It’s already after five in the evening in
La Mesa, and Doro is late returning home from the provincial capital. As he makes his way to his house in the
poblacion from the main highway, he smiles at the activity filling the streets,
the sounds and sights that will always remind him of home when he is away for
work. Kids are playing in the street
with makeshift toys, girls and boys laughing and running together until their
nanays call them home. He sees Marie has
already set up her barbeque trays for selling meryenda to those looking for
meryenda as well as Ricardo with his pushcart calling “Fish Balls!” Just the
words are enough to make him hungry, and he can almost taste the salty sweet
food in his mouth. This makes him
quicken his pace home to his own wife’s dinner but not so much that he can’t
greet the Bienvilla family and the Viloria family as they rest in plastic
chairs on their front porch and lawn, “chikka-ing” about the happenings of the
day. Everyone smiles tooth-gapped grins
at Doro and waves back in greeting, asking “Naggapuam?” or “Where are you
coming from?” He answers with a smile and in return inquires about their
families, how the harvest is going, and whether they think there’ll be rain any
time soon.
Finally, he approaches his own gate, and he
opens it to enter, noticing that he needs to repaint its green-flecked surface
again before typhoon season starts once more.
He is not over-worried, though, because he knows that is a few months
away. Right now, greeting his family is
a more pressing matter. He hears his
wife’s small Pekingese yapping from inside the house in greeting, but Bea, his
love, has kept the door closed to prevent the dog’s escape. Carefully, Doro manages to open the door and
get inside the house while being enthusiastically greeted by the dog but
preventing her escape. “Cholo, calm
down! Off!” Doro exclaims, with little
impact on the dog. But then Bea calls to
her, and the dog runs into the kitchen, distracted by the optimism of
food. Or, at least, affection, for she
is, after all, Bea’s dog. The TV is
blaring the evening news, but he notices his older daughter isn’t paying any
attention to the headlines on the screen or his entrance into the house because
her attention is absorbed by her telephone.
He notices it is tethered to her power bank, and he can’t help but
wonder how long she’s been messaging her friends on the contraption. He finds himself reminiscing about when she
was still young and seemed like her world revolved around him. She had always made Doro so proud to come
home. His reminiscence was interrupted,
though, by the entrance of his young son, who was still that little boy
fascinated by his father.
“Tatang, you’re home! Look at my new dinosaur I drew!” Little Teddy
was waving around a piece of lined notebook paper with a green monstrosity on
it. “Wow, Teddy, what’s his name?” “Brontosaurus, he’s the biggest dinosaur there is, Tatang! His neck is like a snake and his legs are
like trees!” As Teddy stomps around the living room doing his best imitation of
a brontosaurus, Doro suddenly hears from the kitchen, “Teddy, let your Tatang
in the house. Let him rest before you
attack! And put your toys in your room.
It’s almost time for dinner.” “Yes Nanang,” Teddy answers exuberantly
and stomps off with his dinosaurs in hand.
Doro exhales loudly and kicks off his shoes
at the door, walking over and picking up a plastic chair from in front of the
dining table. He carries it into the
entrance of the kitchen, places it out of the way, and kisses his wife on the
cheek while she finishes the evening meal.
“Good evening, amor, what are you making?” He sits down in the chair to
watch her and she answers, “Pinakbet, your favorite.” She pauses, smiles, and
says, “without bagoong, just as you prefer.
Sometimes I wonder if you’re really Filipino” Bea adds with a sly
smirk. “Ay sus, woman, you know I’m
allergic; but what is the occasion? You haven’t made pinakbet since my
birthday.” “Well, Doro, I have news. It
appears like we’ll need to finish the expansion on the house sooner than we had
originally planned. We’re going to have
another child.”
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