Midnight Stalker (Completed)

Midnight 2 - Second

Midnight (2)

      

I woke up around 7 in the morning. Medyo na-late ang gising ko ngayon kasi paputol-putol ang tulog ko kagabi. I usually get up at around 6 am kasi. And yup, that is because I am still wondering about the callers from last night, to the point na hindi ko napansin yung oras. Nakapikit lang ako pero 'di ako makatulog kakaisip.

Instead of hurrying up kasi nga late ako nagising, tinignan ko muna yung phone kong secondhand to check what would that caller's number be.

And guess what?

It was +63 917 500 5000.

It was a caller from the Philippines! And it turns out na ito din yung number nung milk tea shop na tumawag sa akin before! No wonder it looks like a business number. Puro kasi zero eh. Ang alam ko sa mga ganyang number sa Pilipinas, mahal ang presyo niyan eh. Kasi large businesses lang ang nakakakuha ng mga numbers na ganyan. If I am not mistaken, almost 30,000 Php ang price ng mga ganyang numbers sa Pinas.

Pero how come?

Could it be ba na yung dalawang lalaking narinig ko sa number na yun ay ang mga may-ari nung milk tea shop business? 

Pwede.

So maybe, yung Philippine sim ng phone na nabili ko ay previous regular customer ng milk tea shop na yun. Oh jeez, I feel like I'm solving some kind of puzzle here. Feeling ko detective ako eh.

But why would they ever 'prank call' their loyal customers?

Who's the first voice na parang ang manyak? He was telling me stuff about how he wants Patricia or Liesl's body – ang bastos. But then, ano ang connection niya dun sa second voice, yung second voice na ang gwapo gwapo ng boses, yung second voice na apparently, owner nung phone. Boss kaya ni first voice si second voice? I'm getting curious.

"YANISA!" sigaw ni mama, galit siya.

Oh no! I looked at the wall clock inside my room and damn, it is already 7:20 am, and I haven't fixed myself up yet! Kung ano ano nanaman kasi ang pinag-iisip ko. 8:00 am kailangan naka time in na ako sa school. Shit! I think I'm gonna be late today! No! It can't happen! Never pa akong na-late sa buong buhay ko!

I hurried down the stairs kasi nandoon yung bathroom namin and as expected, I saw my mom's angry face. Ugh.

"Ano bang plano mong babae ka?!" it's her.

"Mama. Sorry. Ngayon lang naman 'to," palusot ko.

"Kaya nga eh. Ngayon lang! Ano nanaman bang pumasok diyan sa kokote mo at late ka nagising? Gusto mo bang hindi ka na grumaduate?! Alam mo naman ang sitwasyon natin ngayon 'di ba?! Tapos ngayon ka pa nagpapariwara?!"

Here we go again.

"I-I'm sorry mama."

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry! Puro nalang sorry! Mapapakain ba tayo ng sorry mo kapag 'di ka grumaduate? Kapag tinanggal ka ng Lertlah School sa practicum program, tingin mo tutulungan pa tayo ng tatay mo makahanap ka ng high end na pag-OOJT-han?! Mag-isip isip ka nga! Para kang inutil eh!"

Hindi ko namalayan na tumutulo na pala ang luha ko nung pumunta ako sa bathroom para maligo na. Haha. It is very funny how I always keep telling myself that I am used to all my mom's harsh words towards me. But the truth is, I will never get used to it. Kahit paulit-ulit. Kahit every day niyang ginagawa sa akin yun. It still pains me a lot getting those cruel words from my own mother, especially if you have not been doing anything bad at all. Also, especially when you are always there for her when she needs you. It hurts, big time.