Friday Night

Friday, 25th day of August 2017─ I was tired, literally. Not the same tired I feel every time I’m alone, this tired was a combination of a tired body and a tired soul. After the whole day class, I felt so empty. I didn’t know what to do, where to go, should I go home in our province or not, and how long would I stay in our apartment until I could feel the excitement of going home.

But, I decided to go with my classmates and friends at a store in front the University. I was unwell, I felt like no one’s with me, like I’m in a dark room where I was the only one who exists, perhaps it’s either because I drank soft drinks three times that day or I haven’t slept for 8-hours. At 6:30pm I went to our apartment and prepared my clothes, yet I still feel empty.

Heading home at 9pm, I happened to sit with a girl who I thought was older than me, because I heard while she’s answering a phone call that it’s her 5th year in the same University where I also studied. Maybe, you would call me “chismoso” (gossip) after you have read the next situations. She seemed so annoyed, angry or disappointed, I guess. Using my peripheral eyes’ view, I looked at her phone as she was angrily typing a long reply to her Mom’s “Asa naman ka? Gabii na kayo, dapat naa naka diri ingarong orasa!” (Where are you? It’s late; you should be here at this time). Her Mom called many times but she kept declining it because she continually typed her long “disrespectful” reply. After she has sent the reply, it was then she answered the call. She explained why she’s going home late.

The only sound I could hear that moment was the sound of other vehicles and her brash voice.She reasoned out that she was washing all her clothes, which of course, consumes a lot of time. However, I found out why she felt that way, and telling all the details would be too much. The only thing I’ve realized that night was, she’s too impolite to her Mom. I know she’s wrong and likewise, I know and understand why she acted that way. I admit, I was similar to her but my parents were not like her parents who always check their children’s situation.

In fact, I have not experienced receiving calls and texts from them telling me to go home early, or asking whether I’m okay or not. She’s so lucky. She’s one of the most fortunate daughters in this world, blessed with loving parents. How I wish I could also taste how it feels like to receive the same text messages or phone calls from Mom and Dad. Maybe soon, or most likely, never.

Some of you might find it annoying when you receive lots of messages from your parents, but please appreciate their care, effort and love. 

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