WET FIELDS

EMPTY HUSK

It seemed that I was unconscious of the entirety of my flight back home from London. Though it had taken me more or less sixteen hours of air travel. I slept throughout the entire journey. Because I was drunk for the duration of my flight. There was something I wanted to drown with the liquor.

My Mer was gone. There was another man who owns her heart and her body.

I should feel relieved and thankful. I and Adel were now free. Our marriage will no longer be bigamous.

But--- I was still in-love with Mer. She was the first woman that I loved. She was the woman that I had chosen to be the mother of my children.

She brought my children with her with the hope that I would follow her because she had them. But it took me a decade to visit them. I could have done it immediately after half a month, after a year or even after two years. But not for the entire length of a decade. I could have visited them annually. I didn’t have the alibi and the valid excuse of not doing so. Money was not a problem. I had a good job and I had my expenses only for myself.

The lack of effort on my part to visit them regularly could have been the fatal factor against me. She was tempted to look for another who cared.

There was no use in crying over spilled milk.

There is no wound that couldn’t be healed by time.

I would forget Mer. It would only be a matter of time.

It was only my sister-in law who fetched me at the airport. I was wondering why she was alone.

“She told me, she is not feeling well,” Rossana explained about her sister.

We bought some presents and some items at the Duty-free shops inside the airport. These was aside from what I had in my baggage that I purchased in Australia and London.

Sannang was gazing at me lucidly as I put my entire baggage at the trunk of the car. I called her Sannang as my pet name for her. Adel called her Ossang while Ador called her Rose.

“I missed you Greg,” she spoke of this looking down at my crotch. I could read her lurid thoughts. But at that moment, I was still grieving from my loss.

I sat beside her as she took the driver’s seat.

“I’ll sleep at the farm tomorrow night,” she uttered this with that naughty glow in her eyes.

“You don’t have the jet-lag anymore that time.”

She was expertly maneuvering the car backward out from the parking lot.

“How’s your sister and Ador?” I inquired about Adel and their father.

“Papa is fine, he is busy at the farm. The palay are almost ready for harvesting. As for Adel, she is always dizzy and vomiting,” she narrated as we were speeding fast in the highway.

“Have you had her condition checked by her doctor?” I was worried by the news about Adel.

“She did consult with our doctor twice. I was not privy to her findings. She keeps it secret to us.”

“She was happy after those visits to our doctor’s clinic.”

“She told us it was just normal—her dizziness and nausea.”

I slept while we cruised the tollway going to Caranglan. It was already sun-down when we reach Caranglan’s town proper. Adel was staying in their house and was just visiting our farm house each morning.

Adel was all smiles as we alighted from the car. She was running like a child towards me. She clung to my neck and kissed me on my lips.

Her kiss was filling the void I felt within.

“I have a surprise for you…I’ll tell you about it later on…as soon as I confirm it,” Adel whispered in my ears. She was sitting on my lap.

Ador was in their house when we had our dinner. After our dinner, and while we were chatting in the sala, I brought out the packages I bought for Ador and Sannang. I would give Adel her package in our farm house.

I bought a pair of pant-suits and a bottle of imported perfume for Sannang. For Ador, I bought a pair of Nike sports shoes and a bottle of Henessy.

“Won’t we drink your wine?” Ador asked while putting on the sports shoes.

“My trip was a little longer, I still have a jet-lag Pa,” I replied. I was conscious that I called Ador, ‘Pa’.

“I would like to spend this evening in our farm house.”

“Okay, we will drink this on the farm while we harvest,” Ador enjoined as he walked and felt his brand-new shoes.

“These imported shoes feel good on my feet. It fits me well. You got the right size for me,” he was beaming proudly at his imported shoes.

That was the common sentiments of simple Filipino folks. They felt good on imported items. It was as if the locally produced goods were inferior against imported products.

“Okay, I’ll go back to town…” Sannang told us after driving us to the farm. My car was at the farm’s shed with Ador’s tractor.

