Every human relationship has a tangible core. And we can think about it, analyze it all we want, It is unchangeable. The truth is Miguelita loved Cirilo with a burning passion akin to the fire of a great affair or hate.
Passion or perhaps hopelessness occupies Miguelita. And passion has no footing in reason. Passion is indifferent to reciprocal emotion, it needs to express itself to the full, live itself to the very end, no matter if it receives in return is kind feelings, sympathy, courtesy, friendship or mere patience… in short passion makes Miguelita a martyr. It’s not strange if Miguelita forgives Cirilo. The fear and uncertainties that just been revealed made him so tragically sad that no words could contain it but that didn’t stop him to love the doctor more.
The night knows their secret and the couple with silent mutual understanding made love as if the world would end the next day. There were no words spoken but tacit and unsaid sentiment interpreted with their kissing, touching and the constant gasping of the martyr homosexual. The walls as if feeling the couple’s passion, cover them with stillness.
The days turn to night, and nights turn to a month and months turn to a whole calendar, and the calendar turns to another calendar their affair lingers despite the constant travels of Cirilo to visit his kids and wife. Miguelita on other hand grew accustomed to his part as the other gay. He would wait for long hours for his man to come. The house and the coffee shop become cleaner from constant cleaning of Miguelita to while away the loneliness of waiting. He even finds time to clean his nails. Happiness to him now means the sound of Cirilo’s car as it parks on the driveway or the familiar sound of his lover’s footsteps.
Oh… what is this coffee, Miguelita? Nene talks to himself as he puts down the mug and looks at his horoscope on the tabloid paper.
That’s not coffee… stupid!!! That’s the water from the rag I just washed… where did you get that?... Miguelita restrains his laugh as he continues to wipe the white coffee cups which he arranged neatly on the rack.
Oh!!!… The fag spats the liquid and announces that he gets it from the pan kettle on the sink. “I thought its coffee”… he furthered and bends over to stand up and he went to the coffee shop’s kitchen. He went back to his table bringing with him a new mug of freshly brewed coffee just as a young man in a nurse’s uniform came in to the quite coffee shop.
Hey, mister can I have coffee please… the young nurse asked Nene as he glances at the clock on the wall that says 3:25 pm.
I’m not a waitress here, go asked that homosexual over there… The faggot pouts his lips pointing to the direction of Miguelita and continues to read his horoscope.
Excuse me can I have the blackest coffee you ever have without sugar please… The young nurse asked Miguelita ignoring the other bitch.
Miguelita with his back from the coffee drinker suddenly smiles and stop his wiping as he heard that familiar question remembering him how he first met Cirilo. He turns back and faces the young nurse with a big smile.
Oh… okay for a sec… please… Hey Nene… can you please help this young man to his table… He called to the other fag who glares at him.
Anything else?... He continues as he looked at the young nurse confidently.
The good looking young nurse stared shyly at Miguelita and stuttered as he replied blushingly… ahhh that’s all… and thank you, He quickly went to his table and glances at Miguelita nervously.
Though on his prime, Miguelita still looks attractive, He had this air of confidence, and an aura of contentment that makes you take a second look at him. His face though quaint is charming. Despite his firm image his smile is comforting like the smile we see with our mother’s when they hushed us if we cut ourselves.
Maybe he is gay… He thought knowingly as he glances at the young nurse who consciously stole a glance at him. He continues to wipe the white coffee cups and ordered Nene to hurry up in serving the coffee.
Nene now fully alert when he found out that the young nurse is handsome… forgetting his horoscope quickly he serves the coffee like a Tasmanian devil. After serving the coffee he befriended the man as the young nurse is new in town. Miguelita watch them in amusement as Nene works his charm on the young man. Strangely the nurse warms up easily to the faggot… Watching them he suddenly misses his Cirilo who is in his second month now with his family. He shouldn’t agree with it, regretfully he thought. It has been decided between the two of them that Cirilo would take a vacation from his work and spends time with his kids and wife. He remembers that the kids are growing up now. He wants to care, he wants to love… love is a heady concoction of wanting and being wanted. As much as he wants to --- he knows that it’s impossible, and with knowing abandon he just looks at the calendar longingly.
Queerly Nene hang-outs everyday at Miguelita’s coffee shop at 3:30 in the afternoon pretending to help Miguelita who also pretends that he doesn’t know that Nene has a crush on the young nurse. Miguelita understand exactly what his younger best friend felt as he felt it a long time ago… and he misses that feeling. He just smiles secretly when he sees Nene’s agitation if the young nurse won’t show up for a day as it is evident with all the broken cups that are accumulating at the back of the coffee shop.
