Two days after the incident regarding the uninvited visitor, I am still left wondering about who the person might be. I don’t want to let down our guard and so I have decided to force myself to think; and, to rethink about that instance so I will always be ready to pounce on him, and not the other way around.
Let’s see, the househelp wasn’t much help, but they did give a few descriptions. I wanted to try to draw a cartographic sketch, but my limited artistry only came out with this:
This uninvited, unwanted visitor, was described as someone with a medium build, has small chinky eyes, lots of pimples. He wore a green shirt, and pants and had a pair of shoes. The details were really nothing much. So I thought maybe it was one of these guys?
That’s probably the reason why the househelp was really friendly with the person. I mean she actually answered all the questions this guy had. Here’s the conversation that happened. Sorry, no sound clips here. The script has sprinkles of exaggeration here and there :p
The main protagonist in this scenario is our househelp, which I have decided to call ingenue.
The antagonist meanwhile, is Mr U, no not universe, but uninvited.
The story is told by moi, the narrator.
Narrator: It is close to 7 in the evening, and let us visit this kishy house somewhere in the vast metropolis of Metro Manila….
( i don’t know why but the word Kishy just popped hehe)
Mr U: Is (my sibling’s name) there?
Ingenue: No, they went out.
Mr U: I see. I’m his friend, can I come in?
Narrator: Oh he must have showered the househelp with those elfin powder or something
Ingenue: Yes, you’re his friend after all.
Narrator: She was probably saying that with eyes glimmering, I mean how often does one see an elf?
Mr. U: Why thank you.
Narrator: Mr. U enters the house, and proceeds to the living room area. He sees a room, and points to it.
Mr. U: My dear ingenue, does (my sibling’s name) sleep here?
Ingenue: Why yes!
Narrator: Boba! Honesty is not the best policy!
Mr. U: Oh I see. Is the room always locked?
Ingenue: Natural! Are you sure you’re his friend? Why do you ask that question?
Narrator: (rolling my eyes, shutting them and then clasping my hands together) Finally, a shot of brilliance.
Mr. U: Are you taking me for a thief?
Ingenue: No. No. Of course not.
Mr. U: Pointing to my father’s picture, oh he looks just like (my name here). He then proceeds to point to our upstairs area. Don’t they sleep there?
Ingenue: Oh no. They sleep on this floor.
Narrator: Boba! (I slap my hand to my forehead and shake my head.)
Mr. U: Oh I see. Thank you ingenue, for being so honest. May I use your restroom?
Narrator: Put*****, the gall????
Ingenue: Of course, of course.
Narrator: End of story.
Well, there is also a story involving the conversation that happened between the narrator and the ingenue. However, expletives and obscenities fill 90% of the conversation. So it’s better not to put it here.
Mr. U. Whoever you are. F U!
