I’m taking part in Word-High’s 30 Beautiful Filipino Words. This the ultimate blend, three words!lol They fit so perfectly in this short, I had to do it. As usual the words are taken from Daily Prompt and Word High July. Today’s words are Kinaadman which means wisdom and knowledge and Pahimakas which means the final or last goodbye. Want to join? Checkout the link at the bottom.:)

Where had the time gone? As he sat on the edge of the bed he looked around the room. Soft gray colored walls that cradled the photos of a life he no longer wanted. Correction, could no longer bare to live. They’d been living together for three years. He face creased in frustration as he muttered aloud, “THREE YEARS.” She didn’t want to get married. When they’d first started dating she’d talked often of her hopes and dreams of a wedding and starting a family when they were both ready. Where had that woman gone?

He began packing. First, in the master bedroom. It would be best to just start there and be done with it. He took his suitcases out and began packing his clothes, cologne, ties. He turned to the wall. He hated the color gray. She’d told him he looked best in it so he started buying a few dress shirts, ties, a couple of suits. He just wanted to make her happy so he didn’t mind it at first. Looking at the timeline of photos on the walls he could see the changes slowly taking place. The different hair cuts. Fewer of his friends in the photos, more of hers. He sighed. The last photo was of them with his parents. His mother was stationed on the right of her son. Six photos before this one, his mother was standing in the middle of them with her arms wrapped tight around them both. After the photo his girlfriend had wandered off to talk to his dad while his mother pulled him aside. She’d looked deep in his eyes, touched the shadows that were being to form under his eyes. Her own teary as she told her son she simply wanted him to be happy and right now, he just wasn’t. He took both photos and the ones from earlier in his relationship from the wall and put them in the suitcase.

After filling three suitcases he began carting stuff to the car. He wanted to be gone before she came home. He’d written a letter the day before. Four pages. Handwritten. He’d place another copy in the office. She had a habit of destroying things when she got angry. One of the many changes that had taken a toll on their relationship. Everything was an argument. She never let him get a word in and always managed to make his points seem small or irrelevant. Whatever the problem was, it was always his fault. His laugh was hallow, mirthless. He used to joke with his friends about things always being “the man’s” fault but in reality it wasn’t like that. He knew that from his own parents relationship. In his own however, it seemed she had taken that adage to heart. So he was leaving.

He realized it was over when he was at work one evening thinking of how many projects he could work on that get him home around dinner time, which was closer to bedtime. It hit smack in the gut. He was thinking of ways to avoid his own home. He knew then he had to go. He had already called his parents and asked to used the condo downtown since they were between tenants. Now, there was nothing left to do but leave his half of the rent for the rest of the year and leave his key. It was the coward’s way out but he knew if he talked to her she would do what she did the last time. Talk him out of it, turn those gorgeous brown eyes towards him filled with tears, they’d make up, she’d promise to change, things would be good for the next month or two, but things would begin to unravel again and it would be worse than before. Even though he hated it. Hated feeling like he’d wasted his time investing in something that wouldn’t last. He knew he had to get out before what remained of his love for her turned to rancid hatred.

After doing a final sweep of the house to make sure he left nothing behind, he grabbed his coats from the closet and turned off the lights. As he bounded down the steps and prepared to step outside he thought of the this enigmatic thing called love. It was proving to be as elusive as Bigfoot. Turning up his collar to ward off some of the cold he decided he was done with it. He was done being disappointed. His parents would have to get grand-kids from his siblings who’d made out like bandits with their spouses. He seemed to have inherited their shares of bad luck in love. As he closed the truck of car, slid into the driver’s seat, and pushed the ignition button, he saluted the retreating apartment complex. Leaving both it and his dreams of the future in a haze of exhaust smoke.


Kinaadman Pahimakas

Word High July