The vodka though strong is sweet and heady like Miguelita’s loneliness. Matt poured more of the vodka and add tonic to Miguelita’s glass. The conversation becomes more bold and dangerous… Miguelita not his usual self become more loquacious and Matt more loudly. Something with alcohol really makes people feel good about themselves or at least makes you forget for a brief moment the loneliness of living.
Hahahahaha… How could you be so mean going around and breaking everyone’s heart you dirty young man… Miguelita replied loudly to Matt who looks proud and red with the alcohol.
Well… what can I do… I’m blessed with 3G … He replied as he puts on his hand under his chin and stared longingly at Miguelita.
What’s 3G? Miguelita asked the young nurse as he sips on the bluish mixture of alcohol.
Oh it’s God’s Given Gift… Matt replied and sucks in his breath to make his chest bigger.
Hahahahahahahaha… The drunk and flirty --- Miguelita laugh.
IF LOVE IS BLIND… I’D FIND MY WAY WITH YOU… CAUSE I CAN’T SEE MYSELF… NOW I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU… Nene tries to mimic Tifanny on the karaoke and declared to his audience that he don’t like finishing it. And he wondered why the people left… He glances around to see the guest saying goodbyes to Boyet. Then he looks on to his list of songs he reserved on the “Magic Sing”.
Goodbye and thank you Nene… It’s a wonderful night though we love to sing too… but it’s your 30th song and we are bored… goodbye… Nene’s unknown bitch friend sarcastically say goodbye to him.
The loud coffee shop a while ago is now quite, except for some smirk, and occasional laugh from the dark corners for dark deeds. The gamblers are on their last league of their bets… the alcohols are consumed, the food feasted and vomited already by the guest. After that brief moment of revelry the coffee shop once again become silent watching the remaining guest, Matt and Miguelita in the corner with another bottle of vodka. Nene is laughing beside Boyet like a guest relation officer. Silent as it seems the coffee shop is the only witness to everything that happened to the resident gays and their lonely existence. The birthday party is successful.
The morning sun glares at the side mirror of Cirilo’s car. He put on his sun glasses and continues to drive, He’s been driving for hours now since he left the city early in the morning. It would be another more hour to reach the town. He pushed the button on the car’s player and “Secret Garden” by Bruce Springsteen played. He glances at the bouquet of roses and a box in a pink wrapper with gold ribbons, beside the teddy bear his son left on his car. A smile escapes from his lips as he remembers the hot red thong he bought for himself to surprise Miguelita. Guiltily he tried to erase from his mind how he misses their past anniversaries.
“You’ve gone a million miles… how far’d you get… to that place you can’t remember…
And you can’t forget”… Bruce Springteen’s sadly continues his song on the car’s player.
The familiar spike of the town’s chapel can be seen now as Cirilo swiftly swerve a curve that would leads to the sleepy town. He parks his car in front of the coffee shop. He dislodges his baggage from the car and quickly snatches the flowers and the gift and wonders why the coffee shop is still closed. It’s already 10 in the morning and the chaos of last night’s affair was still unattended. He didn’t mind it as he opens the gate that leads to Migulita’s house at the back of the coffee shop.
The house is quite as he creeps at the back of the house. Strangely Miguelita is still sleeping which he is not usually because he always wakes up early. He quietly opens the back door and put his bag and stuffs by the kitchen’s table. He washes his hand and looks himself at the mirror then he opens the bag and gets a small black box, he then opens the box and smiles at the glittery red sequenced thong and a red bow tie. Then he shed his clothing off and he slaps his ligamental manhood to make it a little bit erect before he puts on the skimpy outfit and muffled a laugh a he watch himself at the mirror by the kitchen. He adjusted the red bow tie and casually brushes his hair by his hand. He reached for the bouquet and the pink box then he practices his pose in presenting himself to his gay lover.
He creeps quietly on the bedroom and open the door slightly enough for him to see Miguelita’s face sleeping like beauty in the fairy tales. Cirilo smiles as he proceeds to open the door completely… THADA!!!
He drops the flower and the box with a loud thud…
Sleeping and embracing on Miguelita’s thigh is a man he doesn’t know…
The colors of the morning suddenly change as if dark clouds are covering the sun… Cirilo’s face becomes red; red like the thong he’s wearing. Miguelita hearing the thud of the box wakes up. As if torched by fire all the alcohol in his body evaporated and he sprang from his deep slumber and looks at Cirilo. No words come out from his mouth he pushes Matt with his feet that topples the young nurse out of bed. Cirilo ran to the young nurse who still groggy from alcohol and punched him hard again and again. Miguelita covers his eyes as he cried.
