7mm Confessions

he walked slow. you might blame it on his age but on closer inspection he's just really tired. a man looking worn at the end of a days work. his last day at the office. he had his despeda party the day before and it was his birthday. He stood at the side of the street waiting for a motorsikad and at 10am their wasnt a soul on J.P Rizal Street.

he carried along with him some of his belongings accumulated 25 years of government service. a few folders and brown envelopes tied in straw, he held it in his left hand while his right delicately holding a 4-puff-old cigarette. head held up high, he drag long at it and slowly exhaled. relieved perhaps?

a few puffs later an abomination appeared in a form of a motorsikad on the street. he hailed it. got on it. and he was gone.

so thats how you exit after 25 years of government service? no fireworks, no trumpets, no shakehands, no pat on the shoulder? i was watching the whole scene at my office window. im still 30 but i just couldnt let it go in my mind. a lump furiously swelled inside my throat and i was angry. i couldnt help it. couldnt quite explain it.

enough. iv seen enough of the future and i dont like it. its time to roll.

by the way, the man is a good friend of mine. shared service with him for almost 7 years... and he has a lovely daughter.