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The lost bike.

Posted by Paurong sa Miyerkules, Setyembre 19, 2007

 

Whenever I pass by the big store beside Mang Peping’s sari-sari store on the street where I grew up, I always make it a definite point to spend a couple of minutes looking at the bicycles exhibited behind the large glass. At the age of nine, I may not know how to ride a bike, but I can assure anybody who would raise his eyebrow that I want to own one. There I always was, standing as if I was a little poor kid craving for a yummy hamburger depicted atop the menus on a fastfood chain.

One night, I asked my mother if she could buy me a bicycle. That time, she refused to reply, and, instead, walked out of my room and came back a few minutes later handling a glass of milk for me to drink before going to bed. It was then difficult for me to sleep that night because the idea of having a bicycle, my own bicycle, did not stop on running thousand of miles per nanosecond around my head, until the soundness of the evening let me fall asleep.

Desperate, I asked my mother the next day the same question, and as expected, she refused to reply. I left the house without kissing her goodbye unlike how I exit the scene everyday before going to school.

And going to school is equivalent to going by the big store.

The desperation of owning one of the bicycles urged me to wait for the right time my mother would give out my awaited ‘yes.’

I was excited to return home that afternoon having with me my report card. The special thing I wanted my mother to be surprised of is that I am the top two of the class. As far as delightment is concerned, high grades brush a vivid smile on her face. I wanted to see more glares on her and, who knows, she might give me the bike.

Before dinner was served the next evening, I noticed that my mother had a very uncommon smile on her face. Perhaps, it was because of my high grades. But leading the top reasons is that His Last Kiss, her most favorite drama series on television ever, ended the way she wanted it to end. She became nonstop on giving out her opinion on the ending of the series, and her sentiments for those who will miss the soap.

I held my horses for the whole course of our eating up until I asked her my most used question yet.

“Mom, can you now buy me the…”

Her face abruptly turned blank.

“Aren’t you happy that my grades are pretty much higher than before? Ha, Mom?”

“Your father didn’t leave us well-off,” she said stressing the adjective. “If only I can afford it, I would buy you that bike.”

“But, Mom…”

She breathed deeply and repeated her beloved statement. “Your father didn’t leave us well-off.”

I then saw on her face the determination to retell me how my father left the two of us six years ago because he no longer loves my mother, but she opted not to. It pained me to see that aura on her eyes. Ruining her night just because of my stupid desire to own a bike made me feel so guilty deep inside.

I wasn’t able to pass by the big store the next morning. The street was temporarily closed because of what seemed like an accident involving two motorcycles. I didn’t care much about the details. My mindset at that time being was to quickly take the other route I know in order for me to go to school.

After the school hours, the street was no longer blocked by policemen, TV reporters and lookers-on. I hurriedly made my way to the big store and, as usual, stood in front of the large glass and looked at the–

The one I wanted to own. The one with the red-and-black combination of handlebars. The one with the unimaginable arrangement of pedals and gears I wanted to propel. The one with the two wheels fixed to a smooth grey frame.

I barely believed on what I was looking at. A different bicycle appeared to have replaced the one I would like to be in possession of.

I immediately went inside the big store and approached the bike. I looked at it closely and realized that it was really replaced. I was about to look for a personnel when a voice of a young lady called my attention.

“Anything, kiddo?”

“Ughmmm… The one… here. The one which…” I was totally wordless. Good enough she understood what I was pointing out.

“You mean the original bike placed here?”

With that, I had gained strength to accumulate words from my bunker. “Yes. Yes. Please tell me it wasn’t sold out yet. Do tell me.”

“O. I’m sorry, kiddo. A tall man bought that bike an hour ago.”

I could tell by her looks that she was about to offer the other bicycles, but then I left the store at once, making the chimes hanged on the door produce a loud sound.

I ran home crying. As I entered our house, a pair of looks directed on me. The one is my mother’s. The other one is–who the hell is he? He was smiling as if he were in heaven!

