Bangko (Maikling Kwento ng Katangahan)

Note: for my non – Filipino readers please find below my English translation of this piece.

This is my second piece written in Filipino in celebration of our Language Month (Buwan ng Wika)

 

  “Next please”..madalas sigaw ng teller sa bangko.

Sa kakatunganga ko di ko namalayaang ako na pala ang 

“next please”. Epic fail

Eh paano naman kasi nakikita kita sa gilid ng mata ko.

Pangiti – ngiti; pasulat – sulat.

In short, busy ka. Ni hindi mo nga namalayang merong titig ng titig sayo.

Doon kita unang nakita. Sa bangko.

Ang bangko ay para sa mga gustong magdeposit, magwithraw, o di kaya mag loan, ika nga umutang.

‘Yan lang.

Di totoo yan. Kasi ako pumupunta sa bangko di para magdeposit, magwithraw or umutang kundi para makita ka. 

Oo antindi ko ano? nagdedeposit naman ako. Paunti – unti nga lang.

At eto pa, lahat ng klaseng accounts na – open kona. Sa katunayan, nga eh naging kaibigan ko na ang mga teller doon.

Excited ako twing pupunta ng bangko, paano kasi makikita kita.

Makikita kitang ni minsan, ay hindi man lang ako sinulyapan. Duda nga ako kung maganda ba ako talaga o ginogoyo lang ako ng mga nagsasabing maganda ako. 

Yong isang teller nga kababaeng tao pero maka flirt sa akin wagas. No offense meant here ha.

Lumipas ang maraming araw, linggo, bwan at taon. Pero dyahe talaga, ni sulyap ayaw mo akong bigyan. Siguro nga pangit talaga ako sa paningin mo.

Nakakaramdam na ako ng lungkot. Di mo na nga yata ako mapapansin, eh paano naman kasi taon na talaga ang lumipas at loob ng maraming taon ang tanging nasasambit ko ay “i wonder how it feels to kiss him”…

Kapag offline at pinaantay ako ng teller, sa halip na mainip ay tuwang tuwa ako.

Kapag may matanda sa likuran kong nakapila, nagbabait baitan ako at pinauuna ko sya.

Sayang din kasi ang dagdag exposure ko sana sayo. Pero wala talaga.

It’s been years.

Marami na ang nangyari sa buhay ko.

Oo na aminado ako. Katalinong tao nag aantay sa wala. Dagdag mo yung sa totoo lang maganda ako noh.

One day, nagdeposit ulit ako. Di kita nakita. Nakipagdaldalan muna ako sa teller na naging kaibigan ko. Baka kasi nag break ka lng. Pero hindi mo break eh. Kasi sa tinagal tagal ng panahong pumupunta ako sa bangko ng ganoong oras, never kang nag break. So sigurado ako, di mo break. Baka absent ka, o sick leave kaya.

Umuwi akong malungkot. Obvious ba. 

After one week nagdeposit ulit ako. Wala ka pa rin. Nag worry ako. Kung sick leave ka, eh di one week ka ng nagkakasakit. Nahiya naman akong magtanong kasi alam ng lahat we’re not friends not even in speaking terms, nor hi or hello.. Worst, we were never introduced.

Oo nga ano, bakit nga ba walang may nagpakilala sa atin? 

Again, umuwi akong malungkot.

That was it. the next time i went to the bank. BOOM! Narinig ko nagresign  ka na daw.

Ansakit. Gusto kong maiyak right there and then. Paano na ako? Ay wala naman pala akong dahilan umiyak. I doubt if you even realized i ever existed. 

I never went back to the bank again.

Few years after my “dormancy letter” na ako, reminding me to update my accounts.  At narealize ko malaki laki na din pala naipon ko.

Ang mga tao pag pumupunta ng bangko nag iinvest ng pera. Ako pumupunta ng bangko para mag invest ng pagmamahal. Hey, wait.. mahal nga ba kita? 

