This is my final paper for my PI 100 class aka Jose Rizal...this is such a disgrace for our National Hero! (Pasensya-i ang wrong grammar galore)
Makamisa: Continuation
The Crossing of the Paths
Cecilia was alone, walking alone in the streets as she hated the crowd in their house. His brother Cecilio, almost her namesake, was the direct opposite of her character. Cecilio may be educated but he was uncivilized, savage and dumb. Cecilia, who grew under the sophisticated eyes of Doña Orang, was always graceful and she never did leak a single mistake from her actions. Cecilio always got into squabbles around town while Cecilia made all of the men hold their breath in lustful fascination.
Cecilia, again, was daydreaming of Ysagani as she walked on the streets with barbeque stalls all over the place. White smoke twirled around her direction and the air smelled of delicious spices and raw blood. Cecilia decided to buy some isaw, because she was somewhat hungry because of her dramatic gracing of the streets.
As the flesh inside of a chicken gut sizzled out with the every bite of Cecilia, a familiar voice almost choked her. Ysagani was shirtless because he was asked by his priest uncle to help the townspeople from digging a canal way.
Ysagani greeted Cecilia, but the latter could not reply. Her tongue was knotted from the site of the shirtless Ysagani, whose ectomorphic body structure was sparkling with beads of sweat.
“Cecilia, what are you doing here, alone?” Ysagani asked and for Cecilia felt his warm breathe push her face.
“Eating isaw?” Cecilia answered playfully, as she licked the sharp tip of the barbecue stick.
As the atmosphere became humid, the silence between Ysagani and Cecilia became stronger. They stared at each other, as both tried to decipher each other’s imagination.
“I thought you’re a decent woman, Cecilia.” Father Agaton appeared from behind a white smoke. “You’re a puta pala.”
“Watch your mouth, you’re a priest.” Ysagani defended Cecilia.
“What kind of a woman, talks to a shirtless guy in the street?” Father Agaton asked. “If I did not pass by here, you’re both going to…you know…go pastoral.”
Ysagani punched the face of Fr. Agaton right there and then. The people around were shocked that they held their breath and bulged their eyeballs. Fr. Agaton got a hold of nearby rattan chair and whacked it on the head of Ysagani.
Ysagani went dizzy for awhile but grabbed a long chair made of narra and threw it at Fr. Agaton, who dodged it. Fr. Agaton was about to slam the rattan chair on Ysagani but Ysagani speared with his shoulder the body of Fr. Agaton.
The barbeque owners started separating both men, such an ugly site for a priest to be violent, and a lowly worker to hit a priest. Nevermind the titles and the accolades of being a priest, that was Fr. Agaton without the pretense.
“We’re not finished yet!” declared Ysagani, who was restrained by Cecilia.
“Yes, we’re not.” Fr. Agaton said, whisking off all of the indios who was assisting him to stand up.
The Death of Father Agaton
Later the night, Cecilia was scolded by her parents and locked her up inside her room. The news spread out of the town, the news demonized Ysagani. Why would a monkey dare to hurt a divinely being? These indios are really half-human half-demon.
It was early dawn, the room of Fr. Agaton still had its lights on. Some of the nuns found it weird since Fr. Agaton couldn’t sleep with the lights on. One of the nuns, decided to open the room of Fr. Agaton, the room revealed a very huge bed, shaped like a heart and colored red. Persian carpets seemed to slither on the floor and various silk clothe dances all over the room like spider webs.
In the middle of the bed was Father Agaton, dead. His eyes were plucked out and her stomach wide open. His genitals were extracted and his kneecaps were crushed. The nun could only shout and then…faint.
The Blood Hunt
The local government declared a blood hunt that night. Even without a proper judicial process, Capitan Panchong declared Ysagani as the killer of Father Agaton. It was a political move, as most of the citizens were angered of the death of Father Agaton. It was a mindless murder. With this blood hunt, Capitan Panchong would smell like a hero, avenging the death of their beloved priest.
After hearing his father declaring Ysagani as the murderer, Cecilia went running, in her transparent night-gown that flaunted her well-shaped breast, to Ysagani’s house. The moon was full, and the night fog veiled the darkness of the night. Cecilia ran on foot and the wetness of the little grasses cleansed her feet.
Ysagani already knew the blood hunt against him. With the help of Don Tanukang, Ysagani will be escaping the town. Silvino was helping him pack his things on a bag made out of katsa. Cecilia came out bursting on Ysagani’s room.
Ysagani ran towards Cecilia. Cecilia was almost naked after her sweat made her nightgown invisible. Ysagani passionately kissed Cecilia, his tongue inserted itself unto her mouth. Cecilia sucked the tongue of Ysagani as Ysagani wiggled it around Cecilia’s mouth.
Cecilia climbed on Ysagani’s body by locking her legs around Ysagani’s pelvis. Ysagani banged Cecilia against the wall, producing a loud but soft creaking sound. Ysagani’s hand played around the smooth legs of Cecilia, and it went up and up until it reached his desired spot.
