Early in the morning of October 13, I got up from my bed and checked the time from my mobile phone. It’s 5 O’clock in the morning. I hurried up for a morning brisk walking which I used to do in keeping myself healthy fit for a 65-year old man.
I saw my wife still tightly sleeping. I didn’t bother waking up her. Making an-hour round from the public plaza, I went home perspiring. I entered the house straight to the kitchen. I saw my wife busy preparing for our and for our 3 grandchildren who will go to school. She didn’t notice me that I was standing at her back.
The plastic laddle which my wife was holding accidentally fell on the floor. She picked it up and I picked it up too. We’re both holding the laddle. We look at each other eyes. I hugged her and kissed her and said, “I love you, Bing and Happy Birthday!” And you know what she replied?
Our Married Life
Rebecca or Rebing or Bing as her fond name was my high school sweetheart. We met at the school campus in the open study hall where we held our music class. She’s a junior student, who transferred from a private high school. That afternoon, a heavy downpour forced her to take shelter to the study hall and I was alone at that time. And we’re two of us. I was attracted to her nicely combed black long hair.
We became fast friend. And a matter of two months we’re no longer friends but lovers. We used to laugh, to sing, to dance. We enjoyed our intimacy as sweethearts for 4 years and we got married at the age of 21. I was still studying in college. She just finished her two-year Secretarial Course. We lived together in my parent’s house. They supported us for the meantime.
By the way, in our early stage of intimate relationship, we’d broken up due to complexity of our birthday. I couldn’t sleep. My parents noticed it. They advised me that I could solve it in my own way. And they’re right. I asked my late mother where I can find my birth certificate. She told me that it was there inside our “baul” (wooden big box (trunk) where we used to place our clean and well-ironed clothes).
After 2 weeks of waiting, I saw Rebing sitting on a concrete bench that encircles the sturdy tree inside the school campus. I approached her by saying, “Hello”. She didn’t respond. Instead she got something from her shoulder bag. I got something inserted from my notebook also. We both presented the papers that we’re holding. It’s our birthday certificate with a clear imprint of our birthdates: October 13, 1951.
Now you know, what did Rebing see at the mirror? And you know, what Rebing replied when I greeted her, Happy Birthday?
Now, we are celebrating our 65th synchronous birthday.
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