Before I could ask who that person is, he stood up and embraced me. I hardly breathed. The back of my mind was driving me to push the big guy away but the sadness in his crying melted my heart. He backed off when my mother drew near and stretched her hands onto me.

“He is your father.”

I became unsure on how to react on her remark. I just fixed myself on where I was situated like a model posing for a painter, waiting for the last brushstroke.

The man looked at me meticulously. He was smiling. I recognized that his smile was just like mine. I smiled in return and so did my mother. I think, with that, she understood that I had no ill feeling toward my father. Bitterness was in fact not on my vocabulary. The two of them hugged me as if there is no more tomorrow.

“Can you allow me to fix this family,” my father asked.

I nodded. And that started the most wonderful night I ever had.

“O, by the way.”

He pointed at the other side of the living room and there mounted the only bicycle I considered to own.

Story written by Jonell Estillore
September 17, 2007 ~ Pasig City, Philippines

31 Tugon to “The lost bike.”

  1. triageur said

    so touching..🙂

    Paurong asks: What do you mean by that?

  2. Joanne said

    8:21 am, Matteo Ricci Study Hall, AdMU

    *applause*

    more more!

    Paurong wonders: Binasa mo nga kaya?

  3. † ƒrancis † said

    9:27 am, Rizal Library, AdMU
    (gaya gaya lang)

    astig ka jonel!!!
    waaaaaaa!!!!!!!
    LUFET tlga!!!
    nice one!

    Paurong says: Salamat sa pagbasa nito. I appreciate it so much.:D

  4. ewanko said

    musta?

    Paurong says: Kunwari ok lang ako.

  5. zsasha said

    naintndhan moh ung nklgay sah blog q even f n french…?
    so u knw nah…?
    wg u maingay…

    Paurong says: I study French kaya. Grabe ano nga ba course ko.

  6. triageur said

    hmm.. touching…

    Touching \Touch”ing\, a.
    Affecting; moving; pathetic; as, a touching tale. —
    Touch”ing*ly, adv.

    Paurong says: Pathetic? :(( Jowk.

  7. EMONG said

    nako.. bakit mo pinalitan ng title.. weeeehhh..
    eniweis,, sa wakas nakapaginternet na rin..
    maganda na nga ung una kahit di ko naintindihan ah.. pero ngaun, mas maganda kasi mas binigyan mo kung anu ung talagang… basta… mas maganda na… hehe.. ang galing nito kahit di halatang kagabi mo lang ginawa… hehe… sana nga mas gumawa ka pa ng mga kwentong tunay na nakakaaliw..
    hehe.. ipagpatuloy mo yan..
    oi, tawagan mo ako kapag may bago kang story ha.. thanks.. ikwento mo muna sakin bago mo ipost kasi sobrang minsan na lang ako maginternet.. hehe ./. thanks sa lahat lahat ng ikinukweto mo.. thanks sa lahat. thakns talaga…

    -EMONGERS

    Paurong says: Siyempre, madalian kasi yung kagabi. Marami pang naging amendments para maging ganyan yan. Hehehe. Salamat.

  8. dEe said

    jonell, hindi ko akalain na sayo pa la ito, kasi hindi ko tinitingnan yung URL basta kinlik ko na lang sa wordpress dashboard.

    nagulat ako na gusot na pala tong binabasa ko. – well eniweiz, maganda…. teka story mo ba ito?

    Paurong says: Ah. Hindi mo nakita. Hehehe. Oo, akin siyempre. Sinulat ko kagabi.

  9. tim ang said

    jonell, story mo nga ba to? ang galing. promise.

    Paurong says: Syempre ako nagsulat. Salamat.

  10. gplay said

    [off topic] technically, damay naman kayo sa FEU dba? dapat kayo nag 1st! wala lang.

    Paurong says: Onga. Hindi lang tlg ako apektado. Hehe.

