Sunday, February 16, 2014

Manila - The City of Hopes #OFW15

We savored the precious moment that God bestowed upon us both; to love each other. We roamed round and round the whole park, knowing each structure in details. We continued walking back to Quiapo Church. We discovered the Manila City Hall, Post Office and Metropolitan Theater.

We continued walking, memorizing the streets from where we came from. We turned right up the underpass, walked again until we saw the University of Santo Thomas, then, the big white church and asked the sidewalk vendors for its name, “Santo Domingo Church,” they said in unison.

We arrived in the house; tired, hungry but happy for the discoveries. Lina greeted us and asked, “Ayah, Marc, how’s your day?”

“Lina, we’re in Luneta Park, Quiapo Church, Manila City Hall...Manila Post Office..and Marc, what’s the name of the big school?”

“Ahhhh..University of Santo Thomas…yes..that’s it!”

“I think you two are hungry. I’ll cook rice and fried the GG?” Lina said.

“What’s GG Lina?” Ayah asked.

“Ahhh…a cheap fish named galunggong, but it’s meaty and tasty. You two, try to learn Tagalog language quickly, and other words they’re using, so that, they won’t fool you. You know here in Manila, there’s a lot of bad person. By the way, Marc, wait for Mike to come home, he had good news for you. Come Ayah, we’ll cook.”

It’s seven in the evening when Mike showed up at the house after a hard day's job in the restaurant. He seated himself at the floor "Japanese-style," and calling his wife, “Lina, come here, my love! Prepare the small table for our session and you energizer..."

“Owww Michael…love, love, love...I know what you mean...yes, yes, I’ll go....” Lina answered and left the house. We seated on the floor facing each other, Ayah beside me looking at us and listening with our conversation. “Mike, you mean to say, we’re going to drink?” I asked.

“Yes, you’re drinking liquor right? Yes, then, good! By the way, Marc, just call me Pare, and you Ayah, my Kumare, okay?”

“Okay Pare,” I said smiling wryly.

“Great Pare...good…good...I'm very happy today!”

Lina came with four bottles of rum, family sized cola, large canned sardines in tomato sauce, green chili and five pieces of red onions.

“My love Lina, you’re so beautiful, the best ever!” Mike hugged Lina.

“Hmmmmp, my love, my love...I know what you mean…”

Ayah opened the canned sardines, put in a large bowl, sliced the onions and mixed together. While Lina, produced ice cubes, put in a bowl and served. Both of them served in front of us like “King of Kings” who were busy talking each other and loving them with their own different styles.

“Pareng Marc, get some ice and pour at once, so that we can start flying...going to heaven. It’s my day off tomorrow!!!”

“Okay Pare,” I said.

“Oppps...Mareng Ayah, Lina...of course, the two of you too!” Lina poured her drink, put some ice, cola and drank. She mixed another one.

“Ayah Isabel, go, go on, pour some, are you drinking or not?” Lina asked Ayah. “I’m not drinking Lina…” Ayah answered.

“Come love, I’ll mix it for” I gave Ayah her drink. “Okay, thank you Marc.”

We enjoyed the evening with such laughter and joyous exchanging of experiences.

“Pareng Marc, come with me the next day, I’ll introduce you to my manager. We need restaurant staff...Okay friend?”

“I’m fine friend for your recommendation...thank you so much...for your help.”

We consumed four bottles of rum in all that each one of us, started to fell the liquor inside our body systems. Different topics were being opened up, even some personal ones. We were just like brothers and sisters enjoying the night which our fates been united.

Lina was the first one to enter their room, then Mike followed her, signaled us saying goodbye. I finished the remaining drink, clear the bottles and bowls, and put in the kitchen. We retired together in our room; we took off our clothes and closed my eyes. Ayah began massaging my chest which ignited my switches to energize the power. As we explored each other bodies while closing our eyes, without saying a word; we heard the electrified Mike and Lina’s lovemaking at the other room; whining, swearing which made the house quite agitated.

We continued exploring our bodies while listening to them, the liquor on our bodies worked well and made us heightened our desires to copulate. I lifted Ayah’s left leg while she’s lying face up, and moved my hand to her erected breasts. With my side view position, I entered and exploded without a word, silent scream of satisfaction, controlled not to make a sound but I bit Ayah’s skin.

I was accepted as a waiter through the recommendation of Michael Luna. We were together all throughout our jobs and leisure hours. We became close to each other; my new best friend. But as a saying, "No matter what the differences, friendship still prevails."

We separated from Luna’s house and rented a room near the bridge of San Francisco, Del Monte in Quezon City. It’s located near the famous restaurant, “Australian Chicken & Ribs”, with a multicolored neon lights signage and kangaroo as a logo, not far from Mike Luna’s house. The room was not so spacious, just for the two people; we lived in a meager subsistence.

“Pareng Marc, after our duty hours, we’re going to Ermita district. Isn’t it you want to see this beautiful place?”

“Okay my friend, beautiful huh?”

