[Sandara-Park] [SandaraPark_Forever] One RED ROSE
(ENTRY) One Red Rose
I Have Survived Essay Writing Contest!
Third Place & Reader's Choice Winner
Date Posted: 2/4/2005 8:00:55 PM
Author: zirma guevarra
"Hey Mommy, what are you staring at? Are you listening, Mom?"
"I said, after watching Enteng Kabisote, let us pass by at Dad's
favorite record store and buy him a new CD."
"Shhhh... All right, Josh...," I whispered. "Mom heard you loud and clear,"
I replied.
Josh just turned 5 years old last December 25. Those five years of
being a Mom to a very handsome, sweet and smart kid is probably the
most exciting and fulfilling stage of my life.
I'll be 28 years old this Feb. 14. At my age, I can recognize all the
anime characters -- from Ghost Fighter to Ragnarok, to Lupin to Mask
Ryder.
Josh loves watching television and most of the time, I am his TV buddy.
Whenever I would arrive home from work, he is always ready with his
never-ending stories of what he did at school and what had happened to
Mask Rider Ryuki.
Some of my morning rituals, though repetitive, are never boring. I
usually wake up at 5AM, take shower, prepare Josh's uniform, and make
sure all his stuff are inside his bag including his baon.
Then I would wake up his yaya and ask her to give Josh a bath, while I
prepare myself for the office.
In between putting on my blush-on and lipstick, I would always hear
Josh giggling, yelling and making fun of his Yaya Ella.
In most times, I would get jealous of Ella, they get along well.
Josh is much like his dad, they are both makulit. At his young age,
Josh loves listening to music and oftentimes mimics all rockers he
sees on MTV.
Before Josh disrupted my thoughts about the CD he wished to buy for
his Dad, I was in a trance, pondering the first time I met Kelvin...
It was Valentines Day of 1997 when I first laid eyes on him, it was
also my 20th birthday then.
I found myself sitting alone in one of the waiting sheds of the
campus, when I noticed him walking directly to my direction.
He was wearing a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt.
Every stride he made toward my place made me nervous.
His good looks and boyish features became too evident as he came closer.
I was so conscious that I stood up and tried to walk away until he
called out, "Mariz, wait!"
I stood still, thinking, "how did this guy whom I never met before
know my name?"
As I turned my head and looked back, he smiled and uttered, "Happy Valentines".
He then handed me a red rose.
I smiled back, sat down and we talked.
I learned that Kelvin was an admirer, who befriended one of my
classmates to get to know me as well.
He confessed that he, together with my classmates, really planned that
particular day -- I found out it was the reason I sat alone, waiting
without my usual tropa.
We talked for almost an hour -- we were comfortable conversing. I
learned that we were both on our junior year, he was taking up ECE
while I, Business Ad. We both studied at PLM.
Kelvin and I became very close -- he loved poetry and music; I liked
cross stitching.
He was always the first one to laugh whenever he delivered a joke. As
for me, I often laughed at his jokes because he laughed like a
gorilla.
We became inseparable since the first time we met. Kelvin became the
closest person to me aside from my family.
On the eve of my graduation, after more than a year of friendship /
courtship, he became my first boyfriend.
In 1998, I graduated from college, and Kelvin was on his 5th year in ECE then.
I remember during the graduation rites at PICC, Kelvin was hesitant to
come and see me receive my diploma because that will also be the first
time for him to meet my family. I forced him though. I introduced
Kelvin to my family, oh, I could not forget that scenario. He was so
nervous and pale.
June of 1998, I was employed in one of the top corporations in
Ortigas, while Kelvin was on his last year in Engineering.
At that time, we saw to it that our relationship will not be tested by
the temptations of the corporate world and tried our best to fight his
insecurity of still "being a student".
Every relationship, as they say, has its ups and downs. Kelvin started
to show signs of jealousy and insecurity. We seldom went out on dates,
he always had excuses.
Behind all his aloofness, I knew then that he just did not want me to
spend money on our dates.
His pride was slowly tearing our relationship apart during those times.
There were couple of nights I spent crying instead of resting. My
co-workers were asking me to give up Kelvin, they insisted that life
and love in college was different when starts working in the corporate
world.
