Post by seishounohana on Feb 23, 2009 5:34:57 GMT -8
It was a cold evening.
Emily wasn't in the mood to go home, and basically headed to her REAL home, the 707 apartments, for a little reminiscing. After all, she DID own the place, so she might as well visit it every now and then.
After a good searching of keys, she opened the door and sighed. The moonlight lit the room beautifully, as always.
It was the main reason why she wanted this apartment. The moon was beautiful here at this time of year. Smiling, the girl would leave the lights closed as she tied up her hair and picked up a mop. Gah, the place was filthy.
But you might expect that from a place that hadn't been tended to in years. Emily even began to wonder if there were monsters growing out of her bathroom now. Damn, after all that effort to keep it sparkly clean. She peeked inside, and heaved a sigh of relief.
Grabbing a bucket, Emily would fill it with water and -- oh dear, where did she put the disinfectant? She rummaged around the drawers until she found one. Right, David's movers didn't move some items as she wouldn't need them in such a house.
The woman quietly began cleaning the empty rooms. She mopped the dust off the floor, scrubbed the walls and tiles until they sparkled. Everything about this room was nostalgic.
Everything.
Smiling, the girl sat at the old wooden table, where she used to eat, leaning against the wall to stare at the moon.
It was a full moon tonight.
If only everyday was so peaceful...
*Riiinnnng*
...?
*Riiiinnnng*
Emily looked at the wallphone. It was strange. She knew she had updated people about her having moved (for the moment).
Feeling awkward, Emily stared at the phone a bit before answering a simple: "He-hello?"
"Sacricia?" The voice spoke, "Cris, Kaw ba yan?"
Emily shook. She knew that tongue. But the voice that spoke it, no. She had never heard it before, but why the heck was that woman speaking to her as if he knew her? Albeit so... casually... Using THAT name, none the less. Most of the people around here in Long Beach call her by Emily, not Sacricia.
That was unless that person was---
"B-bakit po? Sino to?"
"Alam ko na hindi mo ako kilala, pero..." Emily was tense. What was this woman doing with her number? "... ikaw ba ung ina-anak ko na si Sacricia Emi... Emilou... Ano... Emily. Yun! Sacricia Emily Lourdes! Kaw ba ito, Cris?"
"... Sino po ito?" Emily asserted. This was getting suspicious. The woman on the other line seemed to have gotten the hint.
"Ah, sige." She said, "Naiintindihian naman kita kung nagdududa ka sa akin. Pero, matagal na kitang hinahanap. Anak ka ng aking kapatid na si Jo. Ina-anak kaya kita. Akala namin nawala ka na! Diyan ka lang napunta sa Amerika, sosyal ka!"
Emily froze.
What?
"Anong... 'sosyal' ang... pinagsasabi mo?"
"Ah, ito kasi yun---"
A few silent moments had passed.
....
Emily dropped the phone. Shocked. Utterly shocked.
"Hello? Hello? Crisya! Nandy--n- k----- a---?"
The line dropped. The phone was broken.
...
But...
... none of all this made sense. None of it.
Emily looked at the broken phone on the floor and picked the pieces up.
"... Kailangan ko nang matawagan ung kumpanya ng telepono. Malamang mataas na ang singil sa akin."
With that, she left.
Emily wasn't in the mood to go home, and basically headed to her REAL home, the 707 apartments, for a little reminiscing. After all, she DID own the place, so she might as well visit it every now and then.
After a good searching of keys, she opened the door and sighed. The moonlight lit the room beautifully, as always.
It was the main reason why she wanted this apartment. The moon was beautiful here at this time of year. Smiling, the girl would leave the lights closed as she tied up her hair and picked up a mop. Gah, the place was filthy.
But you might expect that from a place that hadn't been tended to in years. Emily even began to wonder if there were monsters growing out of her bathroom now. Damn, after all that effort to keep it sparkly clean. She peeked inside, and heaved a sigh of relief.
Grabbing a bucket, Emily would fill it with water and -- oh dear, where did she put the disinfectant? She rummaged around the drawers until she found one. Right, David's movers didn't move some items as she wouldn't need them in such a house.
The woman quietly began cleaning the empty rooms. She mopped the dust off the floor, scrubbed the walls and tiles until they sparkled. Everything about this room was nostalgic.
Everything.
Smiling, the girl sat at the old wooden table, where she used to eat, leaning against the wall to stare at the moon.
It was a full moon tonight.
If only everyday was so peaceful...
*Riiinnnng*
...?
*Riiiinnnng*
Emily looked at the wallphone. It was strange. She knew she had updated people about her having moved (for the moment).
Feeling awkward, Emily stared at the phone a bit before answering a simple: "He-hello?"
"Sacricia?" The voice spoke, "Cris, Kaw ba yan?"
Emily shook. She knew that tongue. But the voice that spoke it, no. She had never heard it before, but why the heck was that woman speaking to her as if he knew her? Albeit so... casually... Using THAT name, none the less. Most of the people around here in Long Beach call her by Emily, not Sacricia.
That was unless that person was---
"B-bakit po? Sino to?"
"Alam ko na hindi mo ako kilala, pero..." Emily was tense. What was this woman doing with her number? "... ikaw ba ung ina-anak ko na si Sacricia Emi... Emilou... Ano... Emily. Yun! Sacricia Emily Lourdes! Kaw ba ito, Cris?"
"... Sino po ito?" Emily asserted. This was getting suspicious. The woman on the other line seemed to have gotten the hint.
"Ah, sige." She said, "Naiintindihian naman kita kung nagdududa ka sa akin. Pero, matagal na kitang hinahanap. Anak ka ng aking kapatid na si Jo. Ina-anak kaya kita. Akala namin nawala ka na! Diyan ka lang napunta sa Amerika, sosyal ka!"
Emily froze.
What?
"Anong... 'sosyal' ang... pinagsasabi mo?"
"Ah, ito kasi yun---"
A few silent moments had passed.
....
Emily dropped the phone. Shocked. Utterly shocked.
"Hello? Hello? Crisya! Nandy--n- k----- a---?"
The line dropped. The phone was broken.
...
But...
... none of all this made sense. None of it.
Emily looked at the broken phone on the floor and picked the pieces up.
"... Kailangan ko nang matawagan ung kumpanya ng telepono. Malamang mataas na ang singil sa akin."
With that, she left.