Love comes to anyone in an unexpected moment.
Love struck lightning-like the lazy heart of Juan Tamad when he saw the beauteous maid, Mariang Masipag. Every day he came to see her and followed with his eyes her busy hands and feet that never stopped at their tasks from early morn to dusk.
“Every day you come here, Juan Tamad, and lie around making eyes at my daughter,” said the mother of Mariang Masipag, “and eating our food and drinking our tuba. Yet, you cut no firewood nor draw water from the well. You good-for-nothing lout with bones as soft as rice gruel! Be off with you and never set food in our yard again!”
Juan Tamad went away without a word but was back the next day, his arms loaded with big banana leaves. These he laid down carefully one by one from the field into the yard of Maria’s house.
The mother of Mariang Masipag stood watching at the head of the stairs until she could bear her curiosity no more and exclaimed, “What in the name of the dark one are you doing with those banana leaves? And didn’t I tell you never to set foot in our yard again?”
“I’m not stepping on any part of ground in your yard,” said Juan, “for as you see, my feet touch only the banana leaves.”