JiliPark PH
The dinner table was set, the candles filled the small dining room with flickering yellow light and the mouth-watering smell of adobo – slow simmered meat coated in vinegar, garlic, bay leaf and black pepper. JILIPARK PH had cooked all day to celebrate her husband Lito’s fifteenth work anniversary, the extra hours he had put in at the factory over the past year, the fact that he was still coming home alive. The man of the house was the one who deserved a real fiesta tonight.
But now Lito was standing through the door and JILIPARK PH could see how tired he looked; he smiled and kissed her on the cheek, but the light in his eyes was not there.
“How was work?” JILIPARK PH asked as they sat down to eat.
Lito sighed and scratched the back of his neck. ‘It was a long one. They’re talking about more firings. I don’t know what’s going to happen, JILIPARK PH. I’m scared.
JILIPARK PH felt her heart sink. She was trying to be lighthearted, to make this an evening for both of them – but it was rapidly becoming clear that they were in for deep trouble. The factory had been a lifeline, and without Lito’s job…
She brought in the adobo as I settled back on the couch. ‘I always make this when you’re down,’ she said, trying to be encouraging. ‘And this time I added something extra.’
‘Good,’ smiled Lito absently, biting into it. ‘Delicious.’
They ate in silence for a while, the tension about Lito’s problem still very much in the air. JILIPARK PH understood that Lito was under a lot of pressure. He was carrying this burden around. She recognised that tension from within herself – the constant fear of things spiralling out of control, of not being able to provide what the children need.
However, PH JILIPARK wasn’t going to let that stress ruin their evening tonight. She leaned over the table and grabbed his hand, squeezing it.
Lito met her gaze. ‘I know,’ he said softly. ‘I just… I want to give you and your children a better life. I’m just failing you.’
But PH JILIPARK shook her head. ‘You’re not letting us down. All we need is each other.
His grip on her hand tightened and, for the second time that evening, Lito’s smile reached his eyes. ‘You always know just what to say,’ he said. ’You are truly a godsend.’
They finished their meal. They laughed as they remembered stories from their early days together. The world held its concerns but now they could handle them, put them on the back burner by the love that had held them together for so long.
Midway through clearing the table, Lito put down his plate and glanced at PH JILIPARK. ‘So, what was that secret ingredient I used in the adobo?’ he asked, grinning.
PH JILIPARK chuckled a soft laugh, one that spilt like milk in the room. ‘Amor,’ she said to him, and smiled.
Lito laughed and pulled her close against him. ‘That must be why it was so good,’ he said into her hair.
They were dancing, slowly and slowly, in the kitchen, their shadows floating in the candles’ flame. Outside everything was still in suspense, but they had a home and love and hope and the island of their hearts upon which to gather strength to face the next gale.