12/27/12
"Ano!" (What.) she screamed, "Bakit nangyari to?!" (Why did this happen?)
She burst out into tears as she held her already scarred heart; kneeling down on the cold hard floor she thought of those who died. She thought of those poor hostages. She thought of how such innocent people died in the Manila Hostage Crisis and she screamed at her incompetence in providing peace.
"Wala tayong magagawa sa crisis! Wag kana umiyak Maria!" (There's nothing we can do about the crisis! Don't cry Maria!) With tears gushing out, Luzon shouted to Maria in hopes of lessening the despair of the country. "Please. Please, wag kana umiak…" (Please. Please, don't cry…)
"Wala tayong magawa? Wala?" (Nothing we could do? Nothing?) Maria whispered. "I–I could've done something."
"Maria…" Visayas mumbled.
"Humingi na ba tayo nang diskargo?" (Did we ask for forgiveness?) Maria asked the other two near her. Glancing around, she saw looks of depression engraved in the faces of her three friends.
The one closest to her, Luzon, with tears gushing out her eyes shook her head. Her black hair cascaded down her back, shaking back and forth as her pretty head trembled. Due to it being night, Luzon had only light garments on her, but she had not cared. Luzon's two brothers stood behind her. Visayas and Mindanao both looked to the side in grief. The brothers had arrived the same time their sister had; the same time they heard a cry of anguish.
"A-ano?" (What?) Maria gasped, "Hindi be tayo humingis nang patawad?" (Did we not ask for forgiveness?)
"Ate, ay isang diskargo ay hindi sapat sa ginawa nang tao iyon." (Sister, one apology isn't enough for what that person did.) Mindanao had quietly said without turning his head to look at Maria.
"Alam ko Minda! Hindi mo ako sinagot. Did. We. Send. An. Apology?" (I know Minda! You did not answer my queston.) Maria said, her crying had ceased and now she took on a more serious expression. As the representative to her country, she had to settle the matter at hand both politically and privately. Even if she is to consider this event as a matter of politics, she will always put family first; and Hong Kong is family.
"Opo. We had given many apologies Ate, but that isn't enough." (Yes.) Still kneeling, Luzon told Maria about their apologies. Maria looked up and saw her two boys with doleful looks etched on their faces and knew what she had to do.
With a melancholic look she stood, and she grabbed the previous envelope she was holding. Maria took the ticket and invitation out and read:
'Miss philippines, you are invited to the World Conference. It will be held in London, England. Please do attend and prepare for the upcoming events. All the needed tickets and payments have already been taken care of. Thank you, Arthur Kirkland.'
Maria, as graceful as ever turned to her friends and told them of her plans. And even though she knew that she wouldn't be forgiven, she had to apologize personally to Hong Kong, and not only him, but to China as well. Walking off to gather her things, she stood straight despite her sadness.
The Trio had looked at her back, and even though she looked as strong as ever, they could only see her despair and grief. They could only see low shine of her chocolate brown eyes, and the lack of luster to her dark hair. They could only see the dark rings under her eyes from lack of sleep for years. They could only see a broken form of the pearl of the orient.
*A/N*
Sorry about the story if you don't like it. This is new for me and I've never really written good stories before. I hope this isn't confusing, but this just shows what I would think of Philippines if she was to be brought to the world.
