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with his right hand flexed above his kneecap. One of his favorite stags is
stuck between his lap and his chest. While in front of him is the sparring
gamecocks, his father, Wilfredo Pilas Jr. had given him. He scrutinizes the
fighting cocks, their movements and their agility as they battle with pride
and great strength trying to outdo each other. Among the two roosters he
spars, Wing will only choose one for next week’s game, another invitation
from Congressman Barael, different this time for he will be fighting solely
by himself. His stopwatch says two minutes and thirty seconds. He notices
that the rooster he named Marcus is already losing. It is bruised on its right
wing while the other rooster, Victorino whom Wilfredo Jr. laid bets two years
cocks. The blood is dripping from Marcus’ right wing. It splatters on the
lawn and stains the earth creating the color of mud. Upon the isolation of
the two roosters, he carries with him the helpless and wounded Marcus.
The wound is terrible but he knows that Marcus can bear the pain
and recover in a few days. He was taught by his father on how to properly
cocking festival on the occasion of the town's feast celebrating the saint
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patron when Wing went cockfighting with his father. Their house happened
to be situated ten kilometers away from the pit so they have to ride using
their motorcycle. They needed to bear the scorching heat of the sun. Wing
held Victorino on his right arm. People who didn’t have private vehicles
would start walking two hours and a half before the game would start. It
was never easy but they were already accustomed to it. There were many
instances when men from the distant places of Clareta walked together with
other roster of men carrying with them their fighting cocks. They would
often sing Dandansoy as a form of entertainment over and over again until
Wednesdays, once in a week. Wing and his father decided to leave the house
thirty minutes before the game. It was Mang Wilfredo’s first time to engage
into a duel, given that he didn’t really intend to fight but to really breed
game cocks. But it was an invitation from the Congressman and he found
this coming Sunday. I would consider it as a friendly game given that you do
not really fight but instead breed plenty of gamecocks in which you are
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popularly known. You have been a great breeder even before your father
died. If you’re wondering why I invited you for a game it is because I would
like to give your family a chance. I know you already knew about the
farmland that you’re father, Wilfredo Pilas Sr. had pawned. I would like to
give you a chance to retrieve the farmland he pawned many years ago BUT
1. If you win the game, I will hand you back the farmland
2. BUT if you lose you will serve me for a lifetime, you will be
I will be expecting you. If you want, you could bring with you all of
your friends. The pit needs the crowd. But the crowd enjoys victory. Kindly
bring your well bred gamecock. May the best man win!
Wing was 7 months old when her grandmother died and five when
her Mother, Aling Lita died from diabetes. Unlike other children, he didn’t
had time to play bagoongay, bulan-bulan and labo-labo, even though her
friend Isang, a cute chubby little girl who always fashioned her hair with a
pink butterfly clip, a year older than him never forgot to approach him to
join and play. Before his mother departed, five months before she died, Wing
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would usually stay at home. He was left in the house with the company of
his grandfather, a land owner and his mother who was at that time bed
ridden. Her mother would teach him to read the alpabetong Pilipino and
Wing, as early as five years old knew how to write the alphabets. Wing and
her mother had more time with each other compared to his father. As early
as four thirty, Wing’s father would start walking, going to their farmland to
start tilling the soil and often finish farming and went home at five. It was
during the brink of summer’s death when all of the crops were sold to their
buyers.
When Wing’s grandmother died, they started losing their wealth for
the hospital fees, wake expenses and for her burial. The condition got worse
when her mother suffered from diabetes. The family agonized for five years.
Wing’s father couldn’t believe that they were already losing their wealth,
spending the income of the year’s harvest for Aling Lita’s medication. It was
a challenge for the family. But not in the case of Wing’s grandfather. He
about what his father had done. Wilfredo Jr. had his biggest share of the
money. He was told by his father to spend the money to breed some cocks
and to flourish the business he had chosen him to have. Wing’s grandfather
didn’t tell his son about the pact that he and the Congressman had agreed.
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Wilfredo Jr. had kept a secret to himself. It was a promise that one day he
will have their farmland back. He knew that his father really wanted to keep
stags in which he secretly acquired from the Congressman asking his friend
Manuel, who owned a one-hectare land to buy the stags for him. He started
to pen the stags at their backyard but later on he decided to transfer the
land. After three years, the business had grown. Wing’s grandfather was
very much glad when he saw that the business was growing and flourishing.
One Sunday evening when Wing’s father was out of town and Wing
was left in the house together with his grandfather, Wing heard a soft but
painful fall as though someone had fallen on the floor. Wing was at his room
that time, writing. He hurried across the room and saw his grandfather out
of breath on the floor. He tried and asked for a help but everything was too
late. It was a feeling shot through like dozen knives at once. He was
helpless. He blanketed his grandfather with a white cloth and sat before
him. He took a look outside the window. The moon was gorgeous and still.
The glare shone through the wooden windows of his grandfather’s room
shedding light on the surface of the white cloth. It was illuminating. It had
its own radiance. But beneath the cloth was the dead body of his
his forehead.
“But ‘tay, what if we will lose the game, what will become of us
after?”
“God knows. As you were telling me, father is with us, I’m hoping
tire was pricked by a nail. They were already near the pit when it happened.
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They stopped by a vulcanizing shop and left the motorcycle. It was needed
to be fixed. Wing tried to pull the nail out of the rubber, in his persistence to
“It hurts.”
They were near the pit when a familiar beep honked noisily at
their back; it was the white van of Congressman Malvar Barael. Wing could
hear the scream, the shouting and the cheering crowd even if he was just
From afar, he could see the vehicles parked outside the pit
including some of the farmers’ carabaos. There were also plenty of habal-
habal, bicycles and jeepneys coming from other nearby towns, looking like
tiny toys of a child. When they finally arrived,he couldn’t help but felt
stunned seeing the structure and hearing the politics inside. A small red
flag was fluttering from a slim bamboo pole outside when Wing and his
father arrived to the place, an indicator that there was a cockfight on. Some
market vendors like Aling Rosing, Manang Felicita and Ging-Ging would
take advantage of putting up makeshift stalls around the pit to sell assorted
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foods like ginanggang, biko, nilupak, beverages, biscuits and cigarettes. After
foods sold. Winners would often buy all of Aling Rosing’s ginanggang, Ging-
Ging’s biko and Manang Felicita’s nilupak. It was like a Sunday fiesta for
The place was new for Wing, it was noisy. Everybody was shouting
different inside like he needed to join the crowd and be one of them. He told
himself that he was expecting to meet unfamiliar faces most specially those
that were from other towns. It was a strange welcome. There were plenty of
people and majority were those faces that he had never met.
Mang Wilfredo shouted, “What are you still doing there? Come on!
Upon entering, the noise grew louder and louder creating boisterous
barrel of roar. He could not even hear himself. The most domineering voice
among all of the people inside was of the announcer’s, who happened to be
duel. There were men standing, stamping their feet, raising hands as if they
were the referee of the game. Spectators in the narrow balcony looked as
though they're close enough to reach down and snatch a bird by its neck.
There were also some who stayed being seated while watching. The noise
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was different. It was so alien for Wing. It was very different compared to the
The pit itself was lit by overhead fluorescent light. It was a circular stage
balcony hanged below a web of beams that supported a domed roof, which
gave the entire structure the feel of a circus tent. The dirt arena was
roof, usually jam-packed. In Clareta’s pit, they would charge a nominal fee
to spectators, often eight pesos but anyone who brings with him his rooster
There you could see varied types of men as some are boys being
accompanied by their fathers just like Wing. Only a few women attend
cockfights except that there was a time when Congressman Malvar brought
with him a female tourist friend for an experience of seeing a cockfight. Also,
some men were accompanied by their wives, just like Aling Gracia, the wife
of Mang Wilfredo’s friend and Aling Carita the second wife of Mang Dolfo,
the uncle of Wing’s classmate. In Clareta, it was the only place where the
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The first game was about to end when they arrived and Wing had
the chance to witness the procedure inside the pit. In the ulutan or
matching section, handlers and owners seek for suitable foes. Congressman
Barael and his father stood outside of the ring while having a negotiation
with the kristo. Spectators inside the pit had their chance of scrutinizing
colored leg band, before deciding which to bet on. One handler, Mang Tinoy
put on a hat so that the wagers are placed by calling "mayroon" ("with hat")
or "wala" ("without hat"). He would also ask the bettors which cock they
would favor to win, shouting llamado or the less popular one, dejado.
Mang Adolfo, a fellow farmer was the kristo during that time. With
his extended arm posed as he moved about, shouting the odds, exhorting
the gamblers, and acknowledging the bets. Manong Delfin, the casador
noticed that there was much more money for one rooster than the other so
he then distributed some bets among the prominent cockers, calling them
their names and the amounts they will answer for. Mang Delfin would only
Mang Delfin had served the pit for almost ten years that’s why he
had a remarkable memory for faces; bets were taken in a split second of
hand gestures and calls, and the changing odds given during a match.
Incredibly, Mang Delfin wrote nothing down, but remembered each bet and
its odds. In Clareta’s sabungan, trust works both ways; anyone could place
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a bet without showing his money. Bets were indicated by a series of hand
betting, two fingers raised means twenty Pesos, horizontal fingers signify
The cockfight began when the leather sheaths of the spurs were
removed, the blades that they were using were examined and wiped with
and Mang Wilfredo were released to start the fight. The game would end
a howling crescendo.
to battle with the Congressman’s gamecock. His strength and agility was far
beyond compare. In just a matter of three minutes he was able to bruise the
left wing of the Congressman’s gamecock. It was very obvious that in any
by Victorino.
