It was our third night and we run out of stories. Since Kathleen was the only one who know the place by heart. We asked her to take us out.
It took her about half an hour when she finally told us…….. that she DON’T have any idea. We all raised our one eyebrow to her and give an awkward face. Plus a pinch coming from my cousin, Tayn.
Tik-tok-tik-tok-tik-tok
None of us hesitate to talk. Until the crickets break the silence. But the frogs didn’t let them win.
Beep!beep! (it’s coming from a mobile)
“hey! You guys seems to be bored”
“you betcha Mang Jerry!” as I replied with a sad face.
“go with me, I’ll take you three to the bayan. It’s their last night. ”
? ? ? ? ? ? ?. It’s because we don’t have any idea on what he is talking about. Instead of asking “W’s”, we stood up immediately as we grab our phone’s and camera’s.
While walking to get in the mobile, Rovi crack a joke.
“Mang Jerry, thank God you came. Ah! By the way Kath nice try, but thanks anyway. I appreciate your effort.”
Everybody was laughing, including Kath.
Ssssssssshhhhwwwwsssss……
As the cold fresh breeze of air hits my boy. I can’t help not take a deep breath.
When I turn my head on both sides, I’ve noticed the houses. Only few had their lights on. The convenience stores, grocery stores, mini boutiques and some drugstores are already close. But it’s just pass seven o’clock. Well, they have different routine. We’re out with that.
Tug.tugs.tugs.tugs…………
“here we are. I’ll fetch you later just let me know when you want to.”
“okay, thank you po” as we answered in a childish way.
The place is big, field with green grass. Mini tents are build most of them sell souvenirs’. One tent catches our attention, the TATTOO section. Just henna. Their designs are cool at negotiable price. The three of us gave it a try. I had mine in my lower back and the other two at their upper hand.
I was the last who finished because it’s much bigger than they have. They did fine. But the other two are unhappy, plus Rovi who gave his comment about their work. They knew a lot in arts, because they are an artist. During those times, they are freshly graduate with a degree of bachelor of science FINE ARTS. Yeah, they paint really good.
Here are samples.
Few steps away from the last stall we’ve been through. Anne Curtis’ tarpaulin was there holding a bottle of GSM blue. They are hard drinkers and they didn’t let the opportunity to escape. A girl assisted us, gave us vacant seats and table as she let us choose variety of flavors.
Believe it or not, during those times I don’t drink alcohol. It ended there, they asked me to try. Out of curiosity, I took a shoot. Then took another one and it goes on and on.
I felt a bit tipsy. I asked them to go back home. We tried to call Mang Jerry but he’s not answering our call. There is no other choice but to walk.
Walking way home at the middle on the night without any fear is one of the amazing things I had during my stay in Marinduque. We we’re giggling and it took our tipsy feeling away.
Finally we’re home! We decided to stay at the nipa hat cause we’re not sleepy.
Surprisingly! A clear long bottle sparked as the rays of light strikes on it. Oh no! Rovi both a bottle of gin. Things followed, play cards with a glass moving around. Ken heard us. Came closer and joined us, bother of Kathleen. He asked to have another round of shot. Oh no! I can’t find my way out. Sari-sari store was just next to us and I think it was the only store open. They both 2 bottle of GSM, they call it four-sided bottle.
They made a rule in playing cards. It goes like this: 1 LOSE is equivalent to 1 GLASS of gin. But still the glass is rotating (half filled) while playing.
Have I mentioned that I don’t play cards? If not. Yeah I don’t. they teach me the mechanics but I play bad all the way. Imagine how many times the glass went to me. Reason why the gin taste like water to me.
Then finally we’re done. I felt tipsy, but not drunk. We went to our room, upstairs. I still walk straight, very conscious and feeling like nothing went to my stomach.
Few minutes later I just feel my heart beating so fast. I barely catch my breath. I start to feel cold but my body was so warm. My vision got blurry. I stood up and can’t help myself not to cry hard.
They all got panic and keeps on asking me what’s wrong. I can’t speak! I don’t know what to say. Until I just fell down to the foam (good thing I fell there). I can see their faces with full of fears.
Sharp pain put me into sorrow. It feels like sharp needles are being punctured from my feet up to my head. Then whenever they touched my legs, it feels like-----I can’t describe it. All I know is it’s hurting me too much. I tried to speak but I can’t even move my tongue. I even tried to hold the hand of my cousin but I can’t move it.
Then I realized my body doesn’t want to follow me anymore. It seems like I don’t own my body. Then it all turned out into black.
I heard someone screaming as I open my eyes, I saw a man being transferred to another bed filled with blood. I got scared. I switch my eyes on the other side. Tiles, faucet, cabinet, scissors, knife, trays, and other stuff with are very familiar.
“Jennie?”
Subconsciously I turned my head. A man wearing all white came and asks me
“Do you know where you are?”
“Hospital??” I replied with full of fears.
“Yes, specifically in the emergency room.”
Emergency room! I couldn’t believe it. I can’t think of any reason, my mind went blank. I thought it was dream or something else.
“Can you remember how you get here?”
“…………..No, I was with my friends and cousin. That’s all I could remember.”
“I know you’re scared. They’re waiting outside. I’ll them in.”
They came in and gave me a hug. Then laugh at me really hard as they tell me the whole story. Rovi even showed his feet, he’s not wearing slippers. According to him, he got panic and forgot to wear his slippers. Oh that made me laugh!
Doctor came in and let me drink a medicine. She prescribed a medicine and ask me to take it 3x a day after meal.
Well it’s an experience that I surely don’t want to happen ever again! Honestly, I thought it would be my last word, last tears, last breath and last night of my life.
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