  11. ate atchie said

    very touching..
    ur rily gud!
    kip it up…

    Paurong says: Salamat talaga, Ate Achie!

  12. katherine said

    hi ….un lang nkiraan lang ako:p salamat pala sa pagdaan sa blog ko…hehehe

    Paurong says: Maraming salamat! Ang sweet mo talaga.

  13. katherine said

    teka may ym ka b? nagcoconfe kz kmi ng ibang bloggers

    Paurong says: gusot2007

  14. Lui said

    grabe… now you know why i wanted you to take the editorial board exam…

    heheh good luck…

    keep up the good work… -_-

    Paurong says: Wow. Nagkument ang Managing Editor ng school publication namin. Wow.

  15. chrisdocot said

    hey that was nice
    wala lang

    Paurong says: Hehe. Wala lang din.

  16. tresa said

    Oh well. With Jonell, you can never expect of anything mediocre! Superb, kiddo!😉

    Paurong says: Take it from my editor. Thanks, Ms. Feature Editor!

  17. 8:29 pm, Dayandante Residence, Taguig

    sorry, wala akong laptop na ipamwifi sa engg lib.
    anyways, alam mo na hindi ko binasa ang kwento mo. si martin ang nagkwento sakin.

    Paurong says: First time mong magkamali. Pabaligtad pa. Pero. Basta alam mo na yun. Di na kelangang sabihin dito.

  18. sheLLa said

    ..uy d ko alam kung saan ako magpopost..
    ..im busy doing our thesis kasi kaya bihira akong makapunta dito..
    ..last week yata kasi din un..
    ..sira yata ung server eh.. ayaw mag-open ng site mo..
    ..ayun..
    ..hope u understand my current situation..
    ..studyante ka rin naman..

    Paurong says: I understand it naman she e.

  19. sheLLa said

    delete mo na lng ung comment kong nauna..

    ..slamat..

    Paurong says: No need.

  20. sheLLa said

    ..hindi ko naman inaakalang you will take my comment’s last line as nega..

    ..sabagay nga..nasa taong nagbabasa naman un..

    ..well.. i can’t do anything naman din na..

    ..sorry if ever na hurt ko ung feelings mo..

    Paurong says: Worry not. Hindi mo naman nasaktan e.

  21. stick said

    nice one

    Paurong says: Though it’s only a few words, it means a lot. I know you read it. Thank you very much. Merci beaucoup.

  22. i like the photography

    Paurong says: Aksidenteng kuha ko last July ata yun. Matagal na.

  23. anu dinadrama mo sa blog ko?

    Paurong says: At kelan pa ako natutong magdrama?

  24. kengkay said

    ako may bike din, bili ng hubby ko for my birthday; kahit na ayaw ko nama ng bike😦 so ayun yung bike, nakaparada lang…

    Paurong says: Buti ka pa.

  25. dianne said

    “I became unsure on how to react on her remark. I just fixed myself on where I was situated like a model posing for a painter, waiting for the last brushstroke.”

    wow. gumaganun. haha.

    super ganda.🙂

    Paurong says: Wow. Cantbelebet. Binasa mo. Haha. Ano ba meron diyan sa sentence na yan. Este paragraph. Kung anuman yan. Ha?

  26. cielo said

    awwww….touching…nice picture by the way

  27. EMONG said

    tae nmn ung pic na un..

  28. EMONG said

    ganda pic.. pero nakita ko na yan eh.. yan ba ung nasa proj 6 kau na may intervies kau? hehe… la lang naalala ko lang…

  29. Mary Grace said

    wala akong masabi.

  30. dave said

    ayus, madrama, just the way i like it!

  31. jo said

    good story talaga… i thought it was just a short story… i never knew it was urs pala…
    nyway… naaliw na ko tumambay sa site mo!

    keep it up.. write more stories…! i love to read it…. ^_^

    Paurong says: No. It is just a fiction. Not my story.

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