“Krrrr-ii-nnnnggggg!” The alarm clock rang loudly as if it wanted to sink into Ms. Mijares’ mind. Slowly, she opened her eyes and tried to adjust to the dimness of the room.
“A dream.” She thought. Flashbacks came up, the whispers of admiration, whines, bodies entwining. She couldn’t help but fancy for it to be true. God knows how much she was willing to give up just to be lost in the man’s embrace once again. Then she felt a warm hand on her stomach, it wasn’t hers.
“Did you sleep well?” The man asked her flirtatiously, as he stroke Ms. Mijares’ hair. She turned to see if she really heard someone , and he was there, half-naked, sharing the bed with her. The carpenter, the man whom, in the darkness, she turned to , the man who made her flesh leap.
“I must be going, I’ll be late for work,” She struggled to get on her feet and absent-mindedly went inside the shower. She tried to conceal the panic that was creeping in her. “If you’re hungry just help yourself and get whatever you want from the kitchen.” She added, just before turning the shower on. She was shuddering, not because the water was cold but because what just happened wasn’t a dream but a reality. Then, her panic turned into nauseating happiness, her qualms were washed away as the water flowed through her body.
Thrilled, Ms. Mijares dressed up hurriedly and fervently looked for her man. Yet, he was nowhere to be found. She got her things and headed out, wondering.
At the office, she went directly to the shanty. Ato, her foreman, approached her with a bemused look. “Down here early Ms. Mijares?” he commented.
“I just wanted to check if things are okay in here, Ato,” she babbled while her eyes wandered around. “Are all the workers here now?”
“Why of course Ms. Mijares, they’re all here. Are you looking for someone in particular?” He interrogated.
Blushing, Ms. Mijares smiled and replied, “No ,just making sure.” She went back into her office, dismayed, while her mind was full of questioning thoughts.
Time passed and Ms. Mijares never heard a word from the carpenter. The man who snatched her virginity and showed her what she was missing. Every night came as a burden to her, knowing that she would long for his hands and the flame that they lit as he felt and caressed her. She felt used, taken for granted and juvenile; still, she wanted him to feel her once more. Then, the encounter came.
The sky was murky; clouds covered the night and the rain was hammering hard. She got into a jeepney, half-hoping she’d be lost again. “How are you, Ms. Mijares?” A familiar voice startled her.
“Mama, stop the jeep please.” She hurried out and walked as fast as she could. She was soaked and cold, tears of resentment and desire fell from her eyes. Then she felt a strong grasp on her arms.
“Where are you going? Why are you running away?” Finally, they were face to face. The man’s eyes made her drown into a pool of passion. He unleashed the emotions that were deep inside of her.
“How dare you ask me that! Don’t you think I should be the one asking these questions? Where did you go, you user!” She shouted, quivering. The man looked at her straight in the eyes, held her hand and sighed. “Don’t you dare touch me again! What would you do, say sorry and expect me to forgive you just like that?!” She was really crying hard, every word made her tremble.
“I got scared. I’m not asking you to forgive but you have to listen to me.” His eyes were red, tears were beginning to form. “I thought things happened too fast. There was too much passion, too much attraction. I didn’t know if I could handle it, I got scared that I might screw things up,” He explained with full emotion. “I’m sorry that I was such a coward, but please… give me the CHANCE.”
They looked into each other’s eyes. The rain poured with much vigor, the whole world turned into darkness. The wind blew hard, as the rain kissed the ground ardently, water and earth became one. The moon wasn’t there, but tomorrow, the sun will shine to give light to their lost hearts…
-The End-