Winidraw ko na ang mag savings ko. Malaki laki na din. Pwde ko na din bang mawidraw ang pagmamahal na nainvest ko? Di ko kasi alam kung saan ka hahaapin eh. Wala kasi akong mapagtanungan. Paano wala namang may alam na loka loka ako at my gusto ako sayo.

Sana magkita ulit tayo.  Promise pag nagkita tayo ulit i will make sure, mapapansin mo ako, magugustuhan mo ako.

Pangako yan.

Ano nga ba ang pangalan mo?

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Bank (A short stupid love story)

“Next please”.. this is what i usually hear from the teller in the bank when they call out for  their next customer to be served.

I wasn’t paying so much attention. I was busy looking intensely at you. You were busy working in your table. You were writing. You were smiling. You were answering calls. Unfortunately, you never noticed i was looking at you all this time. Funny for me though, ‘cos i was already the one being called ” next please'”.. the teller has to even yell at me. 

It was in the bank when i saw you first.

A bank is for people who wanted to save or loan money.

It wasn’t the case for me,… its not true. I go to the bank regularly  not only to deposit or save money; it was my only chance to see you. Wow, how noble is that?

But, well.. i do have my accounts there. I’d deposit most of the times in really very minimal amount of money. Clearly, just to have a valid reason to be there and see you. Actually, truth is, I had seven accounts in the bank. One of the tellers became my friend already.

I was always excited to go to the bank. Well, of course because you were there. I will see you again.  I will see you again, who unfortunately never noticed me at all. …Ever…

There were times when i doubted my looks. Am i really pretty as what most people say? Maybe after all, i am not, because you never noticed me, nor even looked at me.

In fact, that lady teller i mentioned would sometimes flirt at me. No offense meant here but, hey come on, let’s face it I am pretty.

Days passed… months…even years…But, i did not get even a single glance from you. Maybe i am really not that pretty.

I was losing hope. I don’t think you will ever notice me at all. After all, it’s been years. And all for these years i have been wondering “how it feels like kissing him?…

There were times when the bank’s system would go offline. Some clients would be pest off and complained. I wasn’t pest off and i never complained. Of course why would i be pest off?  I in fact happy. I have more reasons to stay.

There were times too, when i would play nice to an  elderly woman behind me by allowing her to go first. Well, again, another reason to stay longer in the bank.

It’s been years.

So much and so many happened in my life.

Alright, i must admit. How could someone so smart and intelligent be waiting for something to happen over someone who practically never knew i exist?

One day, i went to the bank for my usual deposit drama. I didn’t saw you there. I chatted over my lady teller/lesbian friend with the hope that you just went on a break. But i realized, i have been going back and forth to the bank on that same time of the day, but you were never on “break”.  Well, i thought, “maybe you went on a leave…sick leave?’

I went home sad. Obviously. 

After one week i  went back to the bank again for another “deposit drama”.  You were not there yet again. So if you went on a sick leave, you must have been sick for one week…ahhhh how are you feelin then?

I have no one to ask. Well i was hesitant to ask because the whole world supposedly knew we were not friends, not even on a “hi, hello” mode. Worst i don’t think you knew I ever existed. 

Again, i went home very sad. Obviously. 

That was it. The next time i was back…BOOM!!! i overheard the tellers talking,  discussing your resignation. 

I was hurt. I wanted to break down, right there and then. ”How ’bout me?'”…Ohh, stupid…i don’t have the reason the be hurt after all.  And yes again, i doubt if you ever realized i existed.  

I never went back to the bank again. Why would i?

Few years after, i received a “dormancy letter” saying i needed to update my accounts. I realized i saved so much money already over the course of time going back and forth in the bank wanting to see you. Amazing!!

A bank is for people to save or invest money. In my case i did not just invest money. I invested LOVE. Hey, am i in love with you? Even if you never noticed me?

I closed my accounts and withdrew my investments.

Can i also withdraw the love i invested on you? I actually don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t find you, I have no one to ask. Besides no one knew i went crazy over you. (Sigh…)

I can only hope  i will see you one day… soon.