Like a long tracking shot in muted silence… the scene that follows includes a boxing match of Cirilo and Matt… of course Matt fled in defeat. Miguelita in the corner begging forgiveness from the man he adores. Cirilo who cannot afford to hurt Miguelita pack his bag and put in his clothing. He went out as Miguelita sobbing for forgiveness like a child who just lost his mother. He clutches to Cirilo’s legs and hold on to it like the earth is opening to gobble him up. Cirilo firm but defeated continued to walk and slams the door to prevent Miguelita from following him, he walks faster in the driveway. Miguelita covered in bed sheet ran after him. Cirilo slams the car and drive … Miguelita continues to run crying. Cirilo drives… tears is building on his eyes as he see Miguelita running after him on the rear view mirror but still he continues to drive… Miguelita finally cannot catch up with the car and he falls on his knees and cried forgetting that he’s naked. Like the world has stop and the wind makes everything in slow motion.... Miguelita cried and cried… oblivious to the people that look at him like watching a soap opera… they laughed and grinned.
From a not so distant in the highway’s corner Cirilo stops the car and finally he cried.
Months passed…
Hey friend… here you drink this soup it’s good for you… Nene asked Miguelita lovingly to eat.
Miguelita with bulging dark eyes stared at Nene and blankly tears falls down. His eyes are like a dying ember, not a glow of his previous happiness is gone. Like a lonesome vanquished queen our heroine stares blankly to Nene. There were no words to say. No explanation needed. No comforting gesture can ease the emptiness. He is very exhausted. His journey finally ends. The passion is finally consummated. He doesn’t feel like living anymore. Selfish as it seems friends cannot help us when we lose something so dearly to us. Miguelita with knowing abandon knows that it’s the end. He continued to stare at Nene as tears flow out of his eyes. The house itself and the coffee shop suddenly became drab as if life is drained out of it. The pigments crack and lose its brilliance knowing that their owner has losing its will to live.
It was the morning of Friday when Nene and Boyet visits Miguelita’s house. He’s so worried now it’s been six months that Miguelita didn’t work and never went out. He already called to Cirilo a lot of times, he even wrote letters but all in vain. He knows that there’s nothing he could do about it. So he and Boyet went to Miguelita’s house to check on him. The house is dirty; the once lively house is dead. The spirit of the house is tired. They went to Miguelita’s bedroom; it is dark. All the curtains and windows are closed except the bathroom’s door where a split of light comes out. Dust seeps trough the light making strange swirls in the air. Nene called on to Miguelita thinking his in the bathroom. Boyet proceeded to open the curtains and the windows; a draft of strong wind suddenly blows hard as if a giant is exhaling when Boyet opens the windows. The sunlight brightens Miguelita’s room. Nene hurried to the bathroom and found no one but a spider busy making her web by the bathroom’s small window. He went out again and looks at Boyet who was staring at Miguelita’s bed. Nene looks at the bed. The bed looks wet as if a gallon of slimy glue is splashed on it and the middle of it is a strange device that they never saw before. (Of course it’s a coffee maker) On the device is a note in Miguelita’s hand writing. Nene picks it up and tears fall on his left check.
No one knows where Miguelita went. He just disappears as if the house eats him. They asked a lot of people but the people didn’t bother. Only Nene and Boyet remember Miguelita whom they made a small mound as symbol of his disappearance.
Sunday late morning at Franco’s residence a knock echoed through the hallway. The wife shouted to the husband. Hon… Hon… Hon… please the door… I’m cooking. In the living room Cirilo bends and stand up as he touches his young sons head to excuse himself putting the tower on the black tile on the chess board. They were playing chess two against one.
Coming… Cirilo shouts to who it might be by the doorway.
He opens the door. Nene and Boyet are standing there with poker face. Nene is holding a box and gives the box to Cirilo. Cirilo smiles to the couple… though he wants to invite the two inside; Nene just smirked at him, takes the hand of Boyet and they go away. Cirilo looks at them quizzically… then he looks at the box. There was a small note… “from Miguelita.” He looks at his back if his wife is somewhere, knowing that she’s busy He hurriedly went upstairs to his study room and opens the box quickly. There he found the coffee maker and the note. He reads the note and sobs…
Hey dad… why are you crying? His son asked him.
Surprised he instantly suppressed his sobs and pretended that a dust caught in his eyes and he stands up put the note on the box carefully and urges the kids to come with him and they will continue playing.
The note reads'...
Hahahahaha… How could you be so mean going around and breaking everyone’s heart you dirty young man… Miguelita replied loudly to Matt who looks proud and red with the alcohol.
Well… what can I do… I’m blessed with 3G … He replied as he puts on his hand under his chin and stared longingly at Miguelita.
