A Letter To Aya, 1970

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by mariangmalaya

by mariangmalaya

I'M Kate. My Dad has a liver cancer. I am his attending nurse while my older sister is his doctor. Gituyo namo nga anhi siyas balay para maatiman namog ayo. He's sleeping. I am cleaning his cabinet when an old box caught my attention. Giputos ug black nga panyo. Out of curiosity, I opened it and I found a letter and a ring.

"Love? It has nothing to do with me until I met her. I was totally broken. I was a big mess! Attention seeker. Troublemaker. Blacksheep of the family. Walwal diri. Walwal didto. Mabuntagan ug uli pirmi. Gibaliwala ko sa balay. Mura kog hangin sa ilang panan-aw. I studied fine arts because I love to not considering sa gusto sa akoang parents. They want me to become a doctor. Ipasanay kuno ilang lahi. Dili nako ma-imagine kung naa ko sa medical field. I love arts maong akong gi-pursue bisag tutol akong family. Tanan nakong kasakit nila akong gitago. Wala koy mashare-ran. My way of expressing it is through art. Yeah! My comforter.

Until, I met a girl named Aya, my human diary, my love. We were classmate. She knows all my pain. She was always there for me. Simple ra siya nga babae. She knows how to value money. Amoang date? Happy nami anhas kilid sa baybayon or sa park. Nagtipid mi sa amoang allowance para makasave in the future. Before knowing Aya, I don't know what love means to me. Wala nako na-feel na sa akoang pamilya. I was really numb. She taught me everything. I learned to value and respect myself. In short, she changed me, a lot. I love her so much more than she did.

Ni-graduate me with flying colors. Nagbunga amoang paningkamot. I proposed to her. She said yes! We plan to build our dream house and a big and happy family. Nagsabot sad mi nga mag-open ug Gallery para sa among mga artwork. Through thick and thin nag-uban mi. Planado na ang kasal pero nahugno akong kalibutan pagkahibawo nako nga naa siyay Stage 4 cancer. My Dad was her doctor. Yes! Ok nami nilang Daddy. Nadawat na nila nga dili jud doctor akoang gusto. All is well na unta.

Nganong siya paman? Always nako siyang gi-encourage nga maayo ra siya. Every minute, i prayed for her recovery. My Dad gave her the medications needed for her chemotheraphy. Sakit makita nga naghinay-hinay na ug kalagas iyang buhok pero wala koy makita nga kagool sa iyahang nawng. She remains positive and jolly.

Until, I woke up in the morning nga wala na siya. She left me! Wala na siya! Unfair kaayo ka! Magpakasal pa ta Love. Ako nalang unta to! I was depressed. Frustrated. Dili ko kadawat! I cried all night. Walay kaon-kaon. I drunk as much as I can. Everyday nako siya hatdan ug flowers sa iyang tomb.

Woking up everyday is the most painful thing knowing nga dili na nako siya makita. Please, heal me my love. I need you. I miss you so much. My Aya, my greatest love, you are my favorite masterpiece, always. Pirmi nakong gakson imong portrait everytime matog ko imagining nga ikaw to.

Wait for me. I love you!

Love, John."

My heart beats faster upon reading my Dad's letter not knowing nga nag-anam-anam nasad ug tagak akong luha. Sa back portion sa letter naay nakasuwat nga,

"Aya's First Death Anniversary, August 08, 1970."

All this time gitago ni niya. Literally, my mom wasn't his first love! Now i know nganong dili sila magkasinabot. I blamed Dad and hated him so much for my mom's death due to car accident. I hugged him. I felt sorry for my Dad. Na-guilty ko. Confused. Ambot. The next morning, we found him lifeless on his own bed.

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Date Originally Published: May 16, 2020 (Saturday)

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