The Longest Weekend - Part III

This entry is in my drafts since February 15, 2005. I just had to finish it.

I'm sort of in a blogging spree this week. This is a very very rare season for me.

Anyway, I had this series of entries entitled 'The Longest Weekend', if some of you could recall. The third part of the series is right below. If you haven't been following the series, or just merely forgot, you might want to read or re-read parts I and II.

The Longest Weekend - Part III

And the journey continues...

I decided to just walk from my baby's house to mine. The distance isn't that great, although right at that moment I hope it was. By walking, I would stall my next mission. Yes! What a plan! It's a 10 to 20 minute walk assuming I would just walk straight to my house. What if I circled around the subdivision a couple of times, a hundred times perhaps, I could really kill some time.

And so the first part of this mission began...

The Walk.

I could still remember the times that I walked from their house to mine a few years back. Those weren't a walk in the park. At 10pm, there were dogs at every side of the road, and they are barking like crazy as if seeing a thief. A thief in long sleeves and leather shoes (I was a lecturer back then if you didn't know). There were very dark alleys and unlighted streets. But compared to this "walk", there were no dogs, and the sky is bright and clear, but the feeling is the same, in fact, that was even scarier.

Finally, I reached my house -- As I stand in front of it -- if there was a time to laugh, that was it. Because the next series of events, they were not some comical skit.

Between diversity and my resolve.

Opening the gates of our house was like opening the gates of hell. Beyond those gates, lies the Bridge of Hesitation. This is that part of the journey where you are faced with doubt, and hesitation. Your resolve is questioned. It is that point in every man where when he/she is truly faced with real diversity, and the decision that will be made at this moment will forever send waves into his/her future.

And my decision was -- to not falter despite the true fear inside me and embrace whatever is ahead. In order words, accomplish the mission and tell my parents about the big news.

The Encounter - Moment of Truth.


At that point, it was a distinct point in my life where what I have to say within the four walls of my house will truly bring impact to my life and my parent's. I had to tell them.

You can just imagine the shock that my mother felt upon seeing me right at the doorstep without even a clue that I was coming. I let myself in when my mother opened the door and with a suspicious look on her face, she asked why was I home. I don't know what came over me but -- I just blurted out everything to her. It was like a direct hit from a torpedo launched from a submarine into the heart of Metropolis -- without even a pinch of hesitation. Too much determination? Maybe. But, the rocket has been launched and target has been chosen and it would just be a matter of time.

Time -- I really did wish it was something I had right at moment. Stopping time would be even better. But, my voice and the words in carried have already reached its intended ears. What happened next was something I really did not imagine that would happen --

My mother spoke no words -- not even a single syllable.

There might be a Part IV.