Ayesha Point of View
We just got back from our nature adventure yesterday. I didn't realize how exhausted my body was. I remember how I sat down on the sofa and fell asleep for two hours while my siblings are still active. It seems that they are not tired.
After taking a bath that same day, I sat on the edge of the bed and I again fell on a deep slumber for another hour! I'm thankful that no one bothered me.
Amazing how God made our bodies, right? While in our nature adventure, I had so much stamina for fun, exciting and crazy explorations! When I got home, my body must have sensed I'm home and it said,
"Okay, time to rest and regain my strength."
I didn't entertain any disruption or paper works.
Today, I well-rested.
We are also done unpacking our things and done doing the laundry with my sister. My brother and father went to the farm to visit our newly planted rice while my mother went to the site where her new project located.
After washing clothes, we did general cleaning inside and outside the house. We planted, replanted both flowering and non-flowering plants. It was nerve-wracking because planting plants was not meant for me. Most of the time, plants that I'm going to plant will not survive. Hoping the plants to survive, I even uttered my novena.
"You looked like an idiot," my sister commented while cleaning our mess.
"It's not bad, okay? And besides, maybe, it will consciously work," I replied as I winked at her but she just laughed at me. "Look, my big sis," as I referred to the bougainvillaea.
"Really?" she said mockingly. The bougainvillaea was green and looks like it doesn't replant. I was very thrilled if my ceremony will work after how many days starting today. "Stop and let's clean our messed so we can rest and prepare for dinner."
"Yes, my highness," I replied bowing my head to my master.
"How silly you are."
We cleaned our mess while continuing our conversation.
Back then, my sister Nina and I are not this closes. We used to fight and argued about small matters. I hate how protective sister she was, I was annoyed how she treats me and I thought she was jealous of me because Dad and Mom used to care for me. Unlike my brother, George, who supported me in everything.
I still remember the day we fought. Yes, we fought countless times but what remained in my mind was those she spoke.
"Don't act like a spoiled brat, Ayesha. Mom and Dad don't raise us to be spoiled. They don't tolerate that kind of bratty attitude. You know what, I cared for you. I was only protecting your heart."
I was only protecting your heart."
Those words she said years ago, at first, I didn't know if what kind of heat she's referring to if it is the literal heart or figurative heart. Until one day, we reconciled with each other unexpectedly. I looked at my sister holding a broom and I was lucky to have a sister like her. Those words refer to both kinds of hearts, literal and figurative.
"Hey, what are you looking at? Faster, will you?" she exclaimed. I did what she said. After an hour, we did. Looking at what we did with my sister, I feel great as if I did something spectacular yet it considered simple work. It brought job satisfaction, more comfortable and soothe stress. I was so happy to write an entry about this moment and I won't miss out to share in one of my notes.
The other hours went well. The dinner came and I'm glad that we have the time to spend our dinner together, a very typical tradition in our family.
"I heard that Mollen was about to marry," Papa said between our convention. My eyes went wide upon hearing the news. The nerve? Is it true?
"Fake news?" my sister exclaimed just like a bomb exploded.
"Are you sure Pa? She's still a junior high school student. How come? Is she pregnant?" I added.
"Well, what do you expect nowadays?" I was shocked by that sudden news. Mollen was my cousin from my mother side. She was in her third year in junior high. She was too young for the responsibility.
"Nina, George and Ayesha," a sudden call out from Papa and it was rare to call us out with our names together. "I knew that you already infer what is right and what is wrong. It's not that I condone what your cousin chose to walk but I want you to remember what God wants for you and not what others say, do or view."
We all nodded in our father's statement.
"Love involves more than a feeling." He added.
What do I know about love? What I felt back then, does that mean love? How can I know if it's real or just a mere infatuation?
Others say that love is the seventh sense that will make all other senses useless and make you do nonsense. That love magnifies the most little good deeds of a person. Is that genuine?
I went to my room thinking all that my parents said. They are correct that whatever did, we need to carry our load. No one is liable for what we have done.
Then, out of blue, an unexpected message popped up on my phone after how many days of not sending me a message. As for me, I didn't bother myself delivering messages as well unless it's really important.
"When are you coming back?"
"Souvenir, horseradish will do!"
A message from Vener. I frowned at his message. Because of that, I was clouded with so many thoughts and I was blushing on how I concluded things.
"Did you see my post? Oh, I'm a sorry girl! Your picture is being talked of the post."
Ron sent me to laugh and cry emoticons respectively.
I hurriedly replied to Vener and Ron as I went to my social account.
It was a picture of me, back part, looking at a horseradish tree as I attempted to get some leaves with a caption "Maybe you know, she's missing #horseradireactionswas shame with all the reaction I read at the same I was laughing at those who don't recognize my back figure.
Be ready, Rona!!