The losing bird was picked up by the kristo and dropped three times
to see if it showed any signs of life before its declared dead. Victory was
confirmed when Victorino, the dominant cock pecked twice at its victim. The
latter's dead.
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The sentenciador, the one who gives the sentence grabbed both birds
by the back neck feathers and brought them together for the decisive pecks.
The decision of the sentenciador was final and never questioned. The loser
will be taking his dead rooster home and cooked it in a special dish called
The betting was resolved as money was passed between kristos and
People were shouting for the Victory of Mang Wilfredo. They were
Mang Wilfredo handed the money to the kristo and left. He was
congratulated by some of his friends, Mang Nestor, Mang Juan and Mang
Rolando.
“You won the game. Will we be seeing you next week for the next
game? Job well done Wilfredo. Please send my warmest regards to your
gamecock, Victorino”, Mang Juan kidded and shook Mang Wilfredo’s hand as
a sign of congratulation.
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He was holding Victorino while taking his way out of the crowd when
The resonance of the voices inside the arena was slowly diminishing.
There will be another game but it was already five in the afternoon and the
four must go home before it gets dark. Wing was very happy for his father;
he knew that even before the competition his father would not fail him.
Mang Wilfredo was very positive for this victory. They went home carrying
called talunan. Mang Wilfredo was very excited to go home. He could not
wait to tell his father about his victory. Atlast, they will have their farmland
back.
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“Yeah, I know ‘tay. Good thing we won’t be having corn and sweet
potato as our dinner. May the soul of that beaten gamecock rest in peace.”
“If you want, we can come back in the town tomorrow and we’ll buy
“Oh, really? That would be nice ‘tay, Thank God. I owe everything to
The uproar from the cockpit had died out. They were kilometers
away from the center of the town and Clareta had its own picture of solitude
as the day ended. There were still mountains but they appeared like
monsters in the night due to their dark and gigantic features. Mang Wilfredo
and Wing journeyed under the tilting coconuts with dark long leaves. They
were trapped under the dim of the night. The silent cicadas broke the
silence of the farm fields as their piercing cries serenaded the caressing
winds of May. They were near the river, one of the few places in the town
which had a lamp post. The river was still and dark, the color of the night.
There was a splash of water in the riverbank, a jumping farm toad or a rat
perhaps caused it. Apart from the sounds that the night produced, Wing
fast. Mang Wilfredo and Wing stayed on the side of the road to free the
vehicle from its speed. But it momentarily stopped right before them. A man
went out of the car, he was wearing a black T-shirt and his face was covered
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with a black cloth, revealing only his eyes. Another man stepped down, they
were unfamiliar faces. Mang Wilfredo and Wing were shocked the moment
these men came close to them. There was a hint of anger in the stance of
the other guy. He was holding a switchblade. He gazed to the other guy and
the moment Wing’s father dropped Victorino in the ground, he felt a sting
“Dunggaba na na”
voice was it. It was a voice he heard at the pit a while ago. His father’s
“Yes sir”
beep, perhaps a signal that they must leave. The two men hurried inside the
van and left Mang Wilfredo lying on the ground. Wing picked up Victorino
and held him in his hands. Mang Wilfredo was aching in pain. The stabs
were deep. The blood continued dripping from the cut, it was dark- the color
of Victorino’s feathers. Wing shook his father but he would never react.
Wing cried in one of the vast and lighted nook of Clareta. He shouted,
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duplicate enraged protests. They were freed in the absence, heard in the
absence of his father but the voices seemed to be trapped along the woods,
flowing together with stream and hiding beneath the crops. It was a sort of
wound that knew no medications. Wing knew that it was the start of
another journey. A journey without his father but the company of hopes he
The next day, the news broke out. The death of Mang Wilfredo was
in the front page of the local newspapers. The town was visited with a lot of
people from the media, trying to get an interview on some of Mang Wilfredo’s
friends. Wing opted to stay silent. However, there were a lot of media men
who tried to get footage with Congressman Malvar Barael. He was asked
about what happened. There were a lot of speculations about the death of
Mang Wilfredo but there was none who knew about who really were the
suspects.
Wing was feeding Victorino at the backyard when he heard the news
on the radio. He couldn’t believe the impact that was brought by the death
of his father. During that time, Mang Wilfredo’s death was the talk of the
town.
are built including Congressman Barael’s internet café and refreshment bar.
