Nine o’clock in the twilight.
Posted by Paurong sa Martes, Marso 27, 2007
Everytime the clock strikes nine, I give a break to whatever I am doing. It’s because I know that as the grandfather clock in the drawing room makes this creepy sound alarming every hour of every day, the rings of the telephone will amplify to my ears, and even before the clock stops its hourly habit, she is already in the opposite line—talking to me.
Her name is Denise, my best friend since First Year High School. She is the one I was talking about on a previous post about a departure and a coming back. Since the news about her return came to my ears, I have always waited for her call. Days and nights passed without her presence; even her voice seemed to be non-existent.
Well, last night appeared to be the night I was waiting for. The telephone rang at exactly 9:00 pm. During that time, I was busy on reading a Stephen King novel. The rings of the telephone looked like an enchanting hymn of a leprechaun. The fairy-like attraction undoubtedly allured me. I hurriedly made my way to the telephone and picked it up. I waited for the absorption of her voice which transpired immediately. Upon hearing her voice, my heart melted and my mind became a clay toiled on a furnace.
“Ikaw na ba ‘yan, Denise?”
“Sino pa ba?”
“Ikaw ba talaga ‘yan?”
“Ano sa tingin mo?”
“Hindi ka ba naniniwala?”
“Puro tayo tanong.”
“Wala namang sagot.”
We laughed. We laughed as if a year of not being together did not pass. Her sweet voice truly dissolved my inner being.
“I miss you, Jonell.”
“Miss din kita.”
She promised me that she’ll treat me out this evening. I can’t wait to see her again. I want to see how California changed her appearance. I want to learn more about her experiences there. Wow! My best friend is back. I can only imagine our togetherness… surpassing yet again another chapter of our lives.