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The Savage Casanova [Published under LIB] Soon on TV5

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He goes to a little jewelry store to buy their wedding rings.  He tries to picture her delicate slim fingers while examining the rings in front of him.  A white gold band with diamond studs surrounding it catches his attention.  While looking at the ring, a pang of nostalgia hit him. The Ring.  The last time he did this was 10 years ago--a memory that he would like to remain buried in his past.  A piece of himself that is long forgotten and made him become what he is now--the Savaged Casanova.  A cold blooded man of three decades who chose to spite love.  For him love is for weak and stupid people.

 

 

“Sir, have you chosen the perfect ring yet?” Tanong ng matandang jeweler kay Ivo.  He looks at the ring again--his prop ring, “Yes, I will take this one, please.”

 

 

Tinignan siya ng Griyegong alahera at nginitian, “You chose a beautiful ring,” Sinabi ng alahera kay Ivo habang pinapakita ang mga nakasulat sa loob ng singsing. “Ise to alo mou miso, it means, You are my Other Half.  Sinukat niya ang singsing habang sinasabi ng nagtitinda ang ibig sabihin ng nakalagay sa loob ng singsing.  He doesn’t give a damn about what the ring says.  He just wants to buy it for his dying wife.

 

 

“Good.  I will take this.” Binalot ng matandang lalaki ang lalagyan ng singsing.  “I wish you a happy marriage.” Iniabot ng matanda ang singsing na binili niya.  Gusto sana niyang dagdagan ang sinabi ng matanda ng happy and short marriage, dahil ang papakasalan niya ay malapit nang sumakabilang buhay.

 

 

 

 

Pagdating niya ng yposakafa nila, pinuntahan niya kaagad ang kwarto ni Moira.  Tinignan niya muli ang mukha nito.  Nagkaroon ng kaunting kulay ang mukha nito na namumutla kagabi.  Mababaw pa din ang paghinga niya at nilalagnat pa din.  Her face is somewhat familiar to him.  Nakilala na kaya niya ito dati bago sila pumunta sa yposkapa?  Wala naman siyang maalalang nakilala niya sa Greece bukod sa mga caretaker ng bahay nina Pavlo.  Tinignan niya mabuti ang mukha ni Moira.  His so-called wife has a delicate face, straight nose and pouty lips as lovely as a rose petal.  She is an exquisite beauty.  Marami pa sana siyang mapapaibig at malolokong lalaki, sayang at mamatay na siya, sabi niya sa isip niya.  Nilabas niya ang binili niyag singsing, tinignan ito maigi pati na rin ang babaing nakahimlay sa kama.  Kinuha niya ang cellphone niya at tinawagan si Geoff, ang secretary niya at nagbigay ng instruction.

 

 

“May ipapadala si Attorney Torres na document.  Pakifile na lang. Uuwi na rin ako in two days.  May mga important messages ba ako?”

 

 

“Tumawag lang ang coordinator para sa bagong project.  At si Miss Belinda lang po.”

 

 

“Okay.  Tell Mr. De Guzman that I will be there in two days.  Yung kay Belinda…do not worry about her.”

 

 

“Yes, sir.  Would there be anything else?”

 

 

“No.”

 

 

After talking with his secretary, tinignan niya muli si Moira. His wedded wife.  Natatawa lang siya habang iniisip yun.  Kinuha niya ang singsing at hinawakan ang kamay ni Moira.  For someone who is dying, her hand is still very warm.  Looking at her sleeping state, she is like a sleeping princess, waiting for her prince charming to kiss her.  Unti-unti niyang sinuot ang singsing kay Moira at nagulat siya nang hinawakan nito ang kamay niya.  Hindi niya maipaliwanag ang dinulot nitong emosyon sa kanya.  Giving a jewelry to a lady is common for him, but putting a ring on someone is a novelty.  Hindi niya alam kung dala ito ng guilt.  But he lost that feeling long time ago in his buried past.

 

 

“There, lovey, we are officially married.  May you wear this beautiful ring in heaven.” Unti-unti niyang binaba ang kamay ni Moira sa kama at nagsimulang umikot sa kwarto.  Nakita niya ang mga damit ng asawa niya.  Ang pink blouse na mukhang naisuot na nito at glasses na nakapatong sa maliit na lamesa.  Those spectacles seem familiar to him.  Tinignan niya muli si Moira at naalala niyang siya ang babaing nakabunggo niya pagkagaling nila ng Yposkafa.  He could only remember those honey-colored eyes that captured him.  Her hazel eyes were so alive when she bumped into him.  Nilapag niya ang salamin sa lamesa at tinignan naman ang isang lumang notebook na katabi nito.  Binuksan niya ito mula sa kinalalagyan ng mark.  She writes in perfect cursive that entices him to read the whole page.

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