A COUPLE'S QUARREL

                                        

             By Vic Odarve

As one of their longtime neighbors, we were always disturbed by their frequent quarrels. An even disagreement over small things would typically result to insulting, mocking, and shouting. The engaged couple said they had been fighting throughout their 30 years of marriage. They stayed together because of their dear children. Right now, all of them were grown-ups and had their own families, the wife finally wanted to voluntarily leave her husband for good. She intentionally wanted to live independently since divorce was not allowed. When asked by the Barangay Captain before signing the papers, the wife said” I love him, but my patience already reached to the point that I had to leave him. I am sorry.” Then the husband said, “it’s just okay I can understand what she had wanted.” The couple decided to sign a mutual agreement to live separately.

Couple Quarrel

Ten years had passed. Their eldest son youngest daughter decided to go on wedded vow. Both were invited. The ceremony was performed in one of the luxurious hotels in the city. Sitting in the first table together with the newlyweds, the couple, now an old man and lady, sat near to each other during the dinner time. Both were quiet. As the dinner started, the old man immediately gave a piece of grilled fish to the lady and said,” Take this, it’s your favorite.” The wife said” This is the problem; you think so highly of yourself and never thought of how I feel. Don’t you know that I hate a grilled fish?” The old man’s temper raised up, but he managed to control it. Keeping silent for a while, he just behaved as if he did not hear anything knowing that by mumbling something would end in a quarrel.

Grilled Fish

After the social affair, both returned eagerly to where they lived. At that night both could not sleep. The old man got a bottle of local wine and got drunk. He phoned his old lady and sincerely wanted to tell her he is sorry for the grilled citrus fish and to inform her that he still loved her. He never stopped calling her. He was deeply depressed.

On the other end, the wife still angry and could not understand how after all these years, he still does not understand her that she hated a grilled fish. But she still loved him. At that point she decided not to answer no matter how the phone rang knowing its him.

Couple's Neighbors

The next day, a neighbor informed her that man died from a heart attack. And that was the time he had tried in vain to contact her. It was then she remembered he had previously a heart problem. The last text she received that night was saying, “My dearest wife, I want you to know I will always be at your side even to the ends of the world. I love you.”

Sometimes we think marriage life is a bed of roses. But it is not! For a couple, both must learn how to love each other.

A Little Help That Boni Would Never Forget

         By Vic Odarve

One summer afternoon while on the bus stop station, the man overheard a familiar voice alongside the bus terminal. As he went down from the local bus, he carefully looked to the crowd of passengers and street vendors. Boni instantly recognized him at once. Caught in mild surprise, he asked, “Oh Boni, I think you are schooling, why are you here? He merely inclined his head and confided later that he was advised to stop schooling by his parents, and instead, looked for a job.

Boni's residential residence - Mayana Village

Boni was undoubtedly on his concluding years in high school. The man and Boni’s family were very closed neighbors in the local village. The man learned that Boni instantly abandoned his class almost a week since he could not attend the ongoing final exam due to unpaid tuition fee and that his father was sick. Hence, he decided to stop schooling. “But why not ask the principal to have a promissory note and take the final exam? “the man refuted. Boni modestly replied that he had tried, but his request was not granted. 

As the man drove away, the innocent picture of this adolescent boy kept on playing on his mind back and forth that convinced him to see Boni’s parents. Boni’s parents were one of his best friends and a neighbor for around 30 years. 

Upon arrival on their local village, he visited their parents. On their engaging conversation, the parents admitted their son’s stoppage in schooling. The man also learned that the family is struggling in pain over the local school financial obligations. Without hesitation, the man did offer a little financial assistance for the tuition fee and advise them to let their son to go back to the class, take the final exam, and complete high school education. In return, the parents humbly thanked him for his needed help. 

A Man's residential house

Finally, the son returned to the class, took the exam, and successfully attended the graduation ceremony.

Ten years had passed. The man had virtually forgotten the incident when he received a letter from Boni, the village’s neighbor’s son. It fondly recalled that summer afternoon when he was selling goods as street vendor in a bus terminal and how he convinced his parents at his village home to resume his study. 

On top of that was an enclosed round-trip ticket to Davao City and humbly asking the man to be one of the main sponsors on his wedding day held in one of the most glamorous hotels in the city. At that place, the man met Boni and his wife, his parents, and together with the bride entourage, spent their time in one of the momentous moments in their life.

The young man is now the project engineer of the DPWH with main office in Davao city. He is a Civil Engineer.

 This humble man never foresaw the turn of events. For him it was just a little help but somehow did touch someone’s life.

My Math Visitor

         By Vic Odarve

Except for private institutions, the country’s federal state universities and colleges were plagued with teachers’ union strike. Students stayed at their homes waiting for trouble to settle and resume their classes afterward. But one student refused to stop her schooling!

So I am lucky to teach in one of the private universities. No teachers’ union strike!

School Campus

In one of my visit to the university library to read some local newspaper, one of the students approached and requested me to have some explanation on the math solutions previously discussed in the classroom. “Okay, what part of the topic?” I told her. She opened her notes and showed the steps where she got the problems and I did the explanation and discussion. Satisfied, she said, “Thank you, Sir, I understand already”, she said. Then I said,” How was the result of your last quiz?” “I got 90 % score, Sir”, she smiled. “Good, and on next quiz you must get a perfect score”, I replied. Then she slowly walked quietly and slip away. I paid little attention. She got a good score. So nothing to worry!  She may just serious enough and want to do more on her study every day.

Engineering students

Then, the next quiz came. Only 5 out of 234 students in a class got a perfect score. And she was one of them!

It was then that I gave her an attention. I noticed that during the class session, she sat at the end of the last row of the seats in a packed and overcrowded room. She listened intently and focused to my discussion. No friend, no talking even on her seatmates as if she knew none of her classmates! “She must be too shy”, I guessed.

The semester math course was about to finish. I gave the final quiz before the final exam. “This would be the last quiz”, I told the students. Then what was the result? She got perfect score again! She had done it! “She is a good performing student”, I told myself.

The next meeting I returned the quiz scripts. She was absent. For almost two weeks, I could no longer see her. Then I inquired the course representative and her classmates what happened to this girl. To my surprise, none of her classmates knew her. She vanished and I received no word from her and her whereabouts! I was completely blank!

Math students

After two weeks my phone rang. The girl informed me that she returned to her school at the federal university since the teachers’ strike was over. She thanked and told me that she learned and enjoyed math during her stint in my class. It was then I knew that she was my math- visitor. She was not my student! She refused to stop schooling! Then she returned to where she belonged!