Promise (One shot)

Promise     

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Sacred word            

When I was 9 years old my grandma used to tell us stories about sacred word. That God lives within words, so we must never Lie. What a nice thought right? Yeah. . . .The sacred word is the word we always say to the person when we are happy or sad, in pain and etc.  

Tandang tanda ko pa, like it was just yesterday.          

***Past          

"Mica. . .Jomar. Do you know God?"        

"Opo Grandma." sabay naming sagot ni Jomar.        

Nasa may garden kami, ngayon kasi ay naku-kwento si grandma ng about kay God. Mahilig ang lola ko na magstory telling at siyempre mahilig din naman akong makinig ng mga story niya. Lahat kasi ng mga story niya, e may mga values or moral lessons.    

Nakaupo si lola sa isang rocking chair, samantalang kami ni Jomar ay sa damuhan lang nakaupo.

"Did you know that God lives within words?"    

"Within words?" tanong ni Jomar.

"Yes, So you must never lie." nakangiting sambit ni grandma.    

"Grandma, does God live in my words too?" curious kung tanong.    

Tumawa saglit si lola, "Of course. God lives in everybodies word."      

Pagkasabi noon ni Lola ay biglang tumayo si Jomar at lumapit sakin. Hinawakan niya yung kamay ko.      

"Then, kahit na lilipat kami sa malayo, Mica I'll definitely return. And then I Will Marry You, Mica!"    

"Eh? Marry me? Bakit?"     

"Because I really love you! It's a promise!"    

Tapos noon nag pinky promise kami.            

Nginitian ko siya, "Okay! It's a promise."      

****end                  

*****ChIiIiIng....*****        

"Grandma, I'm home." he smiled, "I'm sorry for being so late, I really miss your stories. I wish I could hear them again."          

. . . After 9 years, the boy returned as a man.. . .                

"Okay!" Lumingon siya sakin. "Now that I'm done greeting Grandma, once again...."                     . . .

But from his mouth. . . .                      

"I'm home, Mica."                

. . . That promise was never mentioned.              

Nakakalungkot isipin na baka nakalimutan niya yung mga salitang binitawan niya sa harap ni grandma. Ang sakit sa dibdib. . .hindi ako makahinga, after 9 years bumalik siya dito galing America na di man lang nababanget ang promise na sinabi niya. Gusto kong umiyak, pero para saan pa?. . . .                  

"Welcome home, Jomar."