The Manipulation Game

07

"Yup! Pretty amazing right?" He squealed while clapping his hands—or flippers, since he insists he's a penguin.

"Did you get a number?" I salute the orderliness and quick response in here. I like it.

"Yep! Let's just wait for our turn."

I shrugged at that and turned my attention to the big flatscreen TV. It really amazes me how Zen could have all these and yet he's there, on a studio having his pictures taken because Rindelle Lazaro told him so.

My forehead involuntarily creased upon hearing a news about a dead guy found near a dumpsite. Blinded and mutilated. And by I said mutilated it was far more horrific than a severed arm or foot.

His cock was cut off. I shivered at the thought. How could've anyone do that? It's too cruel. Last week someone was also murdered. Police says it was probably just some kind of Fraternity fight. I don't really care but the news was kind of alarming, knowing that someone is out there, killing people.

I saw Rin's shoulders moving. What is he laughing at?

"Nothing." He answered my unspoken thought.

"Anyways, anong number ka ba? Bakit ang tagal." Pagrereklamo ko. Nakakainip na kasi rito at nagugutom na rin ako.

"25. Patience, my dear friend." He laughed. I have many things, except patience. Habang nakatingin kay Rin, naalala ko 'yong sinabi niya no'ng isang araw.

I'm not entirely sure why I still hang out with this shrimp after telling me that my Dad should die. After that he told us he's just joking. But I doubt that. He can say something so seriously but don't really mean it, and he can say something like that as a joke but really means it.

But there's no point dwelling on that. After all, there's no way he'd kill my Dad.

As we wait I can a hear a guy shouting in a corner, a few people gathering around him. Not that I'm curious, malakas lang talaga boses niya so it's not really my fault for eavesdropping.

"Ikaw ang pumatay!" He accused someone. Wait, someone died? Luminga linga naman ako para makita kung anong nangyayari, and good enough, someone was splayed out on the floor, bleeding. It's a guy, not sure how old he is because I can't really see well in this direction, and I can't really see well. Badum tss.

"Anong ako?!" Ang pumatay daw—okay sorry. The accused guy screeched.

"Nilapitan mo siya at hinampas sa ulo ng matigas na bagay." The guy deducted as he walks back and forth like a bloody detective that knows what he's doing.

Apparently he doesn't. Saan naman tayo makakakuha ng matigas na bagay na ipanghahampas sa isang tao na hindi makikita ng lahat?

"Nasa'n ang ginamit kong panghampas." The accused guy facepalmed.

See? Also. . . Did they even call an ambulance yet? The guy is probably still alive if they did.

"May tumawag na ba ng ambulansya?" Someone from the crowd asked. Which made the detective wannabe and everyone fell silent.

Rin laughed beside me, and brilliant enough he got they're attention. "I called the police 15 minutes ago, since you all looked preoccupied."