The Dirty Old Man

       He remembered it well! The ugly old man was crying and trying to beat his pretty wife and  he had intervened in her behalf.  She had been looking  upon him like he was a hero, and now he had lived up to her expectation. He had glimpse at her slim waist and lips that seem to call upon his primal instinct. And now he had opened his mouth feeling proud as he said, "Tiyoy, that is not the way to treat a lady!"The old  man answered him that it was none of his business. And he punched the dirty old man, sending him crawling on the ground with his ugly mouth bleeding. The wife then ran away, still looking at him, as if telling him that she would go with him. And he hurriedly left the scene feeling like he was a hero; still hearing the sob and despair of the DOM...that is just right for you dirty old man!" he whispered to himself as he speed away.This was 20 year ago.
       But now, he was already 45 years old, and he was on the ground with his mouth bleeding. He spat out some broken teeth mixed with  saliva and blood. He had been hit by a much younger and stronger man. His young wife had been looking amorously at the young man  like she wanted him in bed with her. And he had scolded her, and the young man intervened, holding his hand as he tried to slap her. And when he tried to hit the young man, he had hit him first. Now he was on the ground. Feeling the humiliation of such a situation.What was he to do? How should he deal with his wayward wife? Was God measuring him like the measure he once did to that old man long ago? He felt the tears rolling down his painful cheek.  He didn't feel like getting up and looking at all those around him. His wife is now hurling at him all kinds of dirty words and accusations; some were false, some were true and some he didn't anymore care to hear. He was thinking now of their children-young and innocent, what future waits for them?