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TEARS OF THE NORTHERN WIND
He stayed silent.
The very sight of Patricia beginning the morning with ‘Ave Maria’ was as beautiful as the woman herself. He remained unmoving, captivated by the tranquillity of her voice, which echoed through the isolated monastery, awed by the charm of the woman’s calm facial expression. He could not help wondering why a gorgeous woman would lead a life isolated from social contact.
The hymn stopped. Turning to see him standing at the door, Patricia gave him a smile. “Good morning, Hikki. How’s your sleep?”
“The chill kept stealing my sweet dream,” he jokingly replied and sat on the bench. “I swear we really need a heater.”
Patricia chuckled. “I appreciate the thought. Thank you.”
He turned to her. “You look beautiful when you sing the song,” he said. “I must admit. You should have become a recording artist instead.”
Patricia blushed. “I’m not used to interacting with people, let alone singing for them,” she replied. “But thank you. I am flattered.”
“Well, shall we get going?”
“Where to, Hikki?”
He had gotten up from the bench when he smiled to her. “To the market, of course.”
He was impressed by the bustling atmosphere of the indoor market. Everywhere he went, he could see variety of people bargaining goods and exchanging products, talking to each other in native tongues up to the point they looked like they were arguing rather than discussing. “For one thing, I didn’t know place this isolated and covered in snow all year around can attract so many people.”
“There’s a railway station near this town,” Patricia spoke and returned the wave of the hawkers they came across. “People gather here every day to trade goods with cities along the railway. Here’s also their social gathering, where they can share news on the world around them.”
“And they seem to like your presence already,” he said when he noticed the people looking at Patricia in interest. He glanced at the nun and found her nervously hiding her face from getting seen. “Let me guess. These people are scaring you, right?”
“Excuse me? They will not easily frighten me,” Patricia suddenly replied in defiance. “I’m a nun. Of course I must not be afraid of them.”
He batted a blasÚ eyebrow. “Oh? Then how come your hands are shaking?”
“It’s because the ground is trembling,” Patricia made excuses. “The train frequently passes this town and makes everything shake in its presence.”
“I don’t think you can easily fool me,” he wryly spoke. “Because your mouth is trying to say ‘no’ when your hands obviously say ‘yes’.”
“I do not understand what you are trying to tell me,” the woman insisted and squealed when a cat suddenly fell onto her shoulders from above. Frantically she tried brushing the cat off her, and jumped into his arms in the process. “I can’t stand cats! They always stain themselves with dirty foods! They carry infectious germs inside their claws! Please chase them away!” she moaned.
Surprised at her out-of-character reaction, he let Patricia cling onto him and glanced to the creature that had spooked the nun. “Why, it’s only a kitten,” he laughed. “It just wants to say ‘good morning’ to you.” The kitten meowed and returned the stare. “See?”
“Kitten?” Patricia cried in panic and tightened her arms around his neck. “I’m scared of kittens! I can’t stand their bright eyes! It’s like they want to eat me whole! Hikki, please save me!”
He could only laugh at himself, because by now the whole market was cheering for the paradoxically romantic scene between their cherished nun and a man strange to their land. He also realized some of the elders were congratulating him for ‘winning the heart of the self-acclaimed Patricia Popovsky’ and ‘making the town proud’.
“I think you should get off my arms right now,” he told her.
“But I want the kitten to leave first!” Patricia protested.
He sighed. “We can worry of the kitten first, because we’re in big trouble now.”
Patricia gasped when she realized what she had done and hurriedly jumped off his arms. “I’m very sorry!” she apologized. “I have burdened you with my shameless manners. Please forgive me.” The people started cheering for her, and she trembled in embarrassment at the reaction she was having. “Look what you have done!” she scolded him. “The entire town is cheering for me, and you don’t even do anything to help me. Are you trying to set me up, Hikki?”
“Well, at least you were at fault for suddenly leaping into my arms,” he replied with a sly grin. “You’re heavy, on top of that.” The answer caused Patricia deeply and angrily pout at him, making him panic at the mistake he had done. “I didn’t mean to say that.”
“Hikki, stop calling me heavy or I’ll--” Patricia cried out in distress when the kitten meowed and again jumped into his arms. “Stop meowing at me! I’m not your mother!” The fluffs of black fur ignored the plea and continued meowing, occasionally leaping off the ground to grab Patricia’s gown. The woman shrieked and tightly clung onto him. “Get away from me! Get away! Hikki! Do something!”
He could only shake his head. “Oh, great.”
// later that afternoon, town’s park //
“Seriously, this is the best day I’ve ever had in my life,” he laughed and looked at the groceries he got for free from the hawkers. “I never thought the townspeople would be generous enough to give us all of these for free.”
“I’m so sorry,” Patricia apologized and frowned in disappointment. “I shouldn’t disgrace you in front of the people with my behaviour. I should have told you that I am very afraid of cats.”
“Nah, everybody has their weakness,” he replied.
Patricia deeply blushed. “And I shouldn’t jump into your arms like a frightened little girl, too…” she mumbled. “Were you upset at me?”
“Upset? Why would I be upset at you? Besides, you looked cute when you made the distressed face.” He noticed Patricia grumbling in protest at the answer, and he could only laugh. “Come on. You’re really cute. Didn’t the people tell you of that?”
“I’m too old to be considered cute,” Patricia replied and stooped her head. “You… you’re the first person ever to call me cute.” He, instead, laughed and leaned onto the wooden bench, gazing into the snowy sky. “Stop laughing at me. You’ll… only make me embarrassed.” He kept on laughing, and it would not take long before Patricia laughed together with him.
His laughs faded. “Strange, isn’t it?” he spoke in a suddenly serious voice intonation. “I came here a stranger, barely escaping death and taken care of by a woman I never expected to meet. And here I am, laughing with the very woman who had saved my life like never before.”
Patricia stared at him. “Is there… something wrong?”
He closed his eyes. “I wish I knew,” he spoke and took a deep breath. “Say, Patricia.”
“If there’s anything you can do to become what you really are, would you do so…” he began. “…even though you’d risk ending your life in the process?”
“Hikki, why are you suddenly asking me the question?”
“How should I know?” He frowned. “Even though I never learn of my past, I have been living behind this mask I had created to hide my true self. This… fašade… it’s been hiding my face for too long even I don’t know when it will come off.”
Patricia moved closer, swiping snow that had been piling between them. “Have you tried getting rid of it?” she asked.
“I have, but it hurts so much,” he answered. “It’s like… it’s like the mask doesn’t want to leave me.”
“Then you should learn to accept it as a part of you,” Patricia spoke.
He shook his head. “I can’t. I really wish I could do what you said, but I can’t.” He twitched; the pain came again, and it was kicking and pounding his chest, making him throb in discomfort. “Damn it! Why this pain has to come at this time?”
Patricia put a hand on his chest. The pain immediately receded, and he calmed down. “Then you will need someone to share your past,” she spoke. “It may be painful, but if you need to know who you really are, then it is the only way.”
He gazed into the woman’s warm eyes. “But who can I rely on?”
Patricia smiled. “You can always talk to me.”
He blinked. “Patricia, you can’t be serious… can you?”
The woman giggled. “I may not be a good listener, but I know how to help people overcoming their problems.” So saying she took his palm and firmly held it between her hands. “I’m always free if you know where to look for me.”
He clenched the hands. They were warm, and he wanted them to keep holding his humble palm for a little bit longer. He brought them close to his face and kissed them. “Thanks, Patricia,” he murmured and rested them on his face.
“Well, then,” Patricia spoke and stood up, letting go off his hand. “We should be getting home by now. I don’t want the children to wait for us.”
He stood as well and took the groceries before she did. “I’ll carry these,” he offered. “It’s the least thing I can do to help.”
Patricia smiled. “Thank you, Hikki.”
// night //
The occupants of the monastery had finished their dinner. Everybody was full, satisfied and thankful for the blessed meals. Now that they were done, Patricia was gesturing the children to was their dishes and help her cleaning the dining hall.
He stayed at where he had been seated. He, too, was satisfied, but still feeling rather empty. It was not the case of the cold night that made his belly growl in hunger again, but it was Patricia’s sincerity to be his listening partner. He asked himself of how lucky he was, a stranger who had left everything behind, to have a woman with the unheard-of generosity to help him. He glanced at the nun and chuckled; she was squealing in protest when some of the children teased her for hiding an affair from them.
He turned left and noticed a girl looking up at him, a Goth Lolita doll securely held between her lithe arms. “Uhh… yes?”
“Are you feeling alright?”
He could only nod. “Big Brother is fine now,” he told the girl.
“I was the one who helped Big Sister wrapping the bandages on your body,” the girl replied.
“Really?” He patted the girl’s head. “Thanks. You’ve been helpful.”
The girl kept staring at him, even as he was messing the brunette hair with his ruffles. “Big Sister always teaches us to help other people without asking them of their origin,” she continued.
“That’s very good to hear,” he replied.
“Big Brother, can I ask you something?” the girl asked.
“Yes, you can.”
“Do you like Big Sister?”
He blushed. So did Patricia, who then proceeded to scold the girl for asking the ridiculous question. “Why would you think of that?” he asked.
“Because you teased Big Sister during the dinner,” the pig-tailed girl insisted. “In my family, if a man has a woman he likes, he will tease her a lot.”
He had to laugh. “Did I ever do that?” He later glanced at Patricia who, in turn, turned away from him in awkwardness. “Oh, great.”
The boys cooed. “Big Sister and Big Brother really are into something!” they cheered and exchanged high-fives with the girls. Patricia started chasing them around the dining hall, but was outrun by the more agile little urchins.
The doll-carrying girl was waiting for his answer, and became restless as he did not say anything. “You really are too shy to tell me the answer, aren’t you?” she asked and offered him her little finger. “Don’t worry. I will not tell anyone.”
The girl nodded. “Promise.”
He chuckled and hooked his little finger with hers. “Deal.”
The little girl left him and went to ask Patricia the same question. He merely watched, as the nun was hiding her face in embarrassment at the shameless question, while the boys and the girls teased her for her reluctance to share them her thought on ‘the stranger’.
He chuckled. “Tease her a lot… huh?”
I get this feeling that some of us want to kill Hikki already after reading this chapter.
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