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Nagbibilang ako ng mga hakbang ko paalis sa lugar na yun. Hanggang ngayon, hindi ko pa rin matanggap na wala na sila.
Sobrang sakit, pero kailangan kung kayanin.
It's been, one month since they died.
My parents died because of an accident.
May nabangga kasi silang bus nang pauwi. Maraming namatay sa aksidenteng iyon kabilang na ang mga magulang ko.
I didn't put any blame, because it was no one's fault. No one wanted that accident.
No one.
I sigh remembering those saddest moment in my life.
Gusto ko pa namang makasama sila ng matagal.
But, God already had them.
Pauwi na ako galing sa cemetery kung saan sila nakalibing, araw-araw ko silang binibisita, kasi hanggang ngayon hindi ko pa rin matanggap.
Im still counting my step, when someone called me...
"Miss!"
Agad akong napalingon.
And I saw a tall guy, and I think his between 18 or 19 years old.
He's kinda cute.
"Bakit?"
I simply ask.
"Wala naman. Napansin ko kasing araw-araw kang pumupunta dito."
"Ah. Ganun ba?"
I continue to walk, at naramdaman kong sumunod sya sa akin.
"Pupunta ka ba ulit dito bukas?"
I heard him ask.
"Why do you ask?"
"Wala naman. Araw-araw din kase ako dito. Im visiting... someone."
I felt the sadness in his voice.
"Oh."
Tanging sabi ko na lang.
"By the way, Im Ethan. And you are?"
His back to his jolly attitude.
"Felice."
I simply said.
I don't want to talk, but I can't help myself answering his questions.
Palabas na kami ng cemetery ng mag-iba sya ng daan.
"Bye Felice! Hope to see you, again!"
Hindi pa ako nakakapagsalita ng naglakad na sya palayo, nagkibit-balikat na lang ako.
At dahil hindi pa naman pasukan, I decided to visit my parents grave.
"Oh! Hi, Felice!"
Bati sa akin ng pamilyar na boses.
"Ethan?"
He just smile.
"Sino nga pala binibisita mo dito?"
"My parents."
Hindi ko na sya pinansin at pumunta na sa puntod nila Mommy at Daddy.
Katulad nung nakaraan, nakasabay ko ding lumabas si Ethan.
Nagkwentuhan lang kami ng kung anu-anong mga bagay, at natutuwa akong kausap sya.
Nawawala ang lungkot ko kapag tumatawa sya. Sa maikling panahon na nakilalala ko sya.
I started to get fond of him.
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Until one day, this is my last visit because Im flying back to New York, for my studies.
While visiting my parents grave, saying my goodbyes.
I saw a little boy and an old woman, the boy was crying and so the woman.
Sa hindi malamang dahilan, naglakad ako palapit sa kanila. Rinig ko ang iyak ng batang lalaki at nakita ko ang tahimik na pagluha ng matandang babae.
It's really painful, to lose someone.
I've been there, that's why I know their pains and tears.
"WAAAAAAAH!"
Patuloy na iyak ng bata.
"Dylan, that's enough.. hindi nya magugustuhan kapag malungkot ka."
Rinig kong sabi ng ginang.
"Hi."
Bati ko sa kanila.
Lumingon naman sila sa akin.
"Bakit Miss?"
"Ahm. Wala naman po. Sobrang mahal nyo po sigurong yung taong yun, kaya nalulungkot kayo ng ganyan."
I don't know what to do, ni hindi ko nga alam kung bakit ako lumapit sa kanila.
"Yes, he is. I love him! I love my son."
Out of curiousity, I ask her.
"Would you mind, Maam if I ask, kung anong ikinamatay ng anak nyo?"
Ngumiti naman ito pero, I saw pain in her eyes.
"A vehicle accident."
"Ow, like my parents."
Nasabi ko na lang.
Sa hindi sinasadya, napatingin ko sa puntod.
~ ETHAN FERRER ~
I also saw his birth and death.
The date of his death was same as my parents.
I suddenly felt cold.
I remember him.
Their n–name..
"Ah, Ma'am... can I see the picture of your... s– son?"
I know it's unnecessary but I want to make sure.
Nagtataka man, tumango ang ginang.
Pero, tumingin sa akin ang bata.
"I have a picture of Kuya, here oh."
Sabay abot nya sa akin ng isang picture.
As I held the picture in my trembling hand... I felt...
"Nakasakay sa naaksidenteng bus yung anak ko, two months ago. Nagkabanggaan nito ang isang kotseng may mag-asawang nakasakay."
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| B E L L A A M O R 9 7 |