Passion or perhaps hopelessness occupies Miguelita. And passion has no footing in reason. Passion is indifferent to reciprocal emotion, it needs to express itself to the full, live itself to the very end, no matter if it receives in return is kind feelings, sympathy, courtesy, friendship or mere patience… in short passion makes Miguelita a martyr. It’s not strange if Miguelita forgives Cirilo. The fear and uncertainties that just been revealed made him so tragically sad that no words could contain it but that didn’t stop him to love the doctor more.
The night knows their secret and the couple with silent mutual understanding made love as if the world would end the next day. There were no words spoken but tacit and unsaid sentiment interpreted with their kissing, touching and the constant gasping of the martyr homosexual. The walls as if feeling the couple’s passion, cover them with stillness.
The days turn to night, and nights turn to a month and months turn to a whole calendar, and the calendar turns to another calendar their affair lingers despite the constant travels of Cirilo to visit his kids and wife. Miguelita on other hand grew accustomed to his part as the other gay. He would wait for long hours for his man to come. The house and the coffee shop become cleaner from constant cleaning of Miguelita to while away the loneliness of waiting. He even finds time to clean his nails. Happiness to him now means the sound of Cirilo’s car as it parks on the driveway or the familiar sound of his lover’s footsteps.
Oh… what is this coffee, Miguelita? Nene talks to himself as he puts down the mug and looks at his horoscope on the tabloid paper.
That’s not coffee… stupid!!! That’s the water from the rag I just washed… where did you get that?... Miguelita restrains his laugh as he continues to wipe the white coffee cups which he arranged neatly on the rack.
Oh!!!… The fag spats the liquid and announces that he gets it from the pan kettle on the sink. “I thought its coffee”… he furthered and bends over to stand up and he went to the coffee shop’s kitchen. He went back to his table bringing with him a new mug of freshly brewed coffee just as a young man in a nurse’s uniform came in to the quite coffee shop.
Hey, mister can I have coffee please… the young nurse asked Nene as he glances at the clock on the wall that says 3:25 pm.
I’m not a waitress here, go asked that homosexual over there… The faggot pouts his lips pointing to the direction of Miguelita and continues to read his horoscope.
Excuse me can I have the blackest coffee you ever have without sugar please… The young nurse asked Miguelita ignoring the other bitch.
Miguelita with his back from the coffee drinker suddenly smiles and stop his wiping as he heard that familiar question remembering him how he first met Cirilo. He turns back and faces the young nurse with a big smile.
Oh… okay for a sec… please… Hey Nene… can you please help this young man to his table… He called to the other fag who glares at him.
Anything else?... He continues as he looked at the young nurse confidently.
The good looking young nurse stared shyly at Miguelita and stuttered as he replied blushingly… ahhh that’s all… and thank you, He quickly went to his table and glances at Miguelita nervously.
Though on his prime, Miguelita still looks attractive, He had this air of confidence, and an aura of contentment that makes you take a second look at him. His face though quaint is charming. Despite his firm image his smile is comforting like the smile we see with our mother’s when they hushed us if we cut ourselves.
Maybe he is gay… He thought knowingly as he glances at the young nurse who consciously stole a glance at him. He continues to wipe the white coffee cups and ordered Nene to hurry up in serving the coffee.
Nene now fully alert when he found out that the young nurse is handsome… forgetting his horoscope quickly he serves the coffee like a Tasmanian devil. After serving the coffee he befriended the man as the young nurse is new in town. Miguelita watch them in amusement as Nene works his charm on the young man. Strangely the nurse warms up easily to the faggot… Watching them he suddenly misses his Cirilo who is in his second month now with his family. He shouldn’t agree with it, regretfully he thought. It has been decided between the two of them that Cirilo would take a vacation from his work and spends time with his kids and wife. He remembers that the kids are growing up now. He wants to care, he wants to love… love is a heady concoction of wanting and being wanted. As much as he wants to --- he knows that it’s impossible, and with knowing abandon he just looks at the calendar longingly.
Queerly Nene hang-outs everyday at Miguelita’s coffee shop at 3:30 in the afternoon pretending to help Miguelita who also pretends that he doesn’t know that Nene has a crush on the young nurse. Miguelita understand exactly what his younger best friend felt as he felt it a long time ago… and he misses that feeling. He just smiles secretly when he sees Nene’s agitation if the young nurse won’t show up for a day as it is evident with all the broken cups that are accumulating at the back of the coffee shop.
To be concluded this afternoon... bwahahahahaha
1 comment:
Sino kaya sa dalawa ang magiging alamat ng coffee maker? Si Miguelita or si Nene?
Ha,ha,ha.... I'm sooo excited to know na...
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