“So, you could have your privacy…” my sister-in law told us.

She left me a subtle look throwing quick glances at my crotch while Adel was not looking.

“I will look so sexy in these nighties…” Adel exclaimed after she opened the box I bought for her. It contained three sets of negligees in different colors.

I chose red, white and black negligees. They came with lace panties of the same colors.

I also bought an imported hand and body lotion and a eu de parfum French scent.

Of course, I had not forgotten her favorites Cadbury chocolates.

“Turn around,” I asked her.

When she turned her back to me, I took out my surprise gift for her. I put on her neck the gold necklace I bought in London.

She was teary-eyed when she looked at herself in the mirror.

She sobbed finally when she hugged me and kissed me hard on my lips.

“Haven’t you had a jet-lag?” she whispered coyly.

“I have,” I replied.

“But my d**k hasn’t.”

She was wearing the red nighties. I chose the small size. But still, the night dress was in a way big on her. She was Asian and the negligees were European size. The body fitted her, but the length didn’t. It went down to her knees. It should have been kinky enough to expose her lace panties.

But, nevertheless, I was seeing a very sensual, very erotic and very desirable woman in her.

The night dress was a see-through. I could see through it her curves, her boobs with her erect n*****s pushing at the fabric of the flimsy dress. Looking down, I could see her glorious mound.

I found my d**k responding at the sight.

“The perfume you bought smells great ‘Pa…” she said as we sat at the edge of our bed.

“Let me smell it…” said I.

“I smell no perfume in your neck,” I exclaimed when I kissed her neck.

“I sprayed it down, hihihi!” she giggled pointing at her crotch.

“I know you will dive on it…I haven’t taken a bath.”

“I feel so lazy taking a bath when you were away…” she added.

“So it smells like a fermented fish sauce..?” I asked while laughing.

“That’s why I sprayed the perfume in there…” she bit her lower lip looking at my eyes.

I hugged her toward the bed. I pulled up the hem of her nighties. The sweet scent of the perfume pierced my nostrils. I dived at her crotch.

“Greg…” she whispered softly.

“My p***y still smells of urine…” she giggled again.

“It’s ok,” I smirked looking up to her.

“I will eat it the same even if it was a month without a wash.” I exaggerated.

I rolled down her lace panties and sniff at the hair that almost covered her c**t.

“Do you miss me that much, Greg?”

She asked while I was starting to eat her p***y. She was arching her ass in response.

“Very much… I have sad news, yet it’s good news for us…” I said while parting her legs. I stiffened my tongue exploring her glorious hole.

“Likewise…I missed you so much specially at the dawn when I wake up…”

She was sticky-moist inside. The Bartholin glands at her v****a’s opening was fully aroused lubricating her opening.

I inserted two fingers in her p***y while I was sucking at her c**t. I curled my fingers inside her p***y to feel the coarse sidings of her Grafenberg Spot. Her body was convulsing as her ass writhed in the air. Her moans was filling our room.

“I feel so horny ‘Pa… it’s so good…” she was arching her buttocks. My mouth was pleasuring her c**t and my fingers are on her G-spot. This doubled the pleasure she was experiencing on her p***y.

“Pa, it’s there…I’m having my c*m, ohhhh…” she writhed in extreme ecstacy. Her body convulsed as the Skene glands in her p***y release her c*m.

It flooded her p***y.

She pulled my hair and pushed her p***y towards my mouth. My mouth was soak wet with the juices dripping from her p***y.

I gazed for a while, as she had her eyes closed savoring her orgasm. She was so lovely to look at. Her face was a mirror of s****l fulfillment having reached her climax.

When I transferred my gaze at her p***y, I felt a maddening desire engulfing me. I hadn’t c*m still. Her erotic cunt was so tempting and inviting.

She bended her knees herself when she sensed I positioned myself on her crotch. I aimed my p***s at her v****a. She opened her eyes when my p***s slid into hers. She clung at my neck and her mouth sought for my mouth.

