Say My Last Farewell

This is about a Filipina teenager who fell in love with the most unexpected person in the most unexpected time. Does that mean a bad ending or a good one? In the process, readers will encounter Filipino words where you can learn and understand through the little dictionary below each chapter to use as reference. This story is not connected in anyone in real life and scenario but if any story is related, it is a big coincidence. This story is inspired in common Filipino lifestyle in the past during colonization of foreigners in the Philippines. [Reference are provided to keep readers from getting confused] [Author might have messed up with the Philippine History timeline but other than that, the words in the reference are facts.]


7. SIX

I PUSHED my way through the plant crops, even through the wave of mud beneath me. The sun just rose and it fights its way into my skin, digging deeper as it makes me feel dizzy. I don’t go out for a walk if the sun is wild, really not born to tolerate heat at all.

            I can’t figure out where my legs are bringing me and I know I’m lost. I knew I’m getting lost but somehow I also know I’m not. There’s no path I’m following, just going into directions I want. Sometimes to the left and sometimes there to the right. Just a moment I scanned the area, the plants are just as tall as me and no one can notice me. I’m not afraid, my legs seems to know this place like I’ve been walking here my entire life, but me? No. I don’t know this, I can’t even remember any of our farms this way. Oh well, simply because I don’t go where workers worked busily.

            I averted my eyes to my outfit and my eyes widened. I wasn’t wearing my baro’t saya not even wearing Filipiniana or other dresses I have. I’m on a farmer’s shirt!

            Though having my mind sank in questions I kept walking forward until I reached in a dead end of the field. Looking up I saw him. HIM. That guy. And behind him is a cabin. Not just a usual cabin but the cabin she went few days ago. My mind was kicked with millions more questions. I wanna faint. I closed my eyes.

            If felt away from the ground, and it’s making me crazy in a good way, making me laugh, making me hug – what?! I opened my eyes and saw him. Yeah, HIM. My mind says no, but my brain is not connected my body; my body clung unto him, my legs wrapping his hips as he hugs me midair, spinning me around. My hands started caressing his cheeks, started brushing his hair, started hugging him so tight. Oh no!

            Who am I? I’m Maria Gomez. Who was I again? I started to his eyes, and I was kind of surprised to see admiration in there. The emotions burning in his eyes make me dizzy but it was lost when he brushed his lips on mine. My lips kissed him back all at once. He walked to the door, and laid me on a bed, it was hard unline the one in the mansion – I remember! I’m in a dream! Oh God, I need to wake up…

            My lips continued moving with his lips, I had my tongue playing with his, and my hands gathers the fabric to my hands and slowly I raise it above him, leaving him shirtless. Soon my hands played with his bare chest as I kissed him harder.

            No way! I have to get out. This is not my place. I don’t live with this guy. I am … No I don’t know. I can’t remember my name. It can’t me. I’m – I can’t remember! What I remember is I live here, he’s my husband. I always lived here. With him. He loves me. I love him.


            Maria springs out of her bed, her face with sweat and tense. 

            She is dreaming of him. No, it’s a nightmare.


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