We Who Love

We Who Love

last updateLast Updated : 2020-09-19
By:  Lex ArmitageOngoing
Language: English
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Ling's parents have been separated since she was young, and she copes with the separation by taking good care of her father. When the public school her father works at receives news of a donor who'd supply the school with new books, Ling becomes enthusiastic. But upon meeting Joshua Aragon Villafuerte, the donor, all her senses tell her this handsome, rich boy is more than what he is. Joshua grew up never knowing what a mother's love was. He doesn't mind though since he sails through life easily with a rich father as his support. Though charming and your general nice guy, behind his easy-going smile Joshua isn't faring well--not when you witnessed your own mother put a bullet to her head at the tender age of six. Just when two people try to overcome their childhood heartaches, Ling and Joshua discover what links them together. And whatever truth comes out of their predicament, they can't deny that they need each other to get pass their demons.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Isabella

Monster. Mama oftentimes called Papa a monster, a demon who tore our family apart. "I hate him, Ling," she used to tell me before I went to sleep every night. But for an eight-year-old child, I couldn't understand why.

            Papa loved many things. Reading was one of them. On lazy weekend afternoons, when he had no test papers or assignments to check and record, or lesson plans to ponder, he'd smoke a cigarette on the bench outside of our house and read The Count of Monte Cristo, his favorite. He was considered to be a quiet, calm man, who had too much brains just to be dumped in a rural, woodsy city outskirt like Paki-bato.

            Mama, on the other hand, had little to love and a lot to hate.

            She had a gruff voice as if she had a frog in her throat, and a sneer she claimed to be her most honest smile. She didn't have a job—jobs were for women whose husbands were useless drunkards and had no money or inheritance to spend on.

Mama argued with Papa about money. She liked to point out Papa's public school teaching job that couldn't possibly support her wants and the fact he was a dreamer.

            "Why won't you aim higher?" She'd ask with her brows knitted together and their arch sharper than an axe's blade.

            Papa, who never loved confrontation, would sigh in exhaustion and dismiss it with a curt, "Let's not talk about this in front of the children."

            Their bickering became mundane, which covered topics like Mama's overspending and Papa's inability to feel anything else except indifference.

            "And we very well know why Mr. Alexander Marco Ravelo here is so uncaring," Mama said during one of our breakfasts. She waved her hand, pointing a chipped nail-polished finger at Papa's nose.

            Papa, who was always collected, slammed his fists on the table. The plates and utensils clattered and bounced. "Enough, Marianne," he shouted.

            Mama's eyes turned to slits and her mouth was a thin line. "It will never be enough for you, Marco," she snapped.

            Later in the evening around midnight while my little sister, Charlene, and I slept on the thin foam mattress, a pan crashed on the floor and jolted us awake. Papa's voice was thunder and Mama's whimper was a goat's bleat.

            They screamed at each other. A piece of furniture slammed on the walls. Papa growled, "I chose you! Get it into your head already!"

            "That's not true! You and your whore are tearing this family apa—"

            A hard, loud slap echoed in the house and in my ears.

            "Don't you dare insult her, Marianne. Isabella has nothing to do with our problems!"

            Isabella? Me? Did I do something wrong?

           The house stilled, and Charlene hugged me tight until Mama came to our room and tucked us to bed. She kissed Charlene's forehead, and she whispered in my ear, "I hate him, Ling. I hate him and Isabella, his whore. Your Papa named you after a slut."

            Her words were an incantation she religiously whispered in my ear every night, until one night while I was groggy with sleep, Mama came to our room. In the kitchen I could hear a few glasses breaking and Papa's loud whispering.

            Mama knelt beside me and stroked my head. Her hand, I noticed, trembled. She pulled me and Charlene up and barked orders to stash our clothes into a bag. "We're leaving," she shouted.

            The rings of our curtain, which served as a door and partition, rung as it slid across its metal rod. Papa marched towards Mama and pulled her up. "You can't leave Marianne," he pleaded and kissed Mama's knuckles and caressed her wrist with his thumb. "I need you and the children. You're all I have."

            Mama's eyes were knives. She stared Papa down and pulled her hand away from him. "And now you beg?" she spat. Hurriedly she stomped to the family closet and put every piece of her clothing into a bag.

            Papa eyed her warily. His bottom lip quivered. "J-just don't take the children," his voice broke. He knelt beside Charlene and me, hugged us and patted our heads gently. "You're all I have," he whispered.

            When Mama was through packing, she dragged Charlene and me out of the room. Charlene whimpered and so did Papa. "Let go," Mama barked.

            "You can't do this, Marianne! They're my children, too!"

            "Well, one of them isn't yours!"

            A cricket sang from the distance and the wind blew with a distinct whooshing voice. The house fell silent but my heart erupted. Papa squeezed my arm until I felt his fingernails digging into my skin. His brown eyes, for the first time, were burning hot coals.

