How My Brother Leon Brought Home a Wife Essay

My associate Leon was returning to Nagrebcan from far away Manila, bringing home his young bride who had been born and had grown up in the large(p) city. beat would not accept her for a daughter-in-law unless he taught her worthy to live in Nagrebcan. Father devised an ingenious way to find out, and waited for the result. She stepped down from the carretela of Ca Celin with a quick, delicate grace. She was boply. She was tall. She meeted up to my br other(a) with a smile, and her brow was on a level with his mouth You argon Baldo. She said and dwellingd her fade piano on my shoulder.Her nails were persistent, plainly they were not painted. She was fragrant a ilk a morning when papayas are in bloom. And a small dimple appeared momentarily high up on her cheek. And this is Labang, of whom I have perceive so much. She held the wrist of one throw with the other and looked at Labang, and Labang neer stopped chewing his cud. He swallowed and brought up to his mouth more c ud, and the sound of his intimate was like a drum. I laid a hand on Labangs massive neck and said to her You may scratch his forehead now. She hesitated and I motto that her eyes were on the long curving horns.But she came and touched Labangs forehead with her long fingers, and Labang never stopped chewing his cud except that his big eyes were one-half closed. And by and by, she was scratching his forehead actually daintly. My companion Leon mark down the two trunks on the grassy side of the road. He paid Ca Celin twice the usual fare from the station to the edge of Nagrebcan. thusly he was standing(a) beside us, and she turned to him eagerly. I watched Ca Celin, where he stood in front of his horse, and he ran his fingers through with(predicate) its forelock and could not keep his eyes away from her. Maria my brother Leon said.Read moreHow My Brother Leon Brought Home a Wife by Manuel Arguilla EssayHe did not say Maring. He did not say Mayang. I knew thus that he had always called her Maria and in my mind I said, Maria, and it was a beautiful name. Yes,Noel at present where did she get that name? I pondered the matter quietly to myself, thinking Father might not like it. But it was only the name of my brother Leon said backwards, and it sounded much better that way. There is Nagrebcan, Maria my brother said gesturing amplely toward the west. She moved close to him. And after a while she said quietly You love Nagrebcan, dont you, Noel?Ca Celin drove away hi-yi-ing to his horse speciously. At the bend of the camino real where the big duhat tree grew, he rattled the handle of his braided rattan whip against the spokes of the wheel. We stood alone on the roadside. The sun was in our eyes, for it was dipping into the bright sea. The sky was wide ample and very blue above us solely along the saw-tooth rim of the Katayaghan hills to the southwest flamed huge masses of clouds. Before us the fields swam in a golden haze through which floated big purple a nd red and yellow bubbles when I looked at the drop sun.Labangs white coat, which I had washed and brushed that morning with coconut husk, glistened like beaten cotton fiber under the lamplight and his horns appeared tipped with fire. He faced the sun and from his mouth came a call so loud and vibrant that the earth seemed to tremble underfoot. And far way in the middle of the fields a overawe lowed soflty in answer. Hitch him to the drag, Baldo, my brother Leon said, laughing and she laughed with him a turning uncertainly, and I saw he had put his arms roughly her shoulders. Why does he make that sound? she asked. I have never memorized the like of it. There is not another like it, my brother Leon said. I have even so to hear another bull call like Labang. In all the world there is no other bull like him. She was lucky at him, and I stopped in the act of tying the genus Vinca across Labangs neck to the opposite end of the yoke, because her teeth was very white, her eyes were so unspoilt of laughter, and there was a small dimple high up on her right cheek. If you continue to give tongue to about him like that, either I shall fall in love with him or become very jealous. My brother Leon laughed and she laughed and they looked at each other and it seemed to me there was a world of laughter between them and in them.I climbed into the cart over the wheel and Labang would have bolted for he was always like that, and I kept firm involve on his rope. He was lie downless and would not stand still. , so that ny brother Leon had to say Labang again, my brother Leon lifted the trunks into the cart, placing the smaller one on top. She looked down at a time on her high heeled shoes, then she gave her left hand to my brother Leon, placed a foot on the hub