WET FIELDS

SOWN

The full semester was over. And perhaps with it, the brief affair with Lizzelle was over too. She was back in Melbourne. Perhaps she was too busy so her promise of keeping me posted was just like that--- a promise unkept.

Though, I was not really expecting she would be keeping her promise.

Women were always expected to change their minds at any given time for any given reason.

But here at home, because it was semestral break, I was expecting Mer to be at home.

And I was planning to spend this opportune time for a two months family bonding. Greggy was already six years old and he was in kindergarten already.

“It’s good to know that you don’t have a field assignment today,” Mer was quite sarcastic.

“I always think that you enjoy more working in the fields than staying at home with us,” said she. I could feel some pent-up emotions in her voice.

Was it anger? Anguish? Suspicion?

Perhaps, all of them.

I understood, it was because I was almost always working or staying outside.

And--- yes, I had been unfaithful to her having that affair with Lissa.

And currently with Liz.

I looked at Mer directly in her eyes.

No. I couldn’t locked eye to eye with her. She would see the glint of guilt in my eyes.

I just looked at the bridge of her nose. This would make her feel as if I was looking directly at her eyes.

I could not confess without being caught. There would be no admission without accusation.

The perfect alibi of a cheater was denial.

“I thought we were both busy with our works,” I reasoned out.

“I thought you are also busy in your work in the university.”

The usual line of alibi. Presumption.

I sidled near her. I gently hugged her and caressed her back. I kissed her gently, but affectionately in her lips.

I hope she did not feel that there was a hint of guilt in that kiss.

“I’m sorry, I’ve spent too much time with my work…” I whispered. It was with all my sincerity.

Though I knew, that was one of the many half-truths I was living my life.

Half-truths. One part is true. The other was a lie.

I was busy at work. I was busy too plowing Liz’s p***y and seeding her with my seeds.

I groped for my favorite in her crotch. She hung her arms around my nape. She kissed me hungrily. Her kiss was fierce. It was hot, torrid and very passionate. It was fiery and it readily lit my desire.

When I touched her there, she was moist all over. It had been a semester that we did not f**k.

I was busy f*****g another woman that I have forgotten f*****g my own wife.

“Lock the door…the children might go inside…” she whispered.

I went to lock the door.

“Remove your pants I want to see your d**k if it is still intact.” She whispered teasing me.

But, I guess it was also a half-truth. She was telling it in jest. But she wanted to clear her suspicion.

Physically there was nothing to show that my d**k had diminished. It actually gained as it’s rigidity and stiffness was enhanced by Liz’s p***y.

I quickly undressed removing my boxer shorts.

“Why are you still clothed?” I asked. She was looking intently at me at my d**k.

“So that at least you sweat undressing me,” she answered.

“It has not diminished in anyway,” I told her noticing her fixated gaze at my c**k.

“And it is always just for you.”

“Why does it looks like it had been in a lot of battles? It looks a little bit purple to me,” she hissed and transferred her suspicious glare at me.

She then pushed me on my back to the center of our bed. She fondled my d**k and licked its long shaft up and down while holding my balls, gently squeezing them in her palm with her fingers.

I felt the hairs on my nape were standing. I was ticklish in there.

“Mer, I’m tickled,” I groaned. Her soft hand on my balls was sending streaks of tickles centering in my groin.

She licked at my shat for some time then fully swallowed my c**k.

“Mer…”

“Ohhh Mer…”

“f**k… it’s so… uhmmmppp…”

I felt every muscle and vein in my c**k was swollen hard. Her mouth just kept on sucking my d**k. And her hand playing with my balls.

And just when I felt I was going to explode, she stopped.

“It’s your turn,” said she.

“Undress me and pleasure my pussy.”

“I got the first right to be pleasured.”

“I got the right in your dick.”

She laid back looking at my eyes. I got myself on top of her. I kissed her gently at first. Kissing her soft moist lips. I savored her lips. I poked her mouth open with my persistent tongue. She had her eyes close. And she was licking my tongue too inside her mouth. Our kiss became a torrid passionate kiss. My left hand on her nape while my right hand was cupping and mashing her btests. I rubbed my d**k through her dress and panties.

