Names changed for privacy.
It was a usual Sunday morning. My family and I went to church and attended Sunday services, like the usual thing. But there is something more special about this Sunday, not because of the fact that more people went to church today. It’s for me that is something special – or… someone.
We are using the Plan A in our ward – so we have our classes and Sunday school first before the sacrament.
We are all standing singing a hymn from the hymnbook when I suddenly have the urge to look at the double door behind us. Then I noticed a tall guy came in wearing a cap, a red shirt and a khaki shorts. Wait a minute, I told myself; I think I know this guy. He’s got those eyes that would make you think he’s Chinese or Korean. He’s a little bigger now though, but his gait is still the same. That gait that you would be certain that this guy loves to work out or loves sports so much.
He came closer as the congregation sang. He walked closer… closer… then a church friend (seated about a meter away from me) whispered, “Sino siya?” Her sister next to her also wears that big question mark on her face. Then I whispered back “It’s John Waynard!” Then my friend nodded and told her Ate about it who nodded as well as if with one accord.
I couldn’t hide that big smile on my face as he comes to me. I still couldn’t believe he’s here. Out of so much excitement and surprise I blurted out “Why are you here?” Because I still have that doubt if he did finished his mission or he came early because he was sent home, that wouldn’t be necessary because it’ll only be a month before he would truly return.
He told me about having to come out on weekends and he decided to come over, in my town. I’m still not convinced because I think that is really not allowed for missionaries. And mind you he’s not wearing that name tag anymore!
I was so confused, yet still excited. The hymn ended (probably a closing hymn) and then I suddenly decided to come out to throw my niece and nephew’s trash. I couldn’t find any trash can inside the building so I went out. I hurriedly came down the stairs. There was this garden outside and at the back of that building near the staircase; I found where they put all the trash. Next to it is a plant that was continuously showered by that water coming out of that roof…like a small waterfall. Then I thought, it might have rained earlier, I could still feel the misty air. Because of that water you couldn’t see the people coming down the stairs, although some are recognizable by what they’re wearing.
I threw that trash and got a little wet because of that water from the roof. Then I looked up, I saw my special guy in a red shirt as he came down the stairs, I can feel his stare. He is looking at me as he slowly comes down.
I started to walk away wondering why he’s home early. He’s supposed to come home on November, and now he’s home earlier than everyone expected!
I have this mixed feeling. I am happy that he’s home but I am not sure I should be because I am not sure if he’s really supposed to be home!
That white building is elevated. So next to that staircase at the right side, there are still stairs beyond that and he’s there sitting on the last step before the end of the elevated floor. He’s like on a stage. He took off his cap. Kalbo pa rin… that made me smile. Then he put it back on. He stood and smiled at me as I come closer. It is as if he sat there to wait for me.
He told me he was home the first week of October. He finished his two years in mission that October.
So he really did finished his mission, I thought. I told him “Nakakainis ka!” while I was wearing that huge smile on my face. I asked him about why he never told me he’s supposed to be home earlier than I thought, why I never knew about that, and why he showed up just weeks after he came! I am his girlfriend I’m supposed to know all these things! I was so mad yet happy that I pushed him between his upper lip and nose with my right pointer finger. I didn’t know if that hurt much because he did not react that much. He just smiled at me. And oh how I felt so much like butter in an oven when he smiled at me. I miss that smile. I just felt so good, so happy. I felt totally secured once again. This is the same feeling I had before he left for his mission.
We proceed forth to the lobby. The whole lobby is covered with glass walls and door. We can see the people in the lobby from the outside. I was surprised to see some of his friends from Daraga sitting there! Ronnie still bears that usual huge smile on his unceasing smiling face while talking to the other Single Adults. Some leaders are just standing talking to each other, laughing. Some sisters are almost at the verge of running around, probably busy with their callings. They just seem so happy.
I told my John Waynard that I was so happy to see his churchmates there. And as we pushed the door to enter the building – I woke up.
Yes! I just woke up! It seems so real I never thought I was totally dreaming! I was like, “Waah! Nakakainis! Nakakainis!” I was punching and slapping that huge pillow next to me “Panaginip lang pala yun! Nakakainis talaga!” Oh it just felt so real!
So there I come to realize that our chapel is not really elevated, nor does it have a 2nd floor for the sacrament room. Nor does it have a beautiful lobby like that of a hotel. And the past few days it hadn’t been really raining when it is supposed to be. The reality is we are experiencing drought little by little…and it’s just so hot outside everyday like its still summer! So it is very impossible for a water to fall down off the roof like a waterfall. And what are those Daraga dudes doing in our ward on a Sunday like this? And it’s not even November or October yet! Today is the 5th day of August! My boyfriend won’t be coming back until November. And I noticed all were wearing their Sunday’s best in that dream, priesthood with neckties and sisters with skirts…why would my boyfriend wear a red shirt and khaki shorts on a Sunday, and wear a cap inside a building!
Maybe I didn’t noticed all of those things while I was dreaming because I was so excited that he’s home…So preoccupied with that happiness that covered all the doubts that are supposed to be there.
It just felt so real. I felt a little sad when I came to my senses, that all along I was just dreaming.
I started on with my day; I pray and prepared to go to church.
It was a usual Sunday morning. My family and I went to church and attended Sunday services, like the usual thing…
It just so happened that even though it was really hot the past few days – this particular Sunday…it rained.