I inserted my tongue into her mouth as my p***s was penetrating her v****a.

My tongue was sliding in and out of her mouth as my p***s was pushing in and out from her watering hole.

She was sucking my tongue while her p***y received my thrusts into her glorious hole. We have done this ritual for a thousand times whenever our lust caught us up when we were alone. Yet we never get tired doing it again and again. f*****g is addictive and we would never get tired of f*****g each other as long as we could as often as we could have the chance.

I repeated over and over again the act of pushing and shoving my d**k into her wanting p***y. She was also doing her grinding and counter-thrusting of her ass over and over again to meet my c**k. Her p***y would always wait for my sperm to fill her and fertilized the egg in her womb.

We were repeating the act not merely to attain the maximum pleasure of our flesh. It was also to perform the natural process of giving flesh to our species.

I felt she grabbed my pelvis and pushed hard her p***y against my d**k. I could feel the trembling flesh of her p***y.

“I’m having my c*m. “Pa… ugh…ugh….Ohhhhh…”

Her fingernails was clawing the skin of my pelvis. Her p***y was squirting her c*m.

I hastened to follow, pumping her p***y deeper. I pumped and shoved my d**k until my own c*m exploded into hers. I unloaded every bit of sperm inside my p***s into her v****a. We were both shaking and writhing sharing the eruption of our orgasm.

“I love you Greg… I love you so much…” she whispered.

“Likewise, Adel…likewise…” I whispered back.

“Ate…I’m pregnant!” Adel was very happy when she relayed her surprise to us.

We were shocked. We were concerned about the risk her pregnancy could bring to her frail body. It was forbidden for her to get pregnant.

“I am feeling something too, Greg…” Sannang told me after we f****d that night.

“I think I’m pregnant too…”

What she said was equally shocking.

“But I wanted it…” she added.

“You will stay in my house in Laguna until you give birth,” I told her.

“I won’t leave you alone on your own.”

I filed a leave of absence when Adel’s pregnancy was on her fourth month. The two sisters almost conceived at the same time. Rossana told Ador that she would be staying abroad for a year with a friend. When Ador gave her his consent, I brought her to my house in Laguna. I hired a house help to look after her. I visited her at least twice. She had some savings of her own to tide her over during her pregnancy. But I supported her needs whatsoever.

We had planted our second crop for the year in our farm. With the new variety of palay seeds, we were able to plant the maximum of three planting crops in a year. The newly planted palay were stout and strong having a promise of another bountiful harvest.

Our irrigation was sufficient as we pump the water from the holding dike at the lower end of the fish pond. Even without the rains, we were assured of continuous planting season. And Adel was looking good too. She was taking her medicines regularly and she was not skipping her appointment with her physician.

She was on her fifth month when a friend gifted us a pair of turkey. This, took most of the time of Adel as she enjoyed feeding the pair. She also had her flowering garden with exotic orchids she grown on cut tree-trunks.

The result of her ultrasound showed our baby to be a girl. We were so excited about having a princess in our farm. Adel already had her grand plans for her baby. Ador and I could only wish the best for her.

Her pregnancy was on its sixth month. The palay in the rice paddies were starting to bear fruits. The stout rice stalks had the promise of bearing healthy grains. We were expecting the variety to give us a good yield. Our target was a hundred or more cavans of palay per hectare.

In my expertise I made sure that we would have a bountiful harvest. Pest and disease resistant varieties, sufficient fertilizers, proper tilling and seed beds preparations and continuous de-weeding and irrigation; these will ensure that our farm would yield a bountiful harvest.

But there were also the variables in rice production that even an expert like me had no way of controlling.

I was awakened by the sharp lightnings and thunderstorms that morning. The strong wind was blowing in bursts of gustiness. The rains were falling in thick and huge drops.

The weather forecasters had previously announced that the super-typhoon that was expected to landfall would spare Nueva Ecija. But last night they told us that the typhoon had change direction. It would now cut its path directly hitting Caranglan.

