Post a Week: Nanay

Describe a moment of kindness, between you and someone else — loved one or complete stranger.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us KINDNESS.

I met Nanay at the airport. Her daughter noticed I was traveling alone. I must have had my super friendly demeanor switched on because she approached me, then startled me with her introduction and proposition: It was her mother’s first time to fly on her own — did I mind taking the little old lady under my wing during that flight?

“She can’t speak English,” she pleaded.

“Uhhh… Okay,” was my sheepish and rather hesitant reply.

Daughter sent us off past the check in counters. I stood by Nanay as the Immigration Officer put exit stamps on our maroon booklets. I led her to the luggage x-ray machine and translated because the guards spoke to her in Bahasa Melayu.

Kailangan niyo po raw inumin yung tubig niyo, bawal siya idala sa eroplano.” (He said you have to finish off your drink, outside water isn’t allowed inside the aircraft.)

We kept each other company while we waited for our delayed flight home. I showed her the way to our plane and even filled the immigration card in for her.

When we landed, she said her son should be there to fetch her.

May phone po ba siya?” (Does he have a phone? )

Wala, Internet lang ang gamit niya.” (He doesn’t, he only uses the Internet.)

After circling through the arrival area, we concluded that her son for some reason failed to show up. Thankfully, Adrian was there to fetch me. And since he had a phone, a sim, and some credit, we were able to contact some of Nanay’s relatives.

I’m going to kill you guys, you forgot about me and didn’t send anyone to fetch me,” she said sweetly into the phone in her local dialect Waray.

Nay, magtaxi nalang po tayo, sabay nalang tayo tapos baba kami sa Ortigas.” (Why don’t we take a taxi together and we’ll just hop off at Ortigas.)

Sige, ganun nalang. Pasensiya tala anak, salamat talaga.” (Ok, that’s what we’ll do then. I’m really sorry, child. Thank you.)

Wala pong anuman. Wala pong anuman.” (Not a problem. Not a problem.)

via http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/20/daily-prompt-kindness/

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What if Saturday: Waking Up

My back hurts. I don’t know why, but it does. Great. What a way to start a Saturday.

I have to go to work even though it’s a weekend. Yeah, yeah. Bully for me. Which is why I must —

Get.

Up.

Even though my back seems to be experiencing hell. Better hurry, Joe. Better get up and smell yesterday morning’s coffee.

Ugh. I hate leftover coffee. I should brew up a new batch. That might somehow save me from this Saturday morning misery.

I raise my arms above my head, extending them gingerly, feeling the strain in my back once more. This is going to be tough. I try to push myself out of my mess of a bed.

My hands graze across something soft and warm. Huh? Muning, my five-year-old ginger tabby, usually curls up beside me at night, but the strange object — or is it a being? — lacks the familiar matted fur.

“Mrrrrmmm.” It grunts. What the — ?!

I fall out of my bed, landing with a loud thud, causing the grunter’s head to shoot up in panic.

“What? Where — where am I?” Her voice is a bit warbled and her sleepy eyes begin scanning the room in confusion. She’s a strange sight. She is sprawled on top of my tangled comforter, looking as if she had just fallen there. Wearing a wrinkled navy dress suit, a silk pearl blouse, and bright red stilettos; I observe. Odd pajama choice. I sometimes sleep with my street clothes on, but at least I remember to take my shoes off.

“You’re in Wonderland,” I answer wryly. “What on earth are you doing in my bed?”

She arches a pencil-thin eyebrow. “Who are you?”

“That’s a very good question. One that I would like to ask you, too.”

She makes an attempt to get up. “I have to get out of here. Inay will kill me if she finds out I spent the night at some stranger’s house.”

“Hold up, hold up. Nothing happened between us, Missy. I woke up and you were there beside me, like you fell out of a hole in the sky or something. No, I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant that you came out of nowhere.”

“Are you absolutely certain?”

“By the tail of my pet tabby. Where’s that girl, anyway?”

The orange cat comes bounding in. “Right on cue,” the strange girl remarks.

“Listen, Miss. I really don’t have time to solve this mystery. Right now, I have to get to work.”

“And I have to get home.”

She starts asking directions to some subdivision I’ve never heard of. “Huh? I don’t even know where that is.”

“Nevermind, I’ll find it myself. It was nice meeting you, uh…”

“Joe. Go on. Door’s straight ahead.”

She scrambles out, taking a daisy patterned purse with her. Muning jumps onto my chest, and I realize I’m still lying on the floor. I start feeling the darts of pain shoot up and down my back muscles again. Oh yeah. My back hurts. And I’m in dire need of coffee.

Funny how that stranger made me forget those for a second or two.

via https://mariscribbles.com/2013/01/25/new-project-10-what-ifs/

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