Tuesday, July 18, 2006
there was
The Bridges to NAIA Airport
Friday night, 2005.
I got drunk--sooooo drunk. I couldn't manage to go home alone. I told him he could just leave me there, I wanted to be with myself. Besides, he's not under any obligation to look after me, it was my decision to drink. I should be able to handle myself.
I got drunk--sooooo drunk. I couldn't manage to go home alone. I told him he could just leave me there, I wanted to be with myself. Besides, he's not under any obligation to look after me, it was my decision to drink. I should be able to handle myself.
Well, I didn't want to think of anything else that time. I didn't care if something bad would happen to me. And he didn't have to worry about me. I was giving up on life! All I wanna do that night was forget everything and just vanish into nothingness!
He asked for my parents' number. He said he would call them. He would ask them or anyone home to pick me up. He would stay with me until somebody arrives and he would explain them everything. He would make sure nothing bad will happen to me--that he couldn't just leave me all by myself because I'd already taken too much alcohol. He would take care of me.
I told him plainly that my parents were in Tarlac--that I was all alone here in Manila. I had NO one! I could handle myself and he could just leave me there.
But I saw him dialing numbers on his phone. Then I heard him talking to his mom. He was asking her to fetch us from where we were. I heard him explaining that he'll be taking me to their house. I was drunk then but hadn't yet totally lost my consciousness. I heard that they had a little argument--he was explaining the situation. He insisted I'd stay in their house over the night--that he had to take care of me. I knew it. His words are fresh from my memory, "Ma, she will only go home until she gets better! Ok?" There was firmness in his voice.
His mom arrived. It wasn't the first time she'd seen me. He'd introduced me to her before. Anyway, I had to get into the car but I was so drunk I couldn't even stand up from where I was seated. He held me in his arms and helped me get inside the car. We seated at the back. On our way, he moved me to lean over his shoulders to comfort me because I was already sobbing. I was so angry with the world!
I really didn't know and I didn't mind where I was going. But I felt that I was safe in his arms.
We got into their house. He directed me to his room. When I finally managed to sit on his bed, he knelt before me--his hands on my face and his eyes straight to mine-- and told me where I was. He said I would have to stay there for the mean time, until I'd get better. He showed me where the shower was, the towels I could use, and all the things I needed that night. Then, he said the sweetest "good night" I'd ever heard. He slept outside.
The next morning I woke up wondering where I was. I was trying to gather my thoughts when someone knocked on the door. I opened it and it was his mom. She helped me remember the things that happened the night before. Then she introduced me to his dad--an air force general. We had a short conversation before he (his dad) left for work. It was nice chatting to his dad.
His mom had prepared everything for me that morning--from my breakfast meal to all the things I'd need to take a bath. She even prepared some clothes I could use. I felt treated like a princess.
She called him to join me while I was eating breakfast--he was upstairs. I nearly froze to death when I saw him. His face was so beautiful--so charming! I felt like the earth stopped spinning from its axis--my eyes were locked into his. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I couldn't believe it was real nor could I even say a word! He broke the silence by asking how I was--if I was already feeling better. He told me I was drunk the night before, I could no longer handle myself so he brought me there. I managed to utter the word, "Yes."
So we had our breakfast together. We talked about plans--the best possible steps I could do next. But I wasn't paying so much attention to what he was saying. I was savoring each moment. Inside my mind were thoughts of not seeing him again--that that would be our final moment together. After that, everything will be uncertain between us. I'd be facing my life again.
I knew there wasn't an "us"--there's nothing going on between me and him. However, I couldn't ignore that there was something strange going on-- maybe, it was the situation or maybe it was me, and him.
He asked for my parents' number. He said he would call them. He would ask them or anyone home to pick me up. He would stay with me until somebody arrives and he would explain them everything. He would make sure nothing bad will happen to me--that he couldn't just leave me all by myself because I'd already taken too much alcohol. He would take care of me.