I then transferred my mouth on her neck licking and smooching the skin of her neck going down ward. I licked and suck her breast and n*****s through her dress.

She was moaning now. I knew she was aroused. I kissed her tummy and navel over her dress.

“Greg… stop teasing me…”

“Ohhh Greg… undress me…”

“Uhmmmppp, ohhhh…uhmmmp.”

I reached her crotch. I pulled up her dress.

“Greg…”

I rolled down her panties just enough to expose her vulva.

“Greg… please,”

“Uhmmppp.”

I savored the scent of her p***y.

Her hair there smelled like shampoo and the feminine wash she was using.

She was rolling her hips and grinding her ass upward.

She was now trembling with lust.

I rolled down her panties exposing her c**t. It had swollen and flushed. Her p***y was feverish.

She became impatient. She thrusted her hips upward and rolled her panties free.

She playfully rubbed her panties on my nose. Her pre-c*m was stuck in my nose. She held me by my nape and pulled me towards her p***y. She was soaking wet.

“Eat me Greg…have a feast with my pussy.”

That was an order.

She was trying to inculcate to me the fact that she was the boss in our house.

And in our bed.

I need to follow the order of my boss.

I parted her thighs with her knees bended towards her. I could see her p***y was already dripping wet. I poked her glorious hole with my elongated tongue.

“Greg…”

“Yes… uhhh, ohhhh…”

“Uhhmmmppp…”

She grabbed my head and pull me closer to her gyrating hips.

“I’m coming Greg…”

“Ahhhh…”

I felt her finger nails clawing at my head. Her fingers clutching at my hair as she squirted her first orgasm.

We rested for a while before I entered her. She had her second orgasm as I had mine while I f****d her in missionary position.

She got her third on all fours as I f****d her from behind.

She got one more climax riding cowgirl on top of me.

“I have something to tell you…” she said. We were still naked. Our naked body, we covered with blanket.

She then hugged me laying sideway facing me. I was lying on my back looking at her.

“I was offered a fellowship and a teaching position in London.” She dropped her head on my chest reaching down underneath the blanket for my now flaccid d**k.

“You know it is my life-long dream to live in London. My mother’s youngest sister was already a British citizen.”

“The offer is the opportunity I have been praying for.” Said she.

“I would like to finish my PhD there, and teach.”

I looked at her eyes. I wanted to see what was really going on inside her brain.

“Can I say no?” I asked her. I was expecting her answer. And it weighed on me.

What I wanted to be clear to her was that if she had already made up her mind, there was no use to ask for my permission.

“I would like to ask your permission.”

“Because I would like to bring along with me our kids and my mom.” She blurted out and she laid herself on top of me.

“Why do you have to bring along our kids?” There was a sudden tinge of sadness I was feeling inside.

“So that you will follow me.” Said she as she rubbed her crotch in my groin. She was feeling my heaving chest with the palm of her left hand.

“Our kids are my only ace on you, especially your son.”

“You can teach there too, or write your books. Let us migrate in London.”

“There is life outside of rice fields Greg.”

I embraced her tightly. At that moment, I felt I was at a loss. I remember Mang Usting.

“I am alone now Greg.” I remembered him telling me. I knew how sad it was to be alone.

Yet it could happen to me. The specter was dawning on me.

But, I love Mer so much that it would pain me to be a hindrance to her dreams.

I love her. I love our kids. And I love my profession.

This was a heavy choice she wanted me to make.

“My auntie is living alone now for a year. She was like mom. She was a widow too.”

It took Mer at least two months to process their passports and other documents they needed. She had kept me in the dark about her apparent plan. She had taken into account everything she needed before letting the cat out.

“You’ll follow us to London,” she told me. As we spent our last night together.

“I’ll work for your visa ASAP.”

“You will surely miss this,” she took my hand and put it on her p***y.