What’s 3G? Miguelita asked the young nurse as he sips on the bluish mixture of alcohol.
Oh it’s God’s Given Gift… Matt replied and sucks in his breath to make his chest bigger.
Hahahahahahahaha… The drunk and flirty --- Miguelita laugh.
IF LOVE IS BLIND… I’D FIND MY WAY WITH YOU… CAUSE I CAN’T SEE MYSELF… NOW I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU… Nene tries to mimic Tifanny on the karaoke and declared to his audience that he don’t like finishing it. And he wondered why the people left… He glances around to see the guest saying goodbyes to Boyet. Then he looks on to his list of songs he reserved on the “Magic Sing”.
Goodbye and thank you Nene… It’s a wonderful night though we love to sing too… but it’s your 30th song and we are bored… goodbye… Nene’s unknown bitch friend sarcastically say goodbye to him.
The loud coffee shop a while ago is now quite, except for some smirk, and occasional laugh from the dark corners for dark deeds. The gamblers are on their last league of their bets… the alcohols are consumed, the food feasted and vomited already by the guest. After that brief moment of revelry the coffee shop once again become silent watching the remaining guest, Matt and Miguelita in the corner with another bottle of vodka. Nene is laughing beside Boyet like a guest relation officer. Silent as it seems the coffee shop is the only witness to everything that happened to the resident gays and their lonely existence. The birthday party is successful.
The morning sun glares at the side mirror of Cirilo’s car. He put on his sun glasses and continues to drive, He’s been driving for hours now since he left the city early in the morning. It would be another more hour to reach the town. He pushed the button on the car’s player and “Secret Garden” by Bruce Springsteen played. He glances at the bouquet of roses and a box in a pink wrapper with gold ribbons, beside the teddy bear his son left on his car. A smile escapes from his lips as he remembers the hot red thong he bought for himself to surprise Miguelita. Guiltily he tried to erase from his mind how he misses their past anniversaries.
“You’ve gone a million miles… how far’d you get… to that place you can’t remember…
And you can’t forget”… Bruce Springteen’s sadly continues his song on the car’s player.
The familiar spike of the town’s chapel can be seen now as Cirilo swiftly swerve a curve that would leads to the sleepy town. He parks his car in front of the coffee shop. He dislodges his baggage from the car and quickly snatches the flowers and the gift and wonders why the coffee shop is still closed. It’s already 10 in the morning and the chaos of last night’s affair was still unattended. He didn’t mind it as he opens the gate that leads to Migulita’s house at the back of the coffee shop.
The house is quite as he creeps at the back of the house. Strangely Miguelita is still sleeping which he is not usually because he always wakes up early. He quietly opens the back door and put his bag and stuffs by the kitchen’s table. He washes his hand and looks himself at the mirror then he opens the bag and gets a small black box, he then opens the box and smiles at the glittery red sequenced thong and a red bow tie. Then he shed his clothing off and he slaps his ligamental manhood to make it a little bit erect before he puts on the skimpy outfit and muffled a laugh a he watch himself at the mirror by the kitchen. He adjusted the red bow tie and casually brushes his hair by his hand. He reached for the bouquet and the pink box then he practices his pose in presenting himself to his gay lover.
He creeps quietly on the bedroom and open the door slightly enough for him to see Miguelita’s face sleeping like beauty in the fairy tales. Cirilo smiles as he proceeds to open the door completely… THADA!!!
He drops the flower and the box with a loud thud…
Sleeping and embracing on Miguelita’s thigh is a man he doesn’t know…
The colors of the morning suddenly change as if dark clouds are covering the sun… Cirilo’s face becomes red; red like the thong he’s wearing. Miguelita hearing the thud of the box wakes up. As if torched by fire all the alcohol in his body evaporated and he sprang from his deep slumber and looks at Cirilo. No words come out from his mouth he pushes Matt with his feet that topples the young nurse out of bed. Cirilo ran to the young nurse who still groggy from alcohol and punched him hard again and again. Miguelita covers his eyes as he cried.
Like a long tracking shot in muted silence… the scene that follows includes a boxing match of Cirilo and Matt… of course Matt fled in defeat. Miguelita in the corner begging forgiveness from the man he adores. Cirilo who cannot afford to hurt Miguelita pack his bag and put in his clothing. He went out as Miguelita sobbing for forgiveness like a child who just lost his mother. He clutches to Cirilo’s legs and hold on to it like the earth is opening to gobble him up. Cirilo firm but defeated continued to walk and slams the door to prevent Miguelita from following him, he walks faster in the driveway. Miguelita covered in bed sheet ran after him. Cirilo slams the car and drive … Miguelita continues to run crying. Cirilo drives… tears is building on his eyes as he see Miguelita running after him on the rear view mirror but still he continues to drive… Miguelita finally cannot catch up with the car and he falls on his knees and cried forgetting that he’s naked. Like the world has stop and the wind makes everything in slow motion.... Miguelita cried and cried… oblivious to the people that look at him like watching a soap opera… they laughed and grinned.