It was a usual Sunday morning. My family and I went to church and attended Sunday services, like the usual thing. But there is something more special about this Sunday, not because of the fact that more people went to church today. It’s for me that is something special – or… someone.
We are using the Plan A in our ward – so we have our classes and Sunday school first before the sacrament.
We are all standing singing a hymn from the hymnbook when I suddenly have the urge to look at the double door behind us. Then I noticed a tall guy came in wearing a cap, a red shirt and a khaki shorts. Wait a minute, I told myself; I think I know this guy. He’s got those eyes that would make you think he’s Chinese or Korean. He’s a little bigger now though, but his gait is still the same. That gait that you would be certain that this guy loves to work out or loves sports so much.
He came closer as the congregation sang. He walked closer… closer… then a church friend (seated about a meter away from me) whispered, “Sino siya?” Her sister next to her also wears that big question mark on her face. Then I whispered back “It’s John Waynard!” Then my friend nodded and told her Ate about it who nodded as well as if with one accord.
I couldn’t hide that big smile on my face as he comes to me. I still couldn’t believe he’s here. Out of so much excitement and surprise I blurted out “Why are you here?” Because I still have that doubt if he did finished his mission or he came early because he was sent home, that wouldn’t be necessary because it’ll only be a month before he would truly return.
He told me about having to come out on weekends and he decided to come over, in my town. I’m still not convinced because I think that is really not allowed for missionaries. And mind you he’s not wearing that name tag anymore!
I was so confused, yet still excited. The hymn ended (probably a closing hymn) and then I suddenly decided to come out to throw my niece and nephew’s trash. I couldn’t find any trash can inside the building so I went out. I hurriedly came down the stairs. There was this garden outside and at the back of that building near the staircase; I found where they put all the trash. Next to it is a plant that was continuously showered by that water coming out of that roof…like a small waterfall. Then I thought, it might have rained earlier, I could still feel the misty air. Because of that water you couldn’t see the people coming down the stairs, although some are recognizable by what they’re wearing.
I threw that trash and got a little wet because of that water from the roof. Then I looked up, I saw my special guy in a red shirt as he came down the stairs, I can feel his stare. He is looking at me as he slowly comes down.
I started to walk away wondering why he’s home early. He’s supposed to come home on November, and now he’s home earlier than everyone expected!
I have this mixed feeling. I am happy that he’s home but I am not sure I should be because I am not sure if he’s really supposed to be home!
That white building is elevated. So next to that staircase at the right side, there are still stairs beyond that and he’s there sitting on the last step before the end of the elevated floor. He’s like on a stage. He took off his cap. Kalbo pa rin… that made me smile. Then he put it back on. He stood and smiled at me as I come closer. It is as if he sat there to wait for me.
He told me he was home the first week of October. He finished his two years in mission that October.
So he really did finished his mission, I thought. I told him “Nakakainis ka!” while I was wearing that huge smile on my face. I asked him about why he never told me he’s supposed to be home earlier than I thought, why I never knew about that, and why he showed up just weeks after he came! I am his girlfriend I’m supposed to know all these things! I was so mad yet happy that I pushed him between his upper lip and nose with my right pointer finger. I didn’t know if that hurt much because he did not react that much. He just smiled at me. And oh how I felt so much like butter in an oven when he smiled at me. I miss that smile. I just felt so good, so happy. I felt totally secured once again. This is the same feeling I had before he left for his mission.
We proceed forth to the lobby. The whole lobby is covered with glass walls and door. We can see the people in the lobby from the outside. I was surprised to see some of his friends from Daraga sitting there! Ronnie still bears that usual huge smile on his unceasing smiling face while talking to the other Single Adults. Some leaders are just standing talking to each other, laughing. Some sisters are almost at the verge of running around, probably busy with their callings. They just seem so happy.
I told my John Waynard that I was so happy to see his churchmates there. And as we pushed the door to enter the building – I woke up.
Yes! I just woke up! It seems so real I never thought I was totally dreaming! I was like, “Waah! Nakakainis! Nakakainis!” I was punching and slapping that huge pillow next to me “Panaginip lang pala yun! Nakakainis talaga!” Oh it just felt so real!
So there I come to realize that our chapel is not really elevated, nor does it have a 2nd floor for the sacrament room. Nor does it have a beautiful lobby like that of a hotel. And the past few days it hadn’t been really raining when it is supposed to be. The reality is we are experiencing drought little by little…and it’s just so hot outside everyday like its still summer! So it is very impossible for a water to fall down off the roof like a waterfall. And what are those Daraga dudes doing in our ward on a Sunday like this? And it’s not even November or October yet! Today is the 5th day of August! My boyfriend won’t be coming back until November. And I noticed all were wearing their Sunday’s best in that dream, priesthood with neckties and sisters with skirts…why would my boyfriend wear a red shirt and khaki shorts on a Sunday, and wear a cap inside a building!
Maybe I didn’t noticed all of those things while I was dreaming because I was so excited that he’s home…So preoccupied with that happiness that covered all the doubts that are supposed to be there.
It just felt so real. I felt a little sad when I came to my senses, that all along I was just dreaming.
I started on with my day; I pray and prepared to go to church.
It was a usual Sunday morning. My family and I went to church and attended Sunday services, like the usual thing…
It just so happened that even though it was really hot the past few days – this particular Sunday…it rained.
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