Many people discover Clareta and choose to build their houses in the said
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town, including the squatters. A lot of people go to the public market
usually after they attend the mass. Children grow in numbers. The cockpit
is full of men and boys during Sundays. Unlike before, people now pay 10
pesos as an entrance fee if they don’t have their gamecocks with them,
people who mostly experience this are those that are from the nearby towns,
game he had two years ago. But everything is different now; Wing will be
It is already 1:00 pm. The game will start at exactly 1:30 pm. If the
opponent happens not to show up in the game his opponent will be declared
the farm fields and the lamp post. He can’t bear the nostalgia of the
moment. He stops and carries with him Victorino while trying to marvel the
“Manimalos ta ‘tay!”
He then starts off the engine of the motorcycle and zooms in to the
cockpit.
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People are shouting. He hears the announcer, calling the last call.
He leaves his motorcycle among the group of vehicles that are parked
outside the cockpit area. When he enters, the cheer of the people inside the
raises his hands above his head and waves to the other side of the ring. One
Still, the crowd is silent and only the voice of the cheering man is
heard. After a few seconds the voice is seconded together with other men. It
seems like it is a standing ovation given to Wing even though the game
doesn’t start yet. Applause is heard. The silence of the crowd is broken.
Victorino. Wing goes near the ring to weigh Victorino. Congressman Malvar
Barael is seated on a chair as he lets his man take over the weighing of his
gamecock. After the cocks are weighed the kristo attaches the razor-sharp
spurs to the birds’ legs. The two gamecocks are ready and the uproar gets
louder and louder as the two cocks start to battle with each other.
On the first minute, Victorino shows a very promising start just like
what he a year ago. His eyes are focused as if wanting to devour his
opponent. His movements show great agility against the attacks of its
opponents. Instead of waiting for its opponent, Victorino runs the risk of
hitting the neck of its opponent in the first fly. The black is too fast to free
itself from Victorino. Victorino with its courage and fortitude attacks the
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black for the second time; it is the blow that Wing had been waiting. The
black cannot parry the damage that Victorino has made on its neck. There
Victorino. The cock is very different now, different from the last time they
have seen it. It is more powerful and determined. The black limped badly as
Victorino flew hitting the side of it. He is terribly hurt. People inside the
cockpit cheer for the way Victorino maneuvers its flight. The black takes the
risk of hitting Victorino on the right leg but he fails as victorino with its
accountable speed avoids the black from its attempt. Victorino is aggressive
looking like he really enjoys the game; he thumps the black and gets him in
a flicker. The black is again wounded. There is a swirl of feathers in the air.
The roars rise from the gallery betting for the victory of Wing. Victorino
circles the black in a moment as the black tries to sustain its remaining
strength. The blood from the neck and the wing of the black stains the
ground. People are shouting, insisting that Wing has won. But the black
persists. People can tell that the cock of Congressman Judeo is losing, in a
minute or more it will probably face its own demise. Victorino attacks its
Victorino, it is not able to avoid the killing flight of Victorino, its final
downfall.
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The face of Congressman Judeo is disgusted. He is shouting, as if
encouraging his gamecock to fight and outdo Victorino, but the black is not
against Wing.
victory but it seems like things are not going on their right path. He
that he’ll win and avenge the game of his father a year ago. It is an
Ernesto pats him on his back consoling the grief of his friend.
The cocks are still inside the ring. The only thing that Wing and the
crowd wait is the pecking of Victorino. It is the signal that all of them
anticipate to finally declare the game in favor of Victorino and his master
Wing. The crowd is shouting, louder than the usual uproar they create.
Before the time ends Victorino is able to peck the lying, defeated cock of
Congressman Barael. The winning crowd creates a noise louder than what
Wing had witnessed when his father won the game against Congressman
Malvar Barael.
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Wing empties his chair and goes in the middle of the ring and sees the
before the roaring crowd. He holds with him Victorino and gazes before the
The losers still applaud the two fighters because of the strength
that both of the cocks has showcased. There are some who goes inside the
Wing knows that within himself the fight is well worth perceiving.
That it is the fight that gives him courage and hope to still continue, in the
absence of his father. He notices the spur tied on the left leg of Victorino. It
is sharp. Enough to bruise the stag of the Congressman but apart from the
his father was stabbed under the flickering lamp post. The noise of the
crowd cheering for his victory is muted, he barely hears a thing. The
moment he scrutinizes the faces of the men before him, the memory of the
death of his father flashes in his mind. The secret he slid beneath the crops
and the monstrous mountains will now be freed. The river where he
cleansed his wound will continue to flow and the cry of the cicadas in the
night will not be as piercing as before. That the town of Clareta will become
knows he’ll greet Clareta tomorrow full of hopes and with a peaceful state of
mind. He’ll be awake by the hopeful crows of Victorino and the desires of his
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father and grandfather. Even if he will have their farmland again he is
certain that the two most important men of his lives will never be with him,
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