It’s not eavesdropping; I just can’t close my ears to the things I don’t want to hear. From Rimando Road, I took a jeepney ride to town and sat beside a man and a woman who seemed to have not seen each other for years. They were cordially catching up to the lost times by telling their own life stories, not minding the people around. The man was already married for eight years and had two children. However, his wife and the mother of his children left them because of reasons he does not understand. He explained that despite that, he loves his wife very much. It does not matter even if people call him a martyr or a plain stupid. He believes with all his heart, that someday somehow, she will be coming back. He said: