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|The Ballad of Police Officer Rollo Vitug (standard:drama, 3569 words)|
|Author: A Garcia Santiago||Added: Mar 25 2017||Views/Reads: 133/33||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|An aging policeman life story that revolves around the adoption of a young child.|
It was early morning after the feast day of Black Nazarene when the smoke from burnt garbage rise up on the street. It shadowed the 'jeepneys' and dilapidated buses that ply the crossing of Edsa and West Avenue. Rollo Vitug, an aging 45 year old policeman dreamed that day as he watched the intersection moved slowly during the early morning rush hour. He dreamed of having a nice Filipino family. He dreamed God would pity on him and gifted him and his wife one happy child they could cherish and who would look after them when they grow old. Several months ago, they had done the craziest dance during the feast of Obando together with hundreds of infertile couple with the sole purpose of wanting a miracle child. They held atop their heads replicas of Virgin Mary and waived on their hands christian amulets just so to express their extreme desire of wanting a little child on their arms. He spent the rest of the day untangling the traffic mess in the busy intersection after the mid day onslaught of heavy rain. He swam across the flooded street and helped the city public works unclogged the nearby esteros. They removed three discarded refrigerator housing, 2 old ten wheeler tires, a tree branch and a half ton of various hazardous garbage. It was early dusk when the smoke finally disappeared and the countless buses began to ferry the million of passengers that converged at the city's intersection. He saw group of school children that ran towards the row of school buses and made funny faces as they pressed their mouth and cheek in foggy windows-tired students that squeezed their bodies inside packed buses just to go home. Beggars. Vendors. Prostitutes. People with nowhere to go. People that stood still for hours unsure of destination. The night become alive as the green city light illuminated the city. The bend has a life of its own as it unfolded in her palm the young girls with far away look in their eyes. Girls with painted faces and 70s deluded gestures-with eyelash longer than the length of their cheap Caronia nails, and aah those jet black hair that was thirty inches long. Police office Vitug had no memory of these beautiful girls that walked by him. He knew them among the shadows as they extrude their pale full lips. Maybe he was still dreaming. Maybe not. But the night hold many promises that sometimes endure in the wee hours of the morning.He was dead tired. Wanting to go home. Yet the call of his duty extend beyond the unimaginable. "Hey officer you should be home," said the young beautiful prostitute beside her. "Or you can go home with me for the night." Rollo Vitug just simply nod his head and walk on. He walked in many dark places. But that night he walked in a universe so dark that he felt lost in his journey. He saw a beautiful young girl glide towards an old waiting taxi cab taxi. Where are these people going to? He asked himself. Why am I going this way and not the other way? He wasn't lost. His mind is simply elsewhere. As he went further in the darkest corner of the street he saw tiny lights among the bushes. What are those light? He inspected them closely and found they were swarm of fireflies. It was so many Rollo Vitug simply lost count of them.Then he heard a tiny voice laughed behind him. He must be out of his wits. He was too tired to dream all these aberration in his senses. He saw a tiny shadow move in front of him and called it to come out. "Come out. Who are you? Cmon. Don't be shy." Then a child come out of the bush . The child smiled the sweetest smile that melted Rollo Vitugs heart. The little child unfolded his hand as the lights from the tiny fireflies shone brightly in his tiny palm. Rollo Vitug felt euphoria as the swarm of fireflies engulfed them. It was the sign he always waited. Rollo Vitug arrived in his home in Rizal at around eleven in the evening. He asked his wife to close his eyes for a minute and when she opened them she found a beautiful child making cute funny faces on her. His wife Elena sat motionless as Rollo Vitug and his little friend took their dinner. The kid was no more than 4 year old. He was so cuddly with his fat cheek and curly hair. "That poor child...he must have miss his parents don't you think?" Elena said. But the child seemed at home with his new found abode. He ran around and at the middle of the night Rollo Vitug played horse with a child for the first time ever in his life. And that was enough to answer his wife's apprehension. Rollo Vitug buzzed in her wife's ear. "Look how happy this child is. Look at how happy we are. Look at the possibilities...maybe we can look at this at a different angle....like a chance...a gift from God. The answer to our endless mourning and prayer." "You know how I so want this gift to be true." Elena said to her husband. "We need to do some thing to make this legal. This kid is ours Elena. I will make it a dream come true for us." Click here to read the rest of this story (231 more lines)
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