Often a time Jamole would ride his scooter to the pedestrian bridge, park at a corner and watch the beggars under the bridge solicit for money. And once in a while he would smile especially after gazing upon the very spot he bumped into Susan and proposed marriage to her.He would shake his head pitiably and look up the sky, wondering if he was dreaming or not; he couldn’t believe a marriage proposal he made to a cripple girl in a wheel chair changed his life for the better.With arms folded, he studied the disable beggars with keen eyes and he looked forth to the day he would take them off the street and add meaning to their lives for the sake of his wife.He couldn’t wait for such a day to come; he wouldn’t want to do it now; it was a selfless service that would always court the attention of the public, especially the media so he would want to execute it when he must have revealed his true identity.About sitting on his scooter to ride home, one of the beggars, a young man who was la
Micheal stared gaping at himMicheal was able to lead Jamole to Antipolo General Hospital where his wife was hospitalized for the kidney transplant.When they got into the doctor’s office, the surgeon, a young Caucasian Indian man with skinny chin and short blond hair scowled his face upon seeing them; reason being that Micheal must have brought another man to plead on his behalf as usual.Days past thus had Michel done, visiting the hospital with his pals to plead with the doctor to perform a surgery free of charge. But the doctor had replied him on countless occasions, reminding him of the adverse impact running a free surgery would cost the hospital.“Get the half a million dollars or no deal,” the surgeon had told Micheal after hounding him about with a plea for free surgery.While Jamole stood at the door, arms folded , staring cheerfully at the doctor , the surgeon barked at Micheal, “You again! Who did you bring this time to plead on your behalf, the world richest man or Swan Pa
“Um,” she batted her lashes; beads of sweat hung on her brow. “Swan Pablo?” her brow knitted in frown, “Um… excuse me please I think there is a mix up somewhere. Is this not for the popular Swan Pablo, the richest man in Antipolo? I perceived there is a mix up somewhere...” she stuttered as she gazed upon the credit card once more and looked at Jamole.Jamole dimmed his eyes at his offender. “Young lady are you blind or you don’t see clearly at noon? Can’t you read? That is my credit card. Withdraw the peanuts of a bill and give it to me now!” he ordered.The cashier flinched, trembled hugely and shot a quivering stare at Jamole. She was perplexed and destabilized upon seeing Swan Pablo’s credit card. She had never been bewildered before as she was now.She stooped, “Excuse me sir, is this not Swan Pablo’s credit card? What is it doing with you and who are you?” she asked in a calm, relaxed tone, her countenance filed with uncertainty. She couldn’t proceed any further with the questi
Hurriedly the cashier led Micheal and the doctor to the reception to show them the heir. Neither the doctor nor Micheal knew it was the same Jamole that the doctor had been cursing.Both men were expecting to see a spectacular figure.But they met the shocker of their lives when they scurried to the reception.“Boss, about the bill you paid, I have brought it to the notice of the doctor and surgery will commence soon.” The cashier bowed as she spoke to Jamole whose legs crossed so proudly.The doctor and Micheal had already been stuck at a spot upon seeing who the cashier was bowing to. The doctor swallowed hard but there was total dryness in his mouth; all of a sudden there wasn’t saliva in his mouth. He stared gaping at Jamole.“Jamole?” Micheal exclaimed, staring around for another personality who could possibly fit in as the heir because the person seated right before him was the husband to a beggar whom he knew too well. “Jamole?” he called for the second time and wished he could
Roger had never been so unperturbed in his life; often than not he would stand up and peep through the window to see if Susan was forth coming. He had been at the café for more than an hour now, waiting for Susan to honor the date.After he dated Stella, he seemed to have lost his skills as a playboy. He needed to culture a typical skill to woo the daughter of the richest man in Antipolo. He never for once considered Susan’s disability. To hell with that.All he needed was the money; the Swan’s multibillion dollars investment; he wanted to be the heir and nothing was going to stop her; he wasn’t too sure if other classic solid men had shot their advances.God willing he could be the only admirer who would win the heart of Susan and become the heir.While he sat quietly to his chilled whisky sour, his thought was interrupted when the screeching of tyres sounded somewhere outside. He tilted his neck and perceived his date had arrived.She came in a convoy of Lamborghini Urus, Lamborghini
Jamole was stiffened down his spines after failing to see much of Jade, when he resumed work. Jade had earned his loyalty ever since he replaced his shoes, so he had taken it as a duty to keep his head up and stand in for him.Jamole was more than a brother to him now.All through the work hours, Jamole wasn’t in his best of mood; his mind churned with fear and worry; he perceived Jade was in trouble which must have kept him from work. And dishearteningly Jade’s phone wasn’t reachable.“Where is this kid? I just hope he is safe,” Jamole murmured under his breath while he dusted the hallway and exit.The hall way and exit were Jade’s portion but because he didn’t see him coming any time soon, Jamole took it upon himself to clean up those areas.The other day Jade had told him where he resided with his mother, so he had planned to pay a visit after work today. He needed to know what fate had befallen him for staying out of duty.***After work Jamole didn’t hesitate to check up on Jade;
With arms pocketed Raca advanced to them; his Indian accent dominating his tone. “Jade. I still can’t believe till this moment your properties are still littering my compound. It is causing nuisance to the environment. I need you to leave my compound entirely!” he howled.Jade went down on his knees and molded his arms, grieffully bowing to him. “Pleas Raca, I want you to show us mercy. My mother is a widow and I am only but a janitor, please give me more time to fix this rent…”“To hell with you, Jade!” Raca beamed, gesturing at him, “Haven’t I tried for your wretched family. I allowed your poor father stay in my house thinking he was going to pay off the rent but the pauper died leaving behind the rent for your miserable soul to pay.”Jamole swallowed hard and grinned; it hurt him so much that Raca called Jade’s late father pauper. It reminded him nothing other than the horrible poor life of his late parents on the street where he was raised.“Right now you are dealing with me and no
“My son, we are doomed,” Jade’s mother, a blonde-haired, chubby woman wailed. “We are literally homeless. What sort of life is this? Isn’t it better we die and have a peaceful rest in the underworld… she lamented.Gazing down to their properties, Jade was dawned by the reality. They were out on the street, in the cold , arms folded with no certainty about a breakthrough and a hopeful future.All that Jade could do was cry and stare at the sky. His mother kept getting worried. “Who do we know, my son?” she queried, “I have been out on the street, sourcing for funds from every passer-by. No one seems to be of help. Just like every poor family out there, we are unfortunate people. With no acquaintance with the rich, we certainly have no edge over life.”Jade winked back tears. He dared to speak but his lips trembled. Some minutes ago Jamole had left him with the most optimistic word ever; God will provide.And if indeed God will provide, it would happen through a Croesus, a mogul, a dee