In this posting I will try to avoid the use of the
pronoun.
Let’s just call this person Orange
as reference. I was just being myself when I choose to reject the apparent
developing relationship with Orange. I
was thinking of the possible heartaches I will be dealing if Orange leaves the
Kingdom of the Sands in five months’ time.
I kept my distance and avoided intimacy.
Orange never suspected anything strange for the past weeks.
I was surprised last Sunday morning when Orange told me that
they (I’m avoiding using pronoun again) along those who complained to the Saudi
Labor Office are being sent home. Orange
asked to see me for the last time that evening.
I was busy assisting the training the whole day but rushed home to see Orange. We talked a lot and I advised Orange (again
avoiding the pronoun) that should they reach Manila, they should just go back
to their respective hometowns. What
they were planning was to log a complaint to the POEA and the DOLE against the
agent that sent them for contract violation.
I told Orange that filing a case and waiting for the case resolution would
just be a waste of time and money. The
best thing that they could do is to, as I’ve suggested, go home, take the
needed rest and reapply for another job elsewhere in the world.
After we ate our dinner, I let Orange go. When Orange left, I just couldn’t express how
I felt. Sadness filled my heart but on
the other hand, happy because Orange can finally leave hell. The following day was not better either. Today’s day three and I’m still sad. I am beginning to think that I really love Orange.
I told D and Nilo about it and they just said arte lang iyan
LOL.