The university market is a good place to hang out in the afternoon. I go there almost everyday (usually with friends or classmates), buy something to eat, sit and watch people go by.
On March 17 this year, more than two months ago, the story went different.
Ate Lucy bought me an orange (that was very nice of her, thanks te!). I was sipping from a glass of mango shake so I placed the orange beside me, planning to eat it later. My attention lingered on something for that mean while and little did I notice that black ants started crawling on my orange. Again, coz my attention lingered on something! It was only after that that I noticed them.
I kind of grimaced at the sight and my delicious impression of my afternoon snack went away for a moment. The ants never knew what I was going through, they were just up to their next meal, hopefully to satisfy their hunger or save for the rainy days. Now I have to shake them away to have my snack.
But let me go back to the something that caught my attention. Actually, someone. Two someones. I was enjoying my own shake when they sprang out of nowhere and bought some goodies from a stall about 20 meters away (I was at the plaza so I have a good view of the stalls, being at the center of the market). My jaw dropped.
I knew about them for a while already but it was only then that my knowledge became reality. I saw them together in person. I squirmed. I think they saw me too, but I knew they would pretend they didn’t. Who cares?
Then my attention turned back to my orange and it was then when I noticed the ants.
Is this a coincidence? I thought. What perfect analogy! Me, the orange, the ants and my impression of the orange represented the reality I facing then! I would presume that you, reader, may be good in analogies so let me loosely define my subjects without being too explicit…
The orange was the one someone I saw. The orange was sweet, adorable and gorgeous to the taste. In fact, I’d love to have a bite! However, the orange isn’t all that sweet. In fact, it is sometimes sour. The orange was the one I put aside since I was enjoying my mango shake.
The ants was the other someone. Also known as The Devourer in this case. From my own point of view, he was not helping the orange. Yes, the orange was supposed to be eaten, but not his way! He was trying to degrade the orange, and I presume a silent and unfavorable decay. Well, he doesn’t know what I was going through then. I grimaced when I saw the orange and the ant together. Tsk tsk. It was an illegal meal! He was destroying the orange as he wanted to enjoy it himself!
I grimaced at the sight. Suddenly my appetite for the orange was gone. I guess it tells enought.
If that was an illegal meal for the ant, why did they go there anyway?
Ah, March 17 would be the vis pe raz of the celebration they could celebrate for a period of time they were together equivalent to the span of a trimester. (I shouldn’t have written this.)