“Besides, I have my aces on you.”

She was talking of our kids. She knew how much I love Jenny and Greggy.

“Okay, kiss your daddy, bunso,” Mer asked Greggy as we reached the gate of the departure area.

“Bunso is excited to see real snow,” Jenny was teasing her younger brother as he ran towards me. He clung to my neck and kissed me on my lips. He used to kissing me this way. Jenny buzzed me on my cheeks, while Mer kissed me on my lips and hugged me tight. I kissed the hands of my mother-in law. She patted back my head.

“Mer and your kids will be waiting for you. I will take care of them.” She whispered.

I knew she would. She was the reason why I let Mer bring our kids with her. Her mom would be there at her back.

“Be a good boy, Bunso. Talke good care of mommy, Ate Jen and lola Mimay.”

I hugged Mer and our kids.

“Okay, Ma, please take good care of my family.” I asked my mother-in law.

She nodded as they lined up for the gate.

“The kids are our priority, Mer…”

I shouted, as they went through the gate.

They were long gone through the gate of the departure area but the words of my wife were still ringing clear in my ears.

“Your visa is ready. The university has provided full visa for our entire family. You just need to have it stamped in your passport.”

I heaved a sigh before I dragged my feet towards the parking lot.

Now, I am all alone.

It’s a sad thing to be alone.

But I am used to spending some solitary moments in the fields. Work would be a therapy. I must endure this solitude.

At the start of the preceding school year, I went back to my post at the state university. I handled freshmen and new transferees from various agricultural colleges and universities all over the country. These students were grantees of various state scholarships as well as well as scholars who were sponsored by private philanthropic organizations.

They were the cream of the crop as they needed to pass a rigid college admission tests with passing average of at least 87 percent.

I handled major subjects in the institute of Agriculture and Agricultural Engineering.

One of the students who easily caught my attention was a state scholar taking BS in Agriculture.

Aside from her surname which was hard to forget, I noticed that she was always looking at my table. I was not thinking that it was me she was looking at.

“Ms Adelina Bacucanag…” I called, to start the roll call while I held the class card she had submitted.

That was an ordinary start of my class in Agronomy. She was an ordinary student in an ordinary class of students who were elite members of a class of state scholars.

Like most of her classmates, Adelina was only twenty years old at that time. She had an ordinary feature in an extra-ordinary mind. She was the typical Filipina lass. Petite, brown complexion, brown eyes and Filipina nose. She had a black, straight and flowing hair. She was sporting that inquisitive look typical of highly intelligent stubents.

I couldn’t have taken any special attention about her, except that I always caught her looking at me which made me conscious and uneasy. Especially whenever our eyes would lock into each other.

It wasn’t that I fancy the extra attention she was giving me.

As the semester was coming to an end I was beginning to miss my family. We were communicating through video calls. I was amazed at how easily my kids had adapted to their new home. Greggy had an evident accent with the way he was talking. He was enrolled in a kinder-garten. Jenny was on a home study. She would be attending as a regular freshman next year. Mer was always urging me to have the visa she left behind stamped on my passport.

They were doing well in London. Our video chats were the link connecting us. It was enough--- for the time being.

I was startled when Adelina approached me a day before the semestral break. The final exams were over. Some students were already preparing for their vacation.

“Can I speak to you in private, sir?” there was an urgency in her voice.

It was the first time that she went near me. So, we were close to each other when she spoke. The first thing that was impressed on me that day was her eyes and her features. She reminded me of Lissa when I first met her.

“We can talk here, there is no one around,” I answered as I transferred my attention from my lecture notes I was reading, to her.

“May I know your concern?”

She was fidgeting with her cell phone while we talk.

“I--- just want to invite you on my coming birthday this Sunday, sir.” Her words were almost inaudible.

“Ohhh… advance happy birthday then.” Said I.

I was not thinking of attending a birthday bash for a young woman where I could only be out of place.

“I will be having my twenty-first birthday in Caranglan.” She added.