“Ehem…” Silvino reminded the lovers that he was with them all along. “Kuya Ysagani, let us run already, the boat is waiting.”
“I have to go Cecilia…” Ysagani then kissed Cecilia as if it would be their last.
“Bring me with you.” Cecilia said as he damped her lips on Ysagani’s neck.
“Sure.”
Silvino, Cecilia and Ysagani ran into the port with all their might.
Brother and Father
Don Panchong and his army were waiting on the port. It was the easiest escape route as the road exiting town was blocked after a landslide with rubbles and boulders. Silvino, Cecilia and Ysagani were crouching behind wooden barrels and wooden boxes.
“I will serve as a distraction.” Silvino declared.
“No, you might endanger your life.” Ysagani said.
“They won’t kill me.” Silvino said.
Silvino ran towards Don Panchong only to discover that Cecilio was with them. Cecilio was playing with his two eggs like a circus performer on top of the stacks o cargo.
“Here comes Silvino the wooden egg.” Cecilio teased. The soldiers and Don Panchong laughed.
“What are you all doing here?” Silvino asked.
“Hmmm…we’re waiting for Ysagani to come here.” Cecilio said, gripping one of his eggs until it burst slimy white fluids and yellow liquid, and it ran down Cecilio’s arm.
“Really?” Silvino asked.
“Yes.” Cecilio answered.
Doña Barang arrived on her private kalesa. Her servants brought with them large rattan fans and blew some air on the steaming Doña.
“You’re daughter is gone, again!” Barang fumed.
“Where the hell did she go again?” asked Panchong.
Ysagani and Cecilia crept on the shadows. However, a huge rat passed by Cecilia and it made her scream. They were caught.
“Cecilia, what are you doing?” Barang shouted.
“Ysagani…” Panchong breathed, ignoring her daughter. Panchong got himself a rifle and pointed it to Ysagani. Without any dramatic statements or speeches, Panchong pulled the trigger already.
Cecilia blocked the path of the bullet that was taking the trail towards Ysagani’s brain. After seeing her own sister giving on danger, Cecilio jumped from above to block the bullet that was about to screw it’s way into Cecilia’s head. Before Cecilio could land he was caught with the bullet on air, hitting him on the groin.
Cecilio lied on the ground as small fountains of blood squirted out of his groin.
“Cecilio, what did you do that?” Cecilia asked, with her kneeling and carrying his dying brother on her arms.
“I am your brother.” And Cecilio died.
“This is your fault Ysagani, you’re the reason why I killed my own son!” Don Panchong shouted, as Doña Barang was kneeling on the ground weeping.
Ysagani was pinned into the ground by the gwardiya-sibil, as Panchong unsheathes his jungle bolo. He would like to cut behead Ysagani.
“Stop!” Don Tanukang arrived. “What is this madness, Panchong!”
“Tanukang…” Panchong whispered. “So you are all behind of this Ysagani’s sweet escape.”
“Kill Silvino, Kill him…” Barang wept. “Eye for an Eye. Exodus 21:23-27, avenge our son; it was all Tanukang’s fault!”
“He’s got nothing to do with this!” Tanukang explained. “Kill me instead.”
“Be careful what you wish for…”Panchong hissed. “Kneel, Tanukang, I will give your want.”
Tanukang readily kneeled on the ground, staring at his son, who was tied with abaka rope by the guwardiya-sibil. Silvino’s mouth was inserted with a rag, so that he couldn’t scream.
Panchong raised his bolo and in a flash, Tanukang’s head went bouncing towards Ysagani. Silvino in a muted grief could any display his thickening veins on his neck to show his mourning.
“You’re crazy!” Shouted Ysagani and he wiggled on the ground, trying to escape from the five guwardiya-sibil which were on top of him. Cecilia was restrained by two other guwardiya-sibil.
“Die, Ysagani die!” Panchong raise his bolo as he was ready to stab the head of Ysagani. A loud bang was heard, and the head of Panchong explode, and pieces of her skull fell down on Ysagani. Everybody looked at the source of the gunfire.
Anday, with her daughter on her right arm and a pistol on her other hand, stood with dignity. Barang tried to attack Anday by picking up the bolo of her dead husband but was unsuccessful. Anday shot Barang on her gaping mouth, and the latter choked drowned with her own blood to death.
All of the guwardiya-sibil ran and was afraid of the bloody mess the port turned out to be.
Escape
Silvino, Cecilia, and Ysagani rode on the boat as Anday unties the boat from the port. Silvino, Cecilia and Ysagani were all silent, shocked and disturbed by this wild night.
“Here is my daughter, take care of her.” Anday said and gave her daughter to Cecilia, “Here is the money.”
Anday gave a lot of money, about 10,000 pesos inside a sack.
“Why did you help us?” Ysagani asked.
Anday did not answer, and she pushed the boat with her feet.
“I killed Father Agaton.” Anday answered, as the boat ran into the water away from her.
*photo of Rizal from jameslogancourier.org
