Phone call (Wake me up by Avicii)
“Happy Birthday pal! You’re older now! Let’s celebrate!” – Dek
“Okay, sure! Just fetch me up at school. Ahmmm…my treat or your treat?” – Siam
“Both would be fine pal, but I prefer better your treat. Hehehe.” – Dek
“Well, I guess it’s really my turn. Okay so be it pal. Wait for me at school 8:30pm, gonna have our laboratory now. Goodbye pal.” – Siam
“So get yourself busy pal. Take care always.” – Dek
8:30pm Phone call (Wake me up by Avicii)
“Where are you pal?” – Dek
“I’m waiting, standing here under the umbrella trees. I just finished our experiment. – Siam
"I’m driving my XRM motorcycle heading to you pal.” – Dek
"Ohw… I see pal. Be careful!” – Siam
10 minutes later Phonecall (Wake me up)
“I’m here at the gate already.” – Dek
“Okay Pal, just a minute I’m going there.” – Siam
“Hey how are you? Let’s go!” – Dek
“I’ll just cross the street.” - Siam
(BEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPP…BEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPP)
“No…AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHhhhhhhh!!!” – Dek
(CCCCrrrraaaaSSSSHHHH…BOOooooggggssssss)
“Hey pal…” – Siam
(peeewww…weeewww…weeewww resounding)
Tooot… Tooot… Tooot…
Cockorokoo…Cockorokoo… (the rooster sang)
Just call me Siam.
I woke up early today when light stroke my visage from the sun that peeped from the eastern mountains of Sierra Madre. I felt happiness around because today is my birthday, but a little bit gruesome thinking about the dreams I had last night.
What’s so funny was, I was with my scrub suit, wearing no underwear. Beside my bed was a basket of fruits, flowers, and bottles of IV fluid.
I looked up to my ceiling, to my wall, to my portraits; everything has changed.
“Happy Birthday Son!” my Mom said when she entered the room. She was so happy (as if she missed me for how many years). But I’m gladder because she did a big repair to my room, as if she had a make-over for how many months.
“They just went out to beauty salon,” said Mom, but I wasn’t able to take it seriously because I was being subjugated when I turned my head against the window. And I was under spasms of delight when I saw a box wrapped with a green Spiderman inspired cover and it was a gift from my long lost bestfriend Dek, his Diary. “SIAM READ THIS” is the inscription written in a small piece of card with a year later date (I guess Dek still has a hang over last year).
With a certain amount of excitement, I read his journal, and I was surprised.
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It was October 2009 when I and George felt like brothers. He knew most of me and about the girls that I got fornicated with, but I didn’t know lot about him for awhile. All I knew are rumors of his sexuality but never did I ask him about it. I don’t want him embarrassed so I did shut my mouth.
He does not talk a lot. He seldom smiles. He does not seem to like other people.
But onetime I saw him with a mysterious guy going through the darkness in a narrow street. I saw their silhouette as if their embracing each other with a brown envelope on George’s hand. I wondered why.
Who cares if he’s a gay? Or bi? I just thought that he’s just too handsome, has a nice body feature, fair, and snob that in a curse, bunches of insecure mammals surround him. He’s my friend and a brother. That’s it!
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Days pass by and I feel more comfortable with him. Melissa, my girlfriend even gets jealous of our closeness. Melissa tried to ruin our friendship by keeping George away from me, but I can’t resist the presence of George, because all the time he goes to my apartment, he cooks sumptuous dishes of which I get my tummy busy.
George usually sanitizes my room making it dust free and organized. And washing my laundries became his hobby. (This guy is so kind to me. Thank you Lord for giving me a brother like him.)
For many months that we’ve been through, he never spoke that much about himself or expressed his ideas, until I accidentally impregnated Sally, my girlfriend after Melissa. I didn’t know what to do so I told George about it. George cried so hard and it was my first time to see him drenched in tears. It was raining that night and he ran towards the streets bare-foot without wearing his shirt.
Like a big brother, I pacified him and felt sorry for what I’d done. He cried but never talked.
Sally on the other hand never beeped my phone again nor signaled a clue of her existence.
Oneday, when he was busy ironing my uniforms, I saw his body bag widely opened on my couch. I never did imagine that he belongs to a group of golden spooned kids. I saw a bag of gold and silver and his bank book with an account amounting to P 9,056,009.00.
Later I felt confused, how did George have those jewelries and pretty penny? Why would a millionaire dares to keep himself in touched with a mediocre-status man? Is he a member of a syndicate? A drug pusher? A snatcher? A leader of a kidnap-for-ransome gang? What? Questions rolled my mind of which I unconsciously started probing.
He is so mysterious! I searched. I asked. I investigated. I want to dig deeper!
George according to the data that I have gathered is from Cauayan, Isabela