The Greek philosopher Plato said, "Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything."
Vhea, an eighteen-year-old city girl, had an inkling that partneri...
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August 20, 2015 Thursday, 9:31 PM
Halos ilang minuto na rin kaming tahimik simula nang makalabas kami sa kotse at ma-upo sa isang may kataasang upuan na gawa sa semento, kaharap ang isang payapang lawa.
Walang ibang tao sa lugar kung 'di kami lang.
"Earl, I'm sorry." My eyes started to blur, as my sight was still focusing at the small silent lake.
I'm afraid to face him. . . I can't face him.
"Bakit ka umalis nang hindi nagpa-paalam? Do you really have to leave me? Alam mo ba kung gaano kasakit, na pag-gising ko sa umaga, malalaman ko na lang na wala ka na?"
Even if my face was not facing his, I started to hear his soft sobs. His words were like a bundle of swords, gently penetrated all over my body-specially on my heart.
And after that, my tears can't stay any longer on my eyes. . . It was ultimately dropping, precisely like how some of the leaves falls on the olive tree, standing on the side where we sat.
"M-Masakit din p-para sa'kin, Earl," I slowly uttered, setting aside the fact that I have no rights to say that.
Pareho man kaming nasaktan, alam kong ako pa rin ang rason kaya't nasaktan kami pareho.
"Why did you leave me, then? Bakit mo'ko binitawan?"
Bakas sa boses niya ang halong sakit at galit. Napayuko ako at napakapit nang mahigpit sa aking damit para maiwasang humagulhol.
"Kailangan kitang bitawan, not because I want to, but because I need to. It's not just because I don't have any other choice, but because it's also somehow a win-win decision for the both of us. See? Umalis ako, bumalik ang pandinig mo."
"Really? I'm one of the choice, Vhea! Why can't you just accept the fact, na kaya mo'ko hindi pinaglaban dahil nagda-dalawang-isip ka sa'kin? You're hesitating to choose me, because I'm just a fucking deaf back then!"
"'Wag mo'kong pagsasabihan ng ganiyan, Earl, ni kahit minsan, hindi ko pinaramdam sa'yo noon that you have a disability. Did I doubted you? No. Kasi naniniwala ako sa'yo. Kahit na napapagod na ang kamay ko minsan sa pagsusulat, hindi ako nagreklamo. Kahit ilang beses akong nag-adjust, did you get a piece of complain from me? No. Ayos lang sa'kin, dahil mahal kita."
"Pero iniwan mo pa rin ako."
"My Dad killed your Mom, and he's the reason, why you're suffering, why you've experienced to be a person who looses his ability to hear, at kung ba't muntik na rin kayong mamatay ng Papa mo. Kotse ni Papa ang nakabungguan niyo noong gabing na-aksidente kay--"
"Who said that?"
"D-Dad," I stuttered, " Earl I'm s-sorry, I'm really r-really sorry. S-Sorry kung ngayon k-ko lang 'to nasabi, h-hindi ko kasi alam k-kung anong gagawin ko n-noon. Gulong-gulo a-ako no'n."
