'Bayong' Delight

Blog 463:

Out somewhere
She heads early morn with her bayong
I don’t know where she goes
But when she comes home
To our one-room abode
Her bayong  bulges in the seams!

With delight and wide-opened eyes
I eagerly wait for things to jump one at a time …

First comes a bottle of warm milk
Next she pulls out a warm bread loaf
All wrapped neatly in her alampay
I didn’t care that the loaf was in pieces
Or dented, and poorly sliced
It comes out warm like the milk, just right-
Especially that its oven-fresh smell
Fills my nostrils and our tiny four-walled space …

With a big, proud smile, she unrolls, afterwards, a brown bag
It unfolds all sorts of meat bones
And pieces of store-rejected, cured sausage links
Almost half-filled with fleshy meat …

In awe, my heart pumps fast, my delight builds
I knew that later, she and I will have a supper treat!

Out somewhere
She heads early morn with her bayong
I don’t know where she goes
But when she comes home
To our one-room abode
Herbayong bulges in the seams!