October 26, 1998, Kelvin's birthday. I surprised him while he and his
study group were busy finishing their case study on Microprocessor
Clock Speed.
I showed up wearing my old college uniform. He was shocked and he
stared long at my old uniform, then he embraced me so hard that I
raced for my breath.
When he let go, I saw tears in his eyes. He kept repeating how much he
loved me and that he was sorry for pushing me away.
He confessed that, he was so jealous and insecure that he wanted me to
find some other guy that could treat me out in any restaurant I
wanted; buy me anything I pleased; or fetch me with nice cars; and
shower me with gifts.
Then I found myself crying for I never had known then how much I loved
Kelvin, until I knew how sensitive he was.
How he wished to give me the WORLD, when I only longed for a single red rose.
February 14, 1999, on my 22nd birthday, he gave me one red rose; same
as what he gave me when we first met two years before.
And I swore then, that was the only thing I wished to receive.
Thursday, April 1, 1999, Kelvin fetched me from work. He bragged all
afternoon, he said he will graduate on the 30th, Friday.
He kept on asking me to address him as Engineer Kelvin Regalado. I did.
That night, we made love for the first time. It was passionate and
unforgettable.
April 18, 1999, our 2nd anniversary, Kelvin composed this poem in front of me.
Star shine's bright on a darkest night...
being with you makes every thing right...
here is my heart with love as pure as white...
here are my arms that will hug with all my might...
at the bottom of the lighthouse maybe the darkest, amidst fears and
sorrows... I'll be abreast atop mountains and hills maybe the
loneliest but if you find yourself there..... close your eyes think of
me... I'll be there, my dearest.
Exactly a week before Kelvin's graduation, at around 5:30 in the
afternoon, I received a message from my beeper, it was from his
younger brother, Jethro.
The message said, "Kuya is at PGH, emergency room".
I hurriedly jumped into the first available taxi, I was literally
crying a river.
I was accustomed to be greeted with smiles by Kelvin's family, but
that night was different. They were all crying, and I needed not any
word from them to know what was happening.
Jethro nonetheless, told me the whole story -- The police came to
their house and brought them to the hospital because Kelvin was shot
in a pawnshop hold-up incident and that his condition was critical.
Jethro narrated that while Kelvin was pawning his necklace which he
received from his aunt as an advanced graduation gift, two hold-uppers
suddenly showed up and shot both guard and Kelvin.
Jethro's last narration dropped like a bomb on my ears. Apparently,
Kelvin told Jethro why he wanted to pawn the necklace.
"Alam mo Jethro, ayos tong gift ni Tita, isasanla ko muna, para
ipambili ko ng singsing, ako magreregalo kay Mariz sa graduation ko."
April 24, 1999, Kelvin died. Up to now I can't find the words to
express how I felt then.
April 30, 1999, all of us whom he'd touched, whom he'd shared jokes
with; all those who had read his poems, who had heard his songs, were
marching not toward PICC for his graduation, but to his funeral.
It was the worst breakup.
Two months after Kelvin died, I was diagnosed as pregnant. I cried and
cried until tears rolled out empty.
My family spoke no word, they pitied me. I thought they would kill me,
be ashamed of me, but that did not happen.
Both my family and Kelvin's supported me and showed how much they loved me.
December 25, 1999, instead of humming Christmas songs and crying over
the thoughts of not celebrating it with Kelvin, I gave birth to a boy
I named Josh.
Since then, the happiness that Josh and I share is beyond what his dad
would have planned for me.
I am no longer particular with dates and time, I don't even wear a
watch, and I just make each day with my kid a day to cherish.
Each day at the office is an opportunity to give Josh a better life,
education and future.
It all started with one red rose.
And until there is a rose, I will never be hopeless.
"Hey mommy, are you crying?"
"No son."
"Magaling ba si Enteng?"
"Di ka naman nanunuod, mommy eh."
"Lika ka na, bili na tayo ng CD para ke Daddy."
"Ayos, Mommy, tiyak mapapagalitan na naman si Daddy ni San Pedro dahil
malakas na naman yun kung magpatugtog."
"Di ba Mommy?"
"Opo."
End of story
--
Regards,
Lhanie
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