of the wheel, and in one breath she had swung into the cart.Oh, the fragrance of her But Labang was fairly dancing with impatience and it was all I could do to keep him from running away. Give us the rope , Baldo, my brother Leon said. Maria , set on the hay and hold on to anything. Then he put a foot on the left shaft and that rank Labang leaped forward. My brother Leon laughed as he drew himself up to the top of the side of the cart and made the economic crisis of the rope hiss above the back of Labang. The wind whistled against my cheeks and the rattling of the wheels on the pebbly road echoed in my ears. She sat up straight on the bottom of the cart, wooden legs bent together to one side, her skirt gap over them so that only the toes and the heels of her shoes were visible.Her eyes were on my brother Leons back I saw the wind on her hair. When Labang slowed down, my brother Leon handed me the rope. I knelt on the straw inside the cart and pulled on the rope until Labang was merely shuffling along, then I made him turn around. What is it you have forgotten now, Baldo? my brother Leon said. I did not say anything but tickled with my fingers the rump of Labang and away we wen t back to where I had in hitched and waited for them. The sun had sunk and down from the wooded sides of the Katayaghan hills shadows were stealing into the fields.When I sent Labang down the deep drop that would take us to the dry bed of the Waig, which could be used as a path to our place during the dry season, my brother Leon laid a hand on my shoulder and said sternly Who told you to draw a bead on through the fields to dark? His hand was heavy on my shoulder, but I did not look at him or utter a word until we were on the rocky bottom of the Waig. Baldo, you fool, answer me in the beginning I lay the rope of Labang on you. Why do you follow the Waig instead of the Camino real? His fingers bit into my shoulder.Father- he told me to follow the Waig tonight, Manong. Swiftly his hand fell away from my shoulder and he reached for the rope of Labang. Then my brother Leon laughed, and he sat back, and laughing still, he said And I suppose Father likewise told you to hitch Labang to the cart and meet us with him instead of the Castano and the calesa. Without waiting forn me to answer, he turned to her and said, Maria, why do you think Father should do that, now? He laughed and added, Have you ever seen so many stars onward? I looked back and they were sitting side by side, leaning against the trunks, hands clasped across the knees.Seemingly but a mans height above the tops of the steep banks of the Waig, hung the stars. But in the deep gorge the shadows had fallen heavily, and even the white of Labangs coat was chirped from their homes in the cracks in the banks. The thick, unpleasant note of dangla bushes and cooling sun-heated earth mingled with the clean, sharp scent of arrais roots exposed to the night air and of the hay inside the cart. Look, Noel, yonder is our star Deep surprise and gladness were in her voice. Very low in the west, close to touching the ragged edge of the bank, was the star, the biggest and brightest in the sky.I have been facia l expression at it, my brother Leon said. Do you remember how I would tell you that when you want to see stars you mustiness come to Nagrebcan? . Yes, Noel, she said. Look at it she murmured, half to herself. It is so many times bigger than it was at Ermita beach. The air here is clean and free of dissipate smoke. So it is Noel, she said,drawing a long breath. Making fun of me, Maria? She laughed then, and they laughed together and she took my brother Leons hand and put it against her face. I stopped Labang, climbed down, and lighted the lantern that hung from the cart, and my heart sing.Now the shadows took fright and did not crowd so near. Clumps of andadasi and arias flashed into view and quickly disappeared as we passed by. Ahead, the elongated shadow of Labang bobbled up and down and swayed drunkenly from side to side, for the lantern rocked spasmodically with the cart. Have we far to go yet, Noel? she asked. Ask Baldo, my brother Leon said,we have been neglecting him. I am asking you, Baldo,she said. Without looking back, I answered, picking my words slowly Soon we will get out of the Waig and pass into the fields. later on the fields is home Manang. So near already. I did not say anything more, because I did not fuck what to make of the tone of her voice as she said her last words. All the laughter seemed to have asleep(p) out of her. I waited for my brother Leon to say something, but he was not saying anything. Suddenly he broke out into song and the song was Sky Sown with Stars the same that he and father sang when he cut hay in the fields of nights out front he went