Monday

L. Oliva

How should I start with this story? I guess, in the eyes of a child whose life only revolved around his house and his school. This is not a history but it is a part of the past.

I don’t know if his most hated day is Monday, what I know was every afternoon of Monday, I always hear him knocked on our door. I labeled him lazy.

Alex: Yes?

Ned: I didn’t go to school, what did the class do earlier?

Alex: Nothing much. Just copy my notebook.

Since telephone lines were not yet installed that time, this was our setup. Every Monday that he missed the class, he would go to my house and I’ll tell him what we did in that whole afternoon until supper.

In month’s time, telephone lines were installed in our community. At last, we got our telephone line. But the setup was still the same; the only difference was that instead of going to my house, he would just call.

Ned: Hello?

Alex: Oh?

Ned: I didn’t go to school, what did the class do earlier?

Alex: Nothing much. Just copy my notebook.

Once, I asked Ned if why is he usually skip his classes during Mondays. He told me he needed to accompany his mother to the market. That’s their form of living.

One Saturday, Weekend, No classes.

Ned: Hello?

Alex: Oh?

Ned: Let’s Go! To SM, I’ll treat you.

Alex: Its too early.

Ned: Hurry Up!, I’m going to your house now, Now go take a bath.

I didn’t refuse. I thought that this is his payment for all the things he did that are bothersome to me. After that, we often go out together. Maybe because we have been classmates since kindergarten and maybe because we’re neighbors.

In High School, we have been assigned in different section. We have changed what we often do most. But still after class we go home together. I’d tell him what I have done that day and he’d tell me what he has done also until supper. That was our setup during High School.

When College came, we have been separated totally. He took Engineering at Mapua Institute, and I often shifted courses, from Food Tech Education, Chemistry, BS MATH, Physics until I ended on Information Technology. Our communication has been gapped. We haven’t talked since then.

Our community has been developed in the long run; the streets have been cemented from our house up to his house. For many times I have been thinking to visit him but it never pushed through.

One Saturday. Our phone rang.

Ned: hello?

Alex: Ned?

Ned: Yes.

Alex: Oh good, you’re still alive? Ha-ha

Ned: Let’s Go! To SM, I’ll treat you.

Alex: Its too early.

Ned: Hurry Up!, I’m going to your house now, Now go take a bath.

We have contemplated the eighteen years of our lives together. From just being simple playmates, neighbors, classmates, friends, until we became best of friends. We’ve talked about everything that happened to us in those times that we are not together. Our achievements, frustrations, wooed, MUs, bugs in our lives and things that kept us busy.

After that we went to the old setup. No communication, none in any form. I’ve planned to call him but time didn’t give me a chance. Was it time or maybe I was just lazy to drop him a call? Sometimes my cellphone ran out of load. If 30 pesos E-load have been invented earlier maybe I have changed everything, every moment that I let to go to waste. The moments I missed and have taken for granted.

One afternoon, that was Monday. Some one called. I don’t know why but Ned suddenly came to my thoughts that instance. Maybe because I was used to receive call from him every Monday afternoon.

But that wasn’t Ned. That was his older brother Red, I’ve learned from him that Ned died. His life was timed. I was not aware. I asked myself why Ned didn’t tell me. My cousin who goes to the same school with Ned told me that how can Ned tell me those things if I was always missing and no where can be reached.

Lately, I have pondered and understood the truth. Its not true that I was always missing and no where can be reached The truth is, How can he tell it to me, if what I often do is act as if I do not care at all.

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