The
sun hid in layers of gray clouds but Kate’s face still felt flushed. The grass
felt thick under her seat, the soft green blades folding meekly at her bare
feet. She adjusted herself under the tree on a small hill inside the memorial
park. This was their place, Mario and her, this seemingly small mountain you
can look out and view tombstones jutting out the grounds and take a peek of a
pond with brackish water. A row of white and lilac flowers lined the small
barrier on a walkway near the pond, out of place in this melancholy
environment. She looked at her watch, it was almost six’o clock in the morning.
He was late. She rummaged through her bag, feeling her way through the mess
inside and took out a book of poems of Pablo Neruda she got from a secondhand
bookstore. She ran her hand on through its yellowed pages stopping that urge to
look at her watch again, a glance that would confirm the minutes were passing
by like a whizzing train on the tracks, snatching away seconds they were together.
The words of Neruda were not registering on her mind, only a blur of stanzas on
this early morning. From the hill, she can see joggers on the bridgeway near
the pond, snow-haired men in their shorts, running up the bridge huffing from
exhaustion while eager young boys ran past them, boisterous and loud.
She
strained to hear the sound of his scooter idling beside her car. But he has not arrived yet. Mario has been
distant lately and his reply about meeting here had been curt. She wondered
what was wrong. Was he miffed again that he saw her having lunch in the
cafeteria with Lance, her dapper officemate or that she hesitated to introduce
him to her boss when he accompanied her in the lobby while the company driver
got her car from the parking lot.
But
didn't their eyes meet when he cleaned the windows in the lobby yesterday and
she smiled regardless of who saw it or didn't flinch when he brushed his arms
on the side of her leg when he took out the garbage from under her office table.Kate
knew it would be complicated. But she didn't expect it to be this way. Daily
life occurrences that seemed trivial were interpreted differently. An uptight
glance could be interpreted as a snub or a slight hesitation could mean
awkwardness to be seen with him. Because theirs was a different kind of fairy
tale. it was odd and skewed because when did the princess loved a pauper? In
fairy tales, the man always had a castle and rescued the poor damsel not the
other way around.It
was a fairy tale that started innocently. She was waiting in the lobby then for
her friend Cara to catch up on her latest escapade in Boracay when he arrived.
“He’s
late” Mario had said while wiping the glass wall in front of her. She was
sitting on a small couch checking her messages on her phone.
“Excuse
me?”she asked confused on this sudden intrusion.
“He’s
late po, Mam” he said finally facing her. She had seen him, the new maintenance
guy, walking around the building. He was dusky and had these dark, yet smiling
eyes. His smile spread on his face, genuine and kind, lighting it up. He had
this easy stance about him that he carried well.
“I’m
waiting for a friend” she said.
“Ah..still,
he is still late” he had said.
She
smiled and her eyes met his.
It
started there, almost every day somehow she found him there on the time she was
waiting for her driver. They would talk about trivial stuff, his growing up
years in the Visayas and his father’s fancy for duck pochero. She found herself
looking forward to their short talks until he asked her for her number because
he needed to consult her about something in his contract with his employment
agency.His
first text didn't mention anything about his contract but said that he enjoyed
talking to her. When Kate received it, she smiled and wasn’t able to
concentrate on the files mounted on her desk for almost an hour.
They've been seeing each other for a couple of weeks now, secret meetings that nobody
knew even her friends. Because what would she tell them, I’m dating the janitor
in the office but don’t worry he really has nice eyes and a great physique. They
would have been aghast. Kate, are you really that desperate? they would ask.
But
still this morning she was worried. Mario seems to be avoiding her, much less
talking to her. Was it because she didn't acknowledge him in front of her
bosses the other day like he was a stranger? He ddidn'ttext her this week and
she texted him instead and asked him to meet her here, an abrupt Okay was what
she got.
The
sun was rising, radiating pink and orange streaks in the clouds. He was late. She
can still remember their first meeting on this hill. She felt like a school
girl on a first date, dressed in black jogging pants and pink
t-shirt. She was awkward and excited and he was there, waiting. sitting under a
tree and smiling. Mario
radiated this strong, masculine appeal yet kind. She liked that the color of
his skin was a startling contrast to her fair skin and cheeks that blushes
easily. Meeting his eyes had almost
always unhinged her. It was as if those eyes have seen her and loved her
before. However, this gentle side also seemed to attract other women too like
the other secretaries which she hated.
The
sun’s rays have begun to get stronger, slightly piercing at her skin, mottling
it with pink. So she laid down on the cool grass on the side of the hill,
looking up the sky. At that angle, the blue sky looked like a ceiling of clouds,
encompassing her entire view leaving her in awe at this grandeur of nature. It
made her forget about him for a moment then she suddenly remembered a line in
Wuthering Heights. “I have not broken your heart, you have broken it, and in
breaking it, you have broken mine”. He’s not coming, Kate told herself. She
stood up, the damp dew in the grass staining at her jogging pants. She walked
along the cobbled bricks on the way to her car.
The
realization left a vast hollowness in her being. It replaced the usual longing
she had for him, a longing that sometimes felt like a wound that throbs and stings with jealousy. A longing so palpable, she can’t concentrate on anything
else.
