April 16
1:00PM

Journey To Malongayon

I am sitting on the lawn of Malongayon, far from the hustle and bustle of the quite remote city of Escalante. Communing myself with nature along with the rolling hills and bamboo trees while ada, my colleague and the oldie barangay tanod are cooking the chicken they killed from the flock. I am wonderig whether we are bribing the family to feed us for exhausting our feet and draining our energies just to reach their humble house uphill. I am very close to the clouds and i have no idea how far we are from the sea level.

Poor little rich man. For the urban dwellers, he is nothing but an ordinary farmer. He owns hectares of land yet his illiteracy corrupts his reputation and sometimes disrupts the harmony of his life.

The house is quite dilapidated and a portion of it is feasted by anteaters. Inside it is decorated meagerly. A decorative made of strands of seashells hang on the ceiling and cut-out pictures from old calendars are mounted on the wall for visitors to look at. Albeit he is a mediocre for the socialites, here he is highly looked up by their neighbors for the vast tracks of land that he owns.

Clouds are getting darker now. We have to finish that chicken and continue trodding down the hill. Soon i will be comforted by the words of wisdom of Sister Maritess, my young grandmother and spend the evening with my dear beloved marco.

Sigh. What a beautiful, difficult life. But this is life.

klouise danced at 5:57 PM