            Mama went to the kitchen and grabbed for the large pineapple juice can she used to store the money she and Papa saved. "Rogelio is coming. I told him to pick up the girls and me tonight," she said. She was calm and even sported a small smile.

            "H-how can you do this?" Papa quivered and rivulets of tears streamed down his face.

            "Because Rogelio is a better provider, Marco. He gives me what I want, and he loves no one else but me, unlike you," she spat.

            A motorcycle roared outside of our house, and Mama hurriedly dragged Charlene and me to the door. Charlene didn't protest and clung onto Mama's leg.

            A black motorcycle parked by our small gate, and its rider, Rogelio, looked at us warily. "Huy! Marianne, you said Marco would be asleep."

            "Just shut up and help me with the girls," Mama chided.

            Charlene climbed the motorcycle with Mama's help.

            I stared at Papa who stared at me in return. When Mama called for me while she sat on the motorcycle, I ran back to Papa, closed the door and locked it. Not a second later, the motorcycle roared and sped away.

            Papa embraced me tight and together we wept until Mama's incantation echoed in my ears.

            I hate him, Ling. He and his whore, Isabella, are monsters.

            It hit me. Isabella. Who was she to Papa? Why did Mama hate her? Whoever she was I hoped she would die horrifically.

            I looked at Papa, who cried like a lost child, and I knew I couldn't learn to hate him. He was all I had right now. I couldn't hate Mama either because that was how she really was. I could only put the blame on Isabella, for she was a wedge between my parents. She drove Mama away from Papa.

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17 Chapters
Chapter 1
IsabellaMonster. Mama oftentimes called Papa a monster, a demon who tore our family apart. "I hate him, Ling," she used to tell me before I went to sleep every night. But for an eight-year-old child, I couldn't understand why.            Papa loved man
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Chapter 2
JoshuaMother was a quiet person. She hated noise. Any noise could stir her anger. I grew up tiptoeing on eggshells, always careful not to make her mad. Dad, at that time, was afraid of her, too. He was afraid she'd leave him. He couldn't bare that. She was his only one, or so he believed.            “Colpo di fulmine! When I first saw her a thunderbolt hit me,” he told me.
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Chapter 3
LingThe falls used to be Charlene's and my favorite spot in Paki-bato. Papa said that it used to be very secluded, where lovers had rendezvous, friends shared bottles of beer and sang songs with a guitar in private. But a lot had changed after many years, and many people had built their houses close to the falls. The water had turned murky and there were less fish to fish, but Papa said it was still the most beautiful part of Paki-bato.
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Chapter 4
Joshua Exactly seventeen years passed since mother fired a gun to her head.            In the Memorial Park, you could just count the number of people in the area with one hand. Save for the whistling wind rustling the leaves of trees, the park was quiet and void of
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Chapter 5
LingThe house quaked when I woke up in the morning. Papa jumped all around our house while he packed his things for school. He grinned and sang, “Mi hija, today is the day. Today is the day the sponsor will come.”            “What time will he come?” I asked.
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Chapter 6
JoshuaIt was a two-hour drive. I left the house around ten in the morning, which was also the time I woke up. I had no idea how I got into a suit in the first place, but I knew I needed food.            Driving with Manong Arturo was like driving with a marble statue, like the one in Times Beach, that replica of Statue of David with his nuts hanging loose for everyone to see.
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Chapter 7
Ling      There was much whispering around the lone, long, round table the school faculty prepared for this rarest occasion: a sponsor's visit. The talk wasn't about the chicken adobo prepared by Mrs. Carpio, the school principal, or why my father was giving the meanest glare to kuya Ronny. Everyone, including the young teen girls of the high school department, were staring and talking about the sponsor.
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Chapter 8
JoshuaThat night, after the visit, I was in Jude’s car. The sky was a black, giant ink blot. Streetlamps beamed and taillights of passing cars flashed and flickered.             Jude drove in silence and I rested my head on the window, watching girls in short shorts or skirts and dresses, and guys in tight shirts and black jackets walk to The Red Strip, the club where we parked ne
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Chapter 9
LingOur spoons and forks clattered against the cheap, China plates we'd been carefully using since time immemorial. Papa coughed and drank his glass of water, and stared at me for some time before shaking his head and opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something.            I put down my spoon and rested my elbow on the table. “Do you have anything you want to say?” I
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Chapter 10
JoshuaI woke up naked and sprawled on an unknown bed. My head pounded and the stabbing sunlight drilled into the back of my eyes. I groaned. My right arm felt numb. “What happened?”            Resting her head on my right arm, Bianca woke with a start. Her round eyes grew wide in shock, then shrank back to their normal size. “Good morning,” she said, smiling. She
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