I promise when that happens i will make sure you will notice me. I swear… you will like me then.

I promise.

“Oh, by the way what’s your name?”

 

 

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64 Replies to “Bangko (Maikling Kwento ng Katangahan)”

    1. Yes Robert you are right ..Filiponos have over a hundred native dialects..and filipino or tagalog is national language…thank you so much reading…i am happy you love it..

  1. I find myself fascinated by trying to form the Fillipino words … wondering how they should sound. What they mean. Of course the answer to the last question is in the translation. Such a sweet-sad tale of the invisible heart. 💔

    1. I have been trying to attach a reading of my tagalog pieces Osyth for all of you to hear but for some weird reasons i just can’t attach it here…maybe anyone could help me out with this..

      Tagalos is really a beautiful sounding language…the rhythm and rhyme is really outstanding..its music to the ears..

  2. love the relationship between depositing and withdrawing from your bank and love 🙂
    as my brother lives there and I have a few Filipino friends its nice to see the language written and kept alive, well done Mich 🙂

      1. he has never lived in Marawe but his partners family do and her daughters were staying with their grandfather and uncle when my brother brought their mother over for a few months to see Aus. So they had to get her daughters out quickly when the fighting started. There was big complications at the airport trying to fly out but fortunately that was sorted. lol brother is back here again for our mothers birthday but his family are all safe.

    1. Oohh really? …we still have tellers in the banks here and the line is sometimes reallly too long….whenever you go to the bank you have to make sure you are ready for a long wait..

    1. P.S

      Hey Rose i am sending some stuff for some of my relatives there .is there anything in particular you want? Have you tried dried mangoes from cebu? Or other filipino delicacy?…

      1. Ah, Mich, you’re too kind! Mayroon kaming mga tindahan ng filipino dito. Thank you for being a sweet friend. You already gift me with your visits and friendship. xo

      2. It would be fun to exchange something someday. We’ll talk about it again; maybe towards Christmas. I have some sweets made only in WA I can send. ☃️🍬

  3. Hello Mich,
    I commented yesterday and I’m having to manually check for replies but my original isn’t showing up either…
    I’m so sorry. It may be in Spam 🌺🌺

      1. Oh it’s not your fault Mich…I just get upset when I know I comment and you think I haven’t… it’s not a good look!
        But I’m thrilled you received this desperate attempt to contact you….
        Thank you for a prompt reply 🙏🏼💐💕

  4. This is a wonderful little story Mich.. I wonder how many people in our lives never notice us. And I wonder how many times we miss those opportunities to make ourselves noticed?? Great Story.. Some times we invest our love in others and it is not reciprocated..

    I am also loving seeing in print your language.. Lots of similar words mixed in there to our own English language.. A delight to read through it and try to pronounce it . LOL ..

    I hope you have a wonderful week.. Love and Blessings to you Mich.. xxx Sue xx

    1. I am so deligthted to know you love it..and i really wish i could publish a recording of all my filipino pieces for you guys to hear how beautiful our language is ..

      And yes Sue, there are so many people who failed to notice us…but mostly also because we failed to make out presence significant…

      1. I feel you are rectifying that right now.. I adore sifting through your language .. And would love to hear it spoken.
        Enjoy your week Mich.. I am not getting much time on WP this week.. Had my granddaughter. at the weekend and today, We visited a family member, my husband sister, she lost her husband on the 4th Aug, and she asked me to speak the Eulogy at his funeral next week.. So I have been gathering together some of his life’s history..

        But on a lighter we are off out for the day with my daughter tomorrow.. so looking forward to that
        Sending Huge hugs your way Mich.. and keep making a difference with all you write.. xxx ❤

      2. Yes so did I Mich.. it was hard for me too, but something I wanted to do and I got through it.. Love and Hugs xx And yes.. I had a wonderful day today.. Just WONDERFUL xxx Thank you.. Hugs Sue xxx

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