She
shielded her eyes from the intense rays of the sun and continued walking to the
car. Had
he finally accepted it? she thought. That we were different and cannot be
together or should not be together? Has he? But
how can I accept it? When being in his arms and his breath on my hair made me
happy. Is
it true about his affair with a new secretary who arrived in the office
flaunting her curves, not a pretty face but saunters with enough confidence, you
want to believe she was pretty. Is
that true? She wanted to ask him. Was it easy to switch off love that easy? The
new model has arrived and you are relegated to the back.
Then
she heard the sound of a scooter stopping near her car. It was Mario. He took
off his helmet and walked towards her. She
didn’t look at him and tried to walk past him. He quickly grabbed her arm.
“I’m
sorry…” he said.
“You
shouldn’t have to come…I was leaving anyway” she said then tugged her arm away
from his hand.
He
was silent.
She opened the car door and paused halfway.
She opened the car door and paused halfway.
“Is
it true about her?” she asked, finally her chance to ask him.
He didn't utter a word.
“You
shouldn’t have come… “she said again. “I would have understood, it was fun while
it lasted anyway” she said and threw her bag inside.
“We’re
not the same, you know that right?” he suddenly retorted.
“And
you’re the same?” she shot back. “I know, Mario…..that’s why I have to leave”
“But
still it’s different between us…it’s different” he protested.
She
paused going inside the car again.
It
was indeed different like their social status didn't matter when they are
together. She wanted to feel elated but she felt like her chest was being
squeezed slightly.
“But
that’s not enough isn't it? There are still a lot of girls to discover. Besides, she really is sexy”
“But
what I feel for you is different.. you don’t know how hard this is for me, to
be on this poor end…It is torture seeing you in the office and knowing I can
never match what you have or be with you and not be judged…” he said.
“So
it’s not enough then, what we have?” she asked.
“I
don’t know.. I’m not sure” he said. His eyes dropped not meeting hers.
She
was silent, her eyes darting to the dried roses on one of the tombstones.
“Let’s
just forget it then, forget this, forget us so we can both go on with our
lives” she said abruptly.
She closed car door, rummaged through her bag to find her keys and started the engine and sped away. The road was clear that morning with only a handful of jeepneys at the roadside. But Kate felt like she was driving on autopilot, like she wasn't there, only a shell of someone driving. She relied on instinct like she had an internal GPS navigating her way to one of her refuge. She turned off the ignition and sat inside the car. The mass was still going on. She felt relief. There were only two places she would go to think when things felt muddled, the church and a bookstore. Today this was her haven.
She
distracted herself by watching families milling outside the church, toddlers
being chased by harried mothers, young ladies chatting in their coral-colored
skinny jeans. Everything felt the same, everything looked normal on the outside
then why did it feel different for her. Like she wasn't the same person she was earlier, like she just witnessed a gruesome crime.
Then she heard a knock on the glass. It was Mario, he followed her
She
lowered the window. “What?” she asked with irritation but her heart began to
beat fast.
“Can
I come in?” he asked. His sad eyes reflected a brownish shade in the sun. She
can smell cigarette from his breath.
She
opened the door in the passenger seat. He sat down and looked across the church
parking lot slowly being filled up.
“I’m
sorry ” he said then turned and looked at her.
“I’m
getting tired, Mario. I can’t have you locking me out if you feel like it..
It’s too much..Besides there’ll be other women and I don’t know if I can take
that” she said.
“But
they won’t be you…they won’t make me feel this way, I’m sure” he said.
Like
what? she wanted to ask, like other people fade away in the background when I’m
talking to you?
“I
don’t want to be just one of your girls, Mario.”she said.
“I
know. But I can’t offer you anything, Kate..I’m not rich..your folks and
friends won’t accept me…maybe the saying was wrong maybe love doesn't conquer
everything “
And the fairy tales were true, she wanted to say. The maiden only marries the prince not the pauper.
“Maybe
you’re right, Mario, maybe love doesn't conquer everything” she replied and
looked out, noting the brown leaves being tossed lightly by the wind in the
sidewalk.
They turned silent, letting the chatter of the churchgoers fill the car.
“Yet,
I’m still here…”, Mario said softly, looking at her.
She
looked back, meeting the same eyes that always unhinged her. The same eyes that
often reflected the same longing she had for him.
He
took her hand and kissed it. She didn't pull away.
“You
always make me feel like I’m something more…something better..” he said.
“You
are.. Mario” she said, still looking at him.
“People
won’t understand what we have, Kate…”
“I
don’t care…let’s have this while we can…this thing what we have, maybe it would
last, maybe it wouldn't but I know it doesn't happen often, let’s cherish it
while we can..please” she said.
She
wanted to say, let’s bask in it even if it feels like lightning that engulfed
us and seared us without warning.
He
took her in his arms. Kate leaned her head on his chest, feeling the rapid beat
of his heart.
“I
can’t stand you with Lance” Mario said.
“And
I can’t stand you with her” she replied.
“She’s
not you.. I ended it with her..It’s not the same, I kept seeing your face when
I’m with her” he said.
She
looked up and smiled, a burst of warmth expanded through her heart.
Heathcliff
has finally come home.