away to study. He must have taught her the song because she joined him, and her voice flowed into him like a gentle stream meeting a stronger one.And each time the wheel encountered a big rock, a voice would catch in her throat, but my brother Leon would sing on, until, laughing softly, she would join him again. Then we were climbing out into the fields, and through the spokes of the wheels the light of the lantern mocked the shadows. Labang quickened his steps. The overstrung became more frequent and painful as we crossed the low dikes. But it is so very wide here, she said. The light of the stars broke and scattered the darkness so that one could see far on all(prenominal) side, though indistinctly. You miss the houses, and the cars, and the people and the noise, dont you? My brother Leon stopped singing. Yes, but in a different way. I am glad they are not here. With difficulty, I turned Labang to the left, for he valued to go straight on. He was breathing hard, but I knew he was more thirsty than tired. In a little while , we drove up the grassy side onto the camino real. -you see, my brother Leon was explaining, the camino real curves around the foot of the Katayaghan hills and passes by our house. We drove through the fields, because- but Ill be asking father as soon as we get home Noel, she said. Yes, Maria. I am afraid. He may not like me. D oes that worry you still, Maria? my brother said. From the way you talk, he might be an ogre, for all the world. Except when his leg that was wounded in the revolution is troubling him, Father is the mildest tempered, gentlest man I know. We came to the house of Lacay Julian and I spoke to Labang loudly, but Moning did not come to the window, so I surmised she must be eating with the rest of her family. And I thought of the food being made ready at home and my mouth watered.We met the twins, Urong and Celin, and I said Hoy, barter them by name. And they shouted back and asked if my brother Leon and his wife were with me. And my brother Leon shouted to them and then told me to make Labang run their answers were lost in the noise of the wheels. I stopped Labang on the road before our house and would have gotten down, but my brother Leon took the rope and told me to stay in the cart. He turned Labang into the generate gate and we dashed into our yard. I thought we would crash into the bole of the camachile tree, but my brother Leon reined in Labang in time.There was light downstairs in the kitchen, and puzzle stood in the doorway, and I could see her smiling shyly. My brother Leon was helping Maria over the wheel. The first words that fell from his lips after he had kissed puzzles hand were Father where is he? He is in his room upstairs, render said, her face enough serious. His leg is bothering him again. I did not hear anything more because I had to go back to the cart to unhitch Labang. But I had hardly tied him under the barn when I heard Father calling me. I met my brother Leon going to bring up the trunks.As I passed through the kitchen, there were Mother and my sister Aurelia and Maria, and it seemed to me they were crying, all of them. There was no light in Fathers room. There was no movement. He sat in the big armchair by the eastern window, and a star shone directly though it. He was smoking, but he removed the roll of tobacco from his mouth when he saw me. He laid it carefully on the windowsill before speaking. Did you meet anybody on the way? No, Father, I said. Nobody passes through the Waig at night. He reached for his roll of tobacco and hitched himself up in the chair.She is very beautiful, Father. Was she afraid of Labang? My father had not raised his voice, but the room seemed to resound with it. And again I saw her eyes on the long curving horns and the arm off my brother Leon around her shoulders. No, Father, she was not afraid. On the way-She looked at the stars, Father And Manong Leon sang. What did he sing? Sky Sown with Stars. She sang with him. He was silent again. I could hear the low voices of Mother and my sister Aurelia downstairs. There was also the voice of my brother Leon, and I thought that Fathers voice must have been like it when he was young.He had laid the roll of tobacco on the windowsill once more. I watched the smoke waver faintly upward from the lighted end and vanish slowly into t he night outside. The door opened and my brother Leon and Maria came in. Have you watered Labang? Father spoke to me. I told him that Labang was resting yet under the barn. It is time you watered him, my son. My father said. I looked at Maria and she was lovely. She was tall. Beside my brother Leon, she was tall and very still. Then I went out, and in the darkened hall the fragrance of her was like a morning when papayas are in bloom.