Hello! Kindly read the previous post first because Part 8 is actually an EPILOGUE for Part 7.
After 10 years, my faithful bully and I met again. Not accidentally. He purposely went to my office in Coca-Cola Makati, knelt down on his knee (literally) and asked for forgiveness. I should have forgiven him then but I wasn’t yet ready to forget those 6 years of suffering when he tormented and humiliated me.
Two years later, he visited me in CRC (Center for Research & Communication) to again ask for forgiveness. During that time I was deeply immersed in the whole new world of “holiness” so forgiving someone was as easy as breathing. I remember when he asked me out to celebrate our reconciliation and told me to decide wherever I want to go. Lucky for him I was craving for Chocolate Marshmallow Cake of Red Ribbon. We ordered 1 slice each but to my dismay, the waitress told us that it cannot be sliced but could only be bought as a whole. Imagine my joy when Buboy assured her that he will buy the whole cake but we will be eating half of it there. Cake lang pala ang katapat ng anim na taong pagdurusa ko hahahah . . .
My bully-turned-friend left the Philippines after that and worked abroad. He was already married when we met again and was residing in Pasig. He unexpectedly appeared at the doorstep of my shop and for a while, visited me every month whenever he brings his sports car for maintenance check up to his mechanic residing in Las Piñas. Since then, we became very good friends. I guess the cliche “those who are against you now may be with you tomorrow” is true. Becoming close friends with your greatest enemy is inconceivable but by God’s grace, may miraculously happen.
My piano teacher, on the other hand, realized her past mistakes and made a public apology in FB for hurting her students in Marbel. I remember my friend Mimi describing her as “ang babaeng pumatay ng pangarap nating maging piyanista”(someone who destroyed our dream of becoming a pianist). My friend Mimi is now a gastroenterologist but she pursued her dream of becoming a pianist and I am very happy that she eventually fulfilled her passion. We are now good friends with Ma’am Linda. She is in fact delighted that my only son is majoring in Piano at the College of Music, UP Diliman, where her daughter teaches indigenous instruments. Small world indeed!
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