My son messaged me yesterday that it was his friend Mara’s 22nd birthday and she’s having a party at her condo at the Fort. She’s inviting her friends to sleep-over.
I answered “Attend lang”. My son replied “Okay”. Mabait naman ang anak ko. He understood.
I couldn’t sleep last night. Ang galing naman ng tyempo. I needed to have a good night’s sleep because I have a photo shoot today at 10 am. But I just couldn’t fall asleep. Ewan, gising na gising ako. I called up my son at 1:30 am to ask what time he would be home. He said half hour or in one hour. I called again at 3 am “Anak, it’s 3 am”. He’s already in the village. With that, I went to bed. I didn’t wait for him anymore.
Long time ago, during the martial law years, there was a curfew. Inabot ko pa yun.
My Kuya Ben liked to go out at night, dun lang naman din sa kanto-kanto sa Binangonan. One time, we were awakened by the sound of a whistle. Pito.
Our house was made of wood kaya hindi sound proof. There was some commotion, merong biglang tumakbo sa loob ng bahay namin. The whistle became even louder.
Apparently, my Kuya Ben and a barkada of his, were being chased by the policeman kasi nga curfew na. Ayaw magpahuli nung dalawa, they ran to our house, pumasok sa garahe.
We were all awakened. I saw my brother and his friend crawling on the floor, careful not to be seen by the policeman from the outside. Eh maraming butas yung ding-ding namin, pwedeng masilip kung maliwanag sa loob.
We were all awakened by the commotion. My father stood up and looked out the window from the second floor. The policeman was standing outside, looking up. He said “Ka Cardo, si Ben po, huhulihin ko at curfew na”.
My father answered succinctly “Curfew na pala, umuwi ka na”. The policeman left scratching his head.
My father then gave my brother a stern look. He said “Tulog na!”