From a not so distant in the highway’s corner Cirilo stops the car and finally he cried.
Months passed…
Hey friend… here you drink this soup it’s good for you… Nene asked Miguelita lovingly to eat.
Miguelita with bulging dark eyes stared at Nene and blankly tears falls down. His eyes are like a dying ember, not a glow of his previous happiness is gone. Like a lonesome vanquished queen our heroine stares blankly to Nene. There were no words to say. No explanation needed. No comforting gesture can ease the emptiness. He is very exhausted. His journey finally ends. The passion is finally consummated. He doesn’t feel like living anymore. Selfish as it seems friends cannot help us when we lose something so dearly to us. Miguelita with knowing abandon knows that it’s the end. He continued to stare at Nene as tears flow out of his eyes. The house itself and the coffee shop suddenly became drab as if life is drained out of it. The pigments crack and lose its brilliance knowing that their owner has losing its will to live.
It was the morning of Friday when Nene and Boyet visits Miguelita’s house. He’s so worried now it’s been six months that Miguelita didn’t work and never went out. He already called to Cirilo a lot of times, he even wrote letters but all in vain. He knows that there’s nothing he could do about it. So he and Boyet went to Miguelita’s house to check on him. The house is dirty; the once lively house is dead. The spirit of the house is tired. They went to Miguelita’s bedroom; it is dark. All the curtains and windows are closed except the bathroom’s door where a split of light comes out. Dust seeps trough the light making strange swirls in the air. Nene called on to Miguelita thinking his in the bathroom. Boyet proceeded to open the curtains and the windows; a draft of strong wind suddenly blows hard as if a giant is exhaling when Boyet opens the windows. The sunlight brightens Miguelita’s room. Nene hurried to the bathroom and found no one but a spider busy making her web by the bathroom’s small window. He went out again and looks at Boyet who was staring at Miguelita’s bed. Nene looks at the bed. The bed looks wet as if a gallon of slimy glue is splashed on it and the middle of it is a strange device that they never saw before. (Of course it’s a coffee maker) On the device is a note in Miguelita’s hand writing. Nene picks it up and tears fall on his left check.
No one knows where Miguelita went. He just disappears as if the house eats him. They asked a lot of people but the people didn’t bother. Only Nene and Boyet remember Miguelita whom they made a small mound as symbol of his disappearance.
Sunday late morning at Franco’s residence a knock echoed through the hallway. The wife shouted to the husband. Hon… Hon… Hon… please the door… I’m cooking. In the living room Cirilo bends and stand up as he touches his young sons head to excuse himself putting the tower on the black tile on the chess board. They were playing chess two against one.
Coming… Cirilo shouts to who it might be by the doorway.
He opens the door. Nene and Boyet are standing there with poker face. Nene is holding a box and gives the box to Cirilo. Cirilo smiles to the couple… though he wants to invite the two inside; Nene just smirked at him, takes the hand of Boyet and they go away. Cirilo looks at them quizzically… then he looks at the box. There was a small note… “from Miguelita.” He looks at his back if his wife is somewhere, knowing that she’s busy He hurriedly went upstairs to his study room and opens the box quickly. There he found the coffee maker and the note. He reads the note and sobs…
Hey dad… why are you crying? His son asked him.
Surprised he instantly suppressed his sobs and pretended that a dust caught in his eyes and he stands up put the note on the box carefully and urges the kids to come with him and they will continue playing.
The note reads'...
I love you...
I will always be your coffee maker...
forever....
6 comments:
My gosh, epic ang legend. Sayang, ang ganda pa naman sana ng scene na naka-thong at bowtie si Cirilo. Sana dinagdagan natin ng boots. Bwahahaha.
Bubbles, nakalimutan ang mga dapat i-acknowledge. Hmmmppphhh!
Gravehhhh ang drama nito ha !!! ... but i like the scene na tumatakbo na hubad si Miguelita!
thanks Miss Jase...
I know it's quite anticlimactic!!!
but that's the way it is... it grows on you...
Me too i like that scene.
and by the way thanks for Frick who suggested some scenes for the short story.
And to Miss Earth for asking me to write more about my legends...
much appreciated... mwahhh... mwahhh...
super antabay ako sa legend.
ang haba. anlungkot at slyt imbey.
pero happy siya sis.
hahaha...
Anobayan? Walang bago???
sorry miss jase... i will make new one napagod lang me ke miguelita...
:)
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