also helped other drivers in the past in a similar situation for free.
After that, he took out his phone and asked for my number. He said he had been looking for me for a while. I gave him my number. He dialed it so his number would register on my phone. I saved it, and after promising to call, he quickly got into his car and drove off. He seemed to be in a hurry.
Jay was one of the best in our high school class. He was the leader of our group. I was delighted we met. I had been looking for him and the rest of the gang for a long time.
It seemed that Jay had achieved his dreams. Back then, he often said he wanted to complete his studies, secure a good job, buy a car, and own a house. Now, he had a car and was wearing a coat and tie. His career appeared to be going well. I wasn’t sure if he owned a home or had a family. He probably had a house, but I couldn’t tell about his family situation. It’s a shame we didn’t get to talk for long; I didn’t even have the chance to ask him where he worked or what he did.
By the time I got home, I was still reflecting on that unexpected encounter with Jay. It made me think about my other two friends, Chris and Mario. We spent four years together, from our first year until we graduated from high school. During that time, we often discussed our dreams and life goals, and they all shared similar aspirations: complete their studies, find jobs, save money, buy a car, and own a large house. However, I wasn’t entirely sure, but it seemed that Mario was the one who dreamed of working abroad. I wonder if he ever managed to do that. I hope so.
When they asked me back then what my dream was, they laughed at my answer. I wanted to be happy and live a good life. I wasn’t sure why I said that. Jay said it was vague, to which Mario agreed.
We were still young, and I had no idea what I would do after high school. Perhaps it was because I wasn’t confident that I could attend college, given my parents’ financial struggles. At that time, Chris told me I had no ambitions in life. It was only when I grew a little older and saw my siblings graduating from university that I recalled Chris actually saying I hadn’t dreamed big. Hadn’t I? Now, as we are about to have a reunion, Chris’ words come back to me.
Just then, my phone rang. As promised, Jay called.
We only talked for a short while. He had a visitor. He was calling to tell me he had contacted Chris and Mario, and both agreed to meet up next week, on Saturday around 3 in the afternoon. We were to meet at our old spot.
*****
That day, I would be with my friends again. I stopped at a carinderia for a meal. It was only 1 in the afternoon, so I still had time to eat and rest for a bit.
“Aling Tinay, I’d love to have some menudo and pinakbet, but could you please skip the fat in the menudo?”
“Mon, why do you shy away from fat? You’re the only one of my customers who doesn’t want it.”
“I’m really trying to keep my cholesterol in check.”
“Understandable, but a little indulgence now and then wouldn’t hurt! How much rice would you like?”
“Just one serving, please.”
“Two delicious dishes and only one serving of rice? You’re surprisingly health-conscious for a jeepney driver! Manny, could you please bring a serving of rice for Mon? Just don’t pile too much on; I know he won’t be able to finish it.”
“Yes, Inay,” replied Manny, Aling Tinay’s teenage son.
I just smiled at what Aling Tinay said. My stomach grew bigger when I turned 30, so I eat less rice now. I heard on the radio that eating too much rice can cause your belly to grow, and consuming pork fat is bad for your heart. They even said drinking beer regularly can also make your stomach bigger. Thankfully, I’m not much of a drinker. But with our reunion, I’m sure I’ll end up drinking with them, especially since Chris and Mario will be there. They wouldn’t let us meet without having a drink. Only Jay and I didn’t drink in the group.
“Here’s your water, no ice. I know you don’t drink cold water.”
“Thanks, Aling Tinay.”
That’s one of the reasons I always go to Aling Tinay’s carinderia whenever I have lunch while driving the jeep. She’s kind and attentive to her customers.
“Manny said you seem to be going to the gym now, like him. He said your chest and shoulder are looking great and your biceps are bulging in that t-shirt.”
“No, I don’t. The gym is too expensive. I have some barbells and dumbbells at home made of cement. I use them every morning before I drive or go to the field.”
When I started eating, Aling Tinay stopped talking to me.
It was well past 2 PM by the time I stepped out of the carinderia. I had just enjoyed a comforting cup of coffee, complemented by a few delightful cookies—generous treats from Aling Tinay, who always insisted I take them for free. She would genuinely be disappointed if I turned down her heartfelt offering. Our long-standing friendship made these moments special. She often became one of my earliest passengers in the morning on her way to the market, and I consistently chose to waive her fare, valuing our connection far more than the money.
Before I started the jeep, I wiped my body with a face towel soaked in alcohol. I changed into a new shirt and shoes. I didn’t want to show up smelling like sweat and grease or wearing worn-out slippers when meeting my friends.
In just a few minutes, I would reach our old meeting place—a basketball court near the high school where we graduated. This is where we usually hung out, especially in the afternoons after our classes. The court is located next to a wide field that is stunning to see when the rice plants are ripe and ready for harvest. Many acacia trees were planted around the court, providing shade for our morning and afternoon basketball games. Unfortunately, only a few of these trees remain, as many could not withstand the strong winds from the powerful typhoons that have passed through the area. I hope our friendship is as strong as those remaining trees. I also hope that, like those trees, my friends and I are resilient enough to endure the storms we are sure to encounter in life.
But why did it take so long to meet up, even though our barangays were so close? Maybe the reason was that they studied in Manila while I stopped studying after high school. After completing their studies, they likely found employment and settled in the area.
When I got to the meeting place, Jay was already there. I saw his car, the one that had broken down last week, parked under an acacia tree. I parked my old jeep beside his sleek car.
To be continued…
M.A.D. LIGAYA
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