Saturday, July 30, 2011

Two hearts, two bodies, two feelings and two countries....

Actually, I never know that I has relatives originated from the Philippines until I saw the family Silsilah on my side of my father. It stated that my blood is also related with the Philippino. I was shocked at first, so did my sister. After a long period of time, that story were silent until.......

'Guys, we have visitor from Manila and Pampanga. They are your dad side family..' my mom says. 'Huh..?' my sister wondering. 'Yes, they are your relatives too. Accept them and give your best serve to treat our guests. I already teach you all how to be polite to peoples right. So do not makes me shame with your manners!' my mom warned us. 



My cousins and my sisters welcomed them at the airport and the rest of us waiting at home while my dad still outside. They arrived. Twelve peoples totally. We greet and spin a yarn with them. They are so friendly and nice but they told us that Malay are more than polite and nice compare with them. I said that, all peoples are same but if we want to compare the human, it must be on individualistic character not by race or ethnic. They agree with me.

Its time to dinner, I saw that girl that so called 'far cousin' always looked at me. I am started felt uncomfortable. My sister noticed it, so did my brother. 
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We bring them to hang outside and we went to the city. My 'far cousin' started to approaching me and asked me to sit and stayed at the Palm Square Starbucks, and the rest went to window shopping nearest. It was two of us, nobody else. She spoke to me 'Kuya, I have to tell you something. In purpose we going here to visit your family, there is something gonna be happen. My family suggesting me to be your fiancee to tighten up our family relationship. Honestly, I am still confuse. I dont know how to tell you but I have no choice actually..' I saw her face were getting red. 'Actually, I just know it 2 weeks ago, when my mom make a joke with me but I dont know who is the person who gonna be my fiancee..' I tried to be honest in time I want her to be comfortable with me. She looked at me. So did I. Speechless.
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Uncle Romero Macapagal sat with my father and as ussual, cigarette is their 'cumpolsory' dessert after dinner. Start to talk about the history, talked about the Bolkiah, the Sulayman and Matanda. But suddenly when aunty Marian come, the topic was changed. Its all about the  family engagement plan.

I heard Hazel name and mine were always at the end of their lips. I looked at Hazel and she looked at me too. I can predicted her face. Confused as she said before.


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She sat alone at the cradle. I greeted her. She smile and invited me to sit with her. I just asked how bout our place, foods and so on. She responded me so well. Then I directly asked her about this relationship. She just smile and asked me to give my view first. 'Hazel, honestly. I am so afraid of love. I was fell down too many times. But this proposal was not come from me. Its our family. I do not know how can I dispose it. For them, the bloodlink is important. But how bout the heart?'

She smiled. 'Kuya, actually I dont know how to say as well. Obey or disobeyed our parents order is a dilemma for us. I admit that I am single, but I cant face love anymore. As you said, I am so afraid with love to. Our situation were same..' sigh. 'Do you have your soul partner now kuya?'

'I have not. But there are too many things I have to fix in my life. But it does not mean that I can accept love until I die but not for this time.'



'So do I. I think its better we learn to start to learn getting know each other. May be it will help. We start to be friends. Even you are my relatives, as my brother but we never met before. So what if we start it now? will you?'

'As your wish. As a friends.' I give my smile to her.

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The day they go back to Philippines, she cried and give a handwriting letter through my sister, Puteri. A short one. 'Dont you ever let them know what we had talked last day. If the fate I am the one who gonna be your princess, I will. Let this two hearts, two bodies, two feelings and two different countries become the history in our family. If God's will, nothing can change it. I rather be. Me, Hazel A. Macapagal will be remembering you always in every beat of my heart - Hazel Arabella Macapagal.'

I am speechless. Confused and empty until today, the day I wrote this words.




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