“Ohhh, yeaaaahhh!” Mike said with sarcastic gesture.

We travelled from Frisco up to Quiapo, then, from Quiapo to Pasay City near Harrison Street; entered a small road going to Roxas Boulevard. We stopped at the damaged building with red lights all over the place. Mike talked to a man and gave some money while I observed the area.

“Come Marco, my friend said, in a minute, the show will start.” What show, I asked myself, just nodded without a word, followed Mike inside, and we seated near the ring. I thought at first, this was just a boxing bout, like my job before, I remembered those days. I patted Mike’s shoulder and said, “What show is this?”

“Just wait and the show will start now. Just focus my friend...” Mike said without moving his head.

The place was filled with male audience, willing and eager for the show to start. The dimmed red lights started to blinks in different direction, including the two search lights positioned at the corner of the ring. The music began in a slow tune when a woman appeared from behind the curtain. She must be in her early twenties, white skin, long hair and slender body structure. She’s wearing a transparent robe, which her naked body showed in full. She danced to the tune of the music that made her movements more pronounced, while enticing the audience with her gyrating motion. She approached the metal pole at the center of the stage. She clamped her left leg to the pole and started to undress. Again, the beat of the music changed from slow to a more rapid routine. She released her body to the pole and lie down in a covered bed. A male counterpart started to approached her at the bed, wearing only brief. But, he went to the pole facing back to the woman in bed. He held the pole tightly that exudes his manliness through his muscles. The show continued as what the audience had expected, and finished with a kiss.

I looked at Mike beside me; his focus was truly devoid of distraction while holding his pocket, “Mike the show’s finished.”

“Marco, you like the show friend?”

“Very much my friend, but we need to release this...well, we’ll drink first before going home, okay? We have to release this with our lovey-dovey for more satisfaction. This time of the year, my urge rises to its peak!! Wheeeew, the best!! Okay let’s go Marc!”

We took a taxi cab going to Ermita area and find a beerhouse to drink. We entered the small bar, ordered a case of beer and two orders of beef steaks. We settled at the corner table and waited for our food and beers. A beautiful woman approached us asking if we liked to be paired with ladies, while enjoying the night. “No, thank you.” Mike answered flatly.

Mike started his usual antics, telling me stories about the show, about some beautiful girls, and anything that came from his mind. He’s such a talker, a salesman, a mediator, a joker, a playboy...the lists were endless. Around eleven in the evening, we went home quite groggy with a case of beer. We stopped at Mike’s house first and knocking at the door.

“Love Lina, open the door please….” Mike’s calling Lina. Nobody answered. “Love… Lina, hurry, open the door!!” Lina opened the door, greeted us, “What happened Marc?” I carried Mike to his room while Lina prepared hot water and hand towel.

“Mareng Lina, I’m going home...bye...bye...see you tomorrow...”

“Bye Pare, thank you.”

I walked home alone, but I vomited when I reached the Frisco bridge, got my handkerchief and wiped my mouth. I really had to exert my remaining energy to be in the house. The darkness of the night came nearer to my vision and exploding in all directions, everything within my vision kept on moving and the world's fading. I felt the warm hand towel on my face. I opened my eyes. Ayah’s face lightened my feeling of assurance that I am alive.

“Marc, are you alright now?”

I nodded and took a deep breath, “Can you give me noodle soup?”

“I already cooked some, I’ll get it.” Ayah stood up, went to the kitchen and came back. “Don’t move, I will be the one to feed my baby.”

“Oh, come on...give me the bowl, I’m so hungry...” I gulped the noodle soup in an instant and drank cold water, “Ayah, love, kindly give me a cup of coffee...extra strong. Ayah, what time is it now? What happened to me?”

“You know Marco Fernando; I went to the restaurant and asked about you and Mike, because Lina was worried that you two will spend much time and money drinking again. So, I waited you, to tell you something...the Barangay night-watcher brought you home. Marc, we need money for...our future...don't spend too much...”

“And, what you want to tell me?” I answered Ayah in a serious tone.

“I went to Barangay clinic for check-up because I have doubt about my monthly menstrual cycle. It’s positive Marc, I’m pregnant!”

The sudden excitement within me flowed like wild flowers blossoming under the moonlight, slowly opening its petals to say, “I am for what I am! I’m a father now!”

In my mind, being a father was the greatest gift from God, a love that you can extend your innermost feeling to your son or daughter and to your loving wife. It’s not really a responsibility but an obligation to care, love and provide them for their future. Nevertheless, as a father, you conformed to your maturity, determination, knowledge and your whole personality to embrace your son or daughter, or children into the right path of living. If you’re lacking the sense of discipline to sacrifice for them, then, and only then, you have no right to be called a father.


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  2. When I was a kid, I told myself that I have to learn how to speak tagalog so I can find a job in manila.

  3. Wow, pregnancy is a nice development in this story.

  4. Aww, so sweet - its so nice when a man is so glad to be a father. :)


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