I told him plainly that my parents were in Tarlac--that I was all alone here in Manila. I had NO one! I could handle myself and he could just leave me there.
But I saw him dialing numbers on his phone. Then I heard him talking to his mom. He was asking her to fetch us from where we were. I heard him explaining that he'll be taking me to their house. I was drunk then but hadn't yet totally lost my consciousness. I heard that they had a little argument--he was explaining the situation. He insisted I'd stay in their house over the night--that he had to take care of me. I knew it. His words are fresh from my memory, "Ma, she will only go home until she gets better! Ok?" There was firmness in his voice.
His mom arrived. It wasn't the first time she'd seen me. He'd introduced me to her before. Anyway, I had to get into the car but I was so drunk I couldn't even stand up from where I was seated. He held me in his arms and helped me get inside the car. We seated at the back. On our way, he moved me to lean over his shoulders to comfort me because I was already sobbing. I was so angry with the world!
I really didn't know and I didn't mind where I was going. But I felt that I was safe in his arms.
We got into their house. He directed me to his room. When I finally managed to sit on his bed, he knelt before me--his hands on my face and his eyes straight to mine-- and told me where I was. He said I would have to stay there for the mean time, until I'd get better. He showed me where the shower was, the towels I could use, and all the things I needed that night. Then, he said the sweetest "good night" I'd ever heard. He slept outside.
The next morning I woke up wondering where I was. I was trying to gather my thoughts when someone knocked on the door. I opened it and it was his mom. She helped me remember the things that happened the night before. Then she introduced me to his dad--an air force general. We had a short conversation before he (his dad) left for work. It was nice chatting to his dad.
His mom had prepared everything for me that morning--from my breakfast meal to all the things I'd need to take a bath. She even prepared some clothes I could use. I felt treated like a princess.
She called him to join me while I was eating breakfast--he was upstairs. I nearly froze to death when I saw him. His face was so beautiful--so charming! I felt like the earth stopped spinning from its axis--my eyes were locked into his. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I couldn't believe it was real nor could I even say a word! He broke the silence by asking how I was--if I was already feeling better. He told me I was drunk the night before, I could no longer handle myself so he brought me there. I managed to utter the word, "Yes."
So we had our breakfast together. We talked about plans--the best possible steps I could do next. But I wasn't paying so much attention to what he was saying. I was savoring each moment. Inside my mind were thoughts of not seeing him again--that that would be our final moment together. After that, everything will be uncertain between us. I'd be facing my life again.
I knew there wasn't an "us"--there's nothing going on between me and him. However, I couldn't ignore that there was something strange going on-- maybe, it was the situation or maybe it was me, and him.
He was so handsome. I knew I had butterflies on my chest the first time I saw him.
We finished our breakfast and the final moment came--I had to go. His mom's gonna take me to the MRT station. There's only few moments left. I looked straight into his eyes and his was also on mine. I didn't want to go but I had to. He took my hands then he hugged me--and we said our final goodbyes. It was hard trying to keep my tears from falling down my cheeks.
I was crying all the way to the MRT station. With a pat on my back, his mom told me she could feel what I was feeling. She told me I didn't have to feel sad because everything will be all right. She said God will always make sure His plans will take into place, I didn't have to worry. Soon, I'll get to understand why I had to go back--back to you.
We finished our breakfast and the final moment came--I had to go. His mom's gonna take me to the MRT station. There's only few moments left. I looked straight into his eyes and his was also on mine. I didn't want to go but I had to. He took my hands then he hugged me--and we said our final goodbyes. It was hard trying to keep my tears from falling down my cheeks.
I was crying all the way to the MRT station. With a pat on my back, his mom told me she could feel what I was feeling. She told me I didn't have to feel sad because everything will be all right. She said God will always make sure His plans will take into place, I didn't have to worry. Soon, I'll get to understand why I had to go back--back to you.
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(Should I believe her? How come she knew you?)
# posted by Lyn : 10:50 PM