The mere mention of the place where she said she will be having her birthday celebration perked-up my interest.

“Do you live in Caranglan, Nueva Ecija?” I asked. Suddenly interested.

She smiled and nodded.

I saw Lissa in that smile. In her mannerism.

Whenever I heard Caranglan, I remembered Lissa and Mang Usting.

“How long have you been living in Caranglan?” I further inquired.

“About five years sir. Our family is from Iligan City in Mindanao.” She volunteered the information.

“My father bought some parcels of farm lands. This is why he wanted me to finish Agriculture.”

Her information was making me more curious about her and what possibly had happened to Mang Usting and his rice fields which was my pilot project five years ago.

“My sister will drive me home. You can follow us in your car, sir.”

It seemed that the iong drive to Caranglan was a battle against impatience. I thought it had taken us too long to reach the place.

I was impatient to have another look at the place where I spent a bitter-sweet memory. That was five years ago.

How could I not remember? The haystacks? The rice fields? The newly ripened rice grains?

How could I forget Lissa, the endless afternoons and the dusk?

And could I forget the f**k?

We stop in front of a big and modern house in the town proper. It was now a picture of a suburban community. You would not think it was a sleepy town five years ago.

“This is where we live, sir,” said Adelina, as I alighted from my car. Her sister whom she had introduced to me as Rossana, had parked their car at their garage.

“Pa, this is Prof. Greg Silvestre… he was my prof I mentioned I will invite on my birthday.”

The way she introduced me to her father sounded she was a brat. A spoiled brat.

“Let me apologize, professor. It is hard for me to say no to Adel,” her father was very apologetic. He introduced himself as Ador.

“I have only two Marias. My wife died giving birth to Adel,” Ador seemed to lament this fact. I noted she called her two daughters as her two Marias. I learned later on that his elder daughter was named Maria Rossana. And Adel was really named Maria Adelina. I forgot to thoroughly check her class card bearing the name, “Ma. Adelina Bacucanag”.

“Her birthday is this coming Sunday, you can stay at our spare room here. It would be five days from now…” Ador added.

“Adelina told me that you have a house in your farm. Can I stay there until her birthday?”

“It can be arranged. But you need to walk to reach our farm. There was no accessible road for cars yet.”

“I am used to walking and hiking. I used to work on Farmers cooperative throughout Luzon.” I told him.

“I have a project here in Caranglan about five years ago.”

“The farm lot of Mang Usting Batilaran was my pilot project here.”

“Come to think of it, it is really a small world!” Ador gasped.

“Mang Usting’s rice farm was one of the parcels of land I bought five years ago.”

“I am the current president of Caranglan Farmers Cooperative!” Ador seemed to enjoy telling me his story.

I felt sad about Mang Usting and Lissa in particular. I felt Lissa’s sacrifice had come into naught. They still lost Mang Usting’s rice farm.

“So, what happened to Mang Usting?” I asked Ador.

“They say he was in Australia with her daughters.”

“At least he was with Lissa.” The thought consoled me somehow.

“We were walking in the narrow path walk in the rice paddies when we heard her sister Rossanna calling from behind. The sun was down from its zenith.

“Wait for me, I will go with you at the farm,” she said, panting.

Adelina was walking ahead of us. Rosanna was behind me. In my estimate at least five years were separating the age of the sisters. But they were contrast in the color of their skin. Rosanna had a white complexion.

“Are you sleeping in the farm too?” Adel asked her elder sister.

“No. And you will not sleep there either. Greg will only be the only one to sleep and stay in the farm while he is here in Caranglan.” She sternly told her younger sister.

“No, ate, Greg is my guest. I won’t leave him alone in the farm…” Adel shot back at Rosanna. She ran to the house we saw from the bend. This place was familiar to me. The huge mango tree, and the nearby stream. I remembered the makeshift hut five years ago.

“You need to know something about my sister Adel,” I heard Rosanna whispered to me from my back.

“She is autistic. My sister is a special child.”

TO BE CONTINUED…