Memoirs of a Philippine Mongerer
C How they made me chapter 51:
Busted and in the doghouse.
Okay I was busted Rosie had caught me point blank banging her cousin. Under ordinary circumstances this may have been a really big problem but I think Rosie knew that since I had caught her giving Bob a blowjob then I had some sort of right to do her cousin. Yes the two wrongs make a right logic is alive and well in the Philippines. Besides, in the Philippines one can always say it’s not the mans fault, men are like dogs, we have these desires and we can’t control them and feel compelled to act on them. Now I don’t for one minute believe this argument but in the Philippines it is a common line of defense and the women almost seem to accept it. Please notice I say ‘almost’ which was certainly the case with Rosie. The truth of the matter is for Filipinas they will understand your need to fuck around but they won’t like it and they certainly will not accept the loss of face which it represents. At the end of the day it’s all about your actions hurting their pride and them losing their money train. Pride first, money second.
I felt the stinging blows raining down on my back and then Rosalinda was squirming out from underneath me and next thing I knew it had developed into a full blown cat fight. I can’t remember all the details because for the first minute I was struggling to get dressed and at the same time avoid flying objects being hurled at me by an irate Rosie. But I do remember the girls voices being raised, a lot of shouting, some hair pulling and a heap load of scratching.
While the fight was going on I decided retreat was the better part of valor and I made hastily for the front door. As I exited I noticed a small crowd of onlookers had gathered on the beach front and this included kids through to grandparents all gobbling up this surprise entertainment. I noticed some of them smiling and snickering and I thought myself I’m glad you guys can see some humor in this situation because I’m damned if I can. The fight must have gone on for a good ten minutes all the time with the crowd of onlookers getting bigger then just as suddenly as it had begun it stopped and an eerie silence descended. Fearing that they had killed each other I decided to risk a peak through the huts little window and there inside I saw Rosie and Rosalinda sitting on the floor crying and hugging each other. Rosie with her arms around her cousin sensed my presence and shot me a hostile I’m not finished with you yet look.
About five minutes passed the girls exited our hut arm in arm and gave the waiting crowd of ghoulish voyeurs radiant smiles as they strolled among them wishing them all good wishes. I guess this was a sort of face saving exercise and also a way of dismissing the drama by quelling other peoples curiosity. The crowd seemed to think this was perfectly natural and within minutes they had dispersed to get on with whatever it is they did to pass the time in their daily lives.
After the crowd had dispersed Rosie turned to her cousin said something in Visayan and the cousin with one last wistful look at me, walked away, and left me with a sense of what could have been. I guess Rosie was the alpha female, she was the one who had landed the foreigner and I was her property or maybe showpiece would be a better description. For those of you who know me you may have difficulty imagining how I could ever be a showpiece, but trust me, back then I was a lot younger and even though I had limited funds, by poor provincial Filipino standards I was quite a catch. Anyone who has been to the province and has been paraded in front of the extended family like some stuffed pig, will know exactly how I felt.
After Rosalinda had left Rosie sauntered over to me grabbed me by the hand and led me back into the hut. Once inside she closed the door dropped down to her knees, pulled down my shorts and proceeded to suck on my now engorged member like there was no tomorrow. At the time I didn’t understand what was happening but then again I was in no condition to ponder her motives so I merely resigned myself to letting the waves of orgasm overtake me and I exploded into her mouth. In this little hut there was nowhere to spit it out so Rosie swallowed the lot then looked at me and without flinching said, “I be the one give you. You taste family again Rosie kill you”.
Well there it was spelt out in black and white, the boundaries had now been set and I knew exactly where I stood. While I was in her territory I would have to behave myself and members of Rosie’s family were strictly off limits. Never mind the fact that I had caught her giving a blowjob to my buddy Bob, somehow this had all been forgotten, swept under the rug and my little episode had superseded all. The funny thing was at the same time I got some sort of sense of pride from Rosie. It was almost like she was proud that her man had was attractive to other women. I guess in her eyes that made me a valuable catch and gave her points because she had snared a semi desirable foreigner.
After having been caught with Roslainda and the ensuing drama life in the province settled down to a daily routine with Rosie and myself feeling comfortable in each others company and life just seemed to drift by one day at a time. I think after the drama reached its crescendo there was no possible way for it to get any worse so we just settled into a sort of easy and comfortable understanding. As some would express it our relationship had reached a level of comfortable compatibility.
Rosie was not exactly an intellectual giant but she had other talents that more than made up for her lack of education or innate intelligence. To say that she was talented in the bed would be an understatement but she had more than that. Rosie had an incredible sense of timing and she knew exactly when to have sex because she used sex as a means of controlling her man. Somehow she knew exactly how to manipulate a man using sex and even though I had way more education than her and was just as strong willed I found myself all to often doing her bidding. In Australia when I was growing up I had heard this power females exert described as “power of the pouch” or pussy power but whatever you call it Rosie sure had it in abundance and she knew exactly how to exert it.