We slept last night with the weather still calm. But I noticed there were no stars visible in the sky.

Our crop was the first thing that concerned me, as the wind was gushing like mad. The howling sound it created was fearsome. The trees were moaning as the sound of the fury of the super-typhoon could be heard roaring and deafening.

The grains were just starting to fill the green husks. The gusting wind and the torrential rains posed a danger to the rice crops.

Adel was already up. The gush of wind felt cold on our skin. I took her sweater and put it over her.

“Where are you going, Pa?” she asked shivering, holding her sweater closer to her body.

She asked seeing me taking my raincoat and the rubber boots and going down from our house.

“I’ll go and check the rice paddies. The mud dikes could break from the onrushing water,” I told her as I put on the rubber boots.

“You should drink coffee first, your abdomen could catch cold…” she said.

“I won’t be long,” said I, “I’ll have my coffee when I return.”

“Be careful, the wind is blowing strong and the lightnings are sharp.” She warned.

“Don’t venture outside…Stay put inside… I won’t be long…” I also warned her.

I watched helplessly seeing that the upper rice paddies were already inundated with flood waters. I knew the mud dike holding the waters would burst open soonest. And with it were the vulnerable young palay stalks.

The young grains would be swamped by the flood waters.

I shook my head as I walked back to the safety of our house. The flashes of lightning and the the roaring sound of thunder were hot on my trails. The howling wind restrained my gait as I struggled to balance my way through the slippery mud dikes of the rice paddies.

I couldn’t say a word nor I could do something as I saw the palay in the lowest rice paddy were already drowned in the overflowing flood waters.

I was grief-stricken as I entered our house with the howling wind shutting our door close behind me. The tin roof of the shed was already ripped and blown away like it was a card board. The very roof of our farm house was being ripped apart. There were already uprooted trees nearby.

I was looking for Adel in the kitchen. She was not there. I felt a nervous dread. I was suddenly shaking.

I was just raising my voice to call her, when I heard someone groaning inside our bathroom. I rushed to check it.

I saw her semi-conscious inside the bathroom. She was sitting on the toilet bowl with blood dripping oh her legs.

I didn’t knew what or how I was able to bring her to our car and drove her to the hospital.

“God, please. Please don’t take her away from me… Please God… Not now,”

I was in tears. I remembered, that was the first time in a long long while that I called God.

I called Ador to tell him to look after our house while I drove through the raging typhoon. I told him what happened.

The staff of the hospital had responded quickly as soon as I arrived at the ER.

“Doc, please, she’s all that I have,” I told the attending physician. They were busy giving Adel first-aid.

“I understand sir, we always do our best…” The doctor told me patting me on my shoulder.

It seemed the minutes was longer as I stood at the ER but I couldn’t go near my wife.

“Sir, the patient had regained her consciousness,” the duty-nurse informed me. I quickly went to her. She was sobbing quietly. Her lips were pale, and she was breathing heavily.

“Greg, our child is the priority,” she whispered. Her voice was trembling and it sounded as if it was coming from far away.

I felt she was just trying to hold on to dear life.

“Whatever happens, save my baby Greg… please promise me,” she begged.

I could only nod my head. I was overwhelmed by how fast the events were unfolding.

“We need to operate on her Mr. Silvestre. I’m sorry,” the head physician who attended to her had told me.

“Sorry for what, Doc?” I was teary-eyed.

“You need to make a choice. It’s either your child or your wife…” he said to make it clear. He gave me a waiver to sign.

I bowed my head in utter desperation. Was it a punishment from the heavens?

My punishment?

My hand was cold and shaking while I filled up the waiver.

“I’m sorry Adel… I’m sorry…” I whispered as I signed my name on the waiver.

The doctor took a glance at the waiver and looked at me straight through my eyes. He nodded and patted my shoulder. He quickly returned to the OR.

TO BE CONTINUED…