After a while we settled into a daily routine which included Rosie cooking some breakfast which for me usually meant noodles and an egg with luke warm coffee, while Rosie would just have the noodles. I don’t know what it is about Filipinas or perhaps it’s the tropics in general but they never seem to have any concept of milk. When I was having my coffee in the province there was no such thing as long life milk so I had to make do with sweetened evaporated condensed milk. This isn’t quite the same but after a week or two you get used to it and it becomes quite palatable. While Rosie was making breakfast I would use this as my chance to go for a little walk along the beach and of course a swim. The beach here wasn’t a sparkling white or even yellow but more like a dull grey however once you swam out a little bit it was delightfully clean and still which afforded quite good views of the marine ecosystem that existed beneath the water.
Our main food was fish and everyday Rosie and I would visit the fish market. The fish market wasn’t exactly an organized market but more like an informal gathering of villagers who would greet the boats as they came in survey the catch and make whatever purchases their meager budget would allow. What was left over or in some cases the best of the catch was delivered to the villages where it was set on tables in the wet market area and the villagers would parade past checking out the merchandise which would sell for a higher price than when bought from the fishermen on the beach.
Most of my day was spent lounging round our little hut eating, sleeping, going for a walk along the beach, making love with Rosie and then sleeping some more. At night there wasn’t much to do since there was no TV or movie theater or even a karaoke so most nights I would go out drinking with Rosies dad or stayed at home playing Tonk-it’s (a card game like rummy) with Rosie and some friends. I noticed that after my episode with Rosalinda Rosie always managed to keep a close eye on me when her friends were around and trust me when I tell you this was a major setback because some of these dark skinned provincial girls were absolutely stunning.
Whenever I have traveled in the Philippines I have encountered the dark skinned beauty of the Filipina. As these women grow up in a provincial situation they are uniquely in tune with their environment and their beautiful crystal clear chocolate brown skin and smoldering brown eyes, with just a hint of mischievousness, is enough to drive any red blooded hetro-sexual man wild. There is a certain earthiness about the provincial Filipina and even though they have next to nothing they always manage to look spectacular if they choose to do so and when they are dolled up they are like another woman all together.
I had been living in Rosies province for two weeks now and still no sign of Bob. In a way after catching him and Rosie in the act this was fine for me but in another way I was actually a little worried about him and even a little worried about myself because I was in such a remote area and I had absolutely no idea what I would do if I had some kind of accident and did myself physical harm. I tossed things over in my mind for a couple of days then decided it would be a good idea to visit Bob out on the island. I suggested this to Rosie and asked here how we could organise a boat to visit the island to which she replied Rosie will be the one to make boat but first we go to fiesta in jungle. Upon hearing this I looked at her in disbelief not quite sure if I had heard her correctly and she then said, tomorrow Martin Rosie and family we go neighbors province they have debutant ball in the Fiesta Rosie think you like to much very pretty girls”.
The next morning I awoke early expecting a boat or a jeepney or something to come pick us up but instead at about ten AM Rosie’s father along with 4 other guys whom I only vaguely recognized dropped by our hut and announced they were here to take us to the Fiesta. Thirty minutes later we were ready and Rosie and myself were marching through her little village being followed by the stares of giggling of the local kids. Yes even after two weeks of being there I was still a novelty item for the children. We sauntered through the village then across tow rice fields until we came to a small hill. I asked Rosie are we going to get a jeepney at any point and she just smiled and said “no we walk next province”.
The walk turned out to be about a 2 hour jaunt through the jungle. Well to be honest calling it a jungle is an exaggeration but in parts it was hills covered with lush tropical vegetation and we seemed to walk them all. We had been going for about 1 hour and I was working up one hell of a sweat so I asked Rosie if we had any water and was promptly told no but we would get some when we arrived at the other province. Another hours walking through this jungle like foliage and at last we came to a clearing where people were obviously getting ready for some kind of party. Rosies father strode out in front and said something to one of the guys and he scurried away coming back 2 minutes later with a bottle of mineral water which he presented to me with a friendly smile and a “hi my name Zaldie, Zaldie be the one look after you”.
Now I had been handed over to Zaldie it seemed like Rosies father had ended his responsibilities and he and his mates disappeared somewhere I assume to have a drinking session leaving myself Zaldie and Rosie kind of standing awkwardly. Zaldie however seemed irrepressible and like some long lost friend he seemed to embrace me and straight away after only just meeting me he was offering to take me on a guided tour of his little village. I looked at Rosie for some direction but she just smiled and said you go Zaldie, Rosie find friends.
With Rosies permission granted Zaldie grabbed me by the arm and started pulling me towards a cluster of huts some 500 yards away. I figured what the hell I mean it was pretty obvious things weren’t about to get started anytime soon so to kill some time I might as well take Zaldie up on his offer. We wandered towards the clump of huts with Zaldie showing me his little hut where he and 7 other members of his family lived and I marveled at how these people who had absolutely nothing could be so happy and carefree. I know he probably aspired to more and I am sure his life was one dominated by grinding poverty, yet Zaldie had a spark and an enthusiastic approach to life that I could only marvel at and respect.
We had just about seen all the village houses apart from one and just as we came upon that the door opened and there stood Rosalinda. At first I wasn’t sure it was her but then when she giggled and said “hello Martin” in that slightly coy and yet somehow sexy and jaunty way , I knew it was her and straight away I felt that familiar stirring that has motivated man since time began. There was a moment of sexual tension then it passed and I was left smiling knowingly and vaguely hoping that Rosie didn’t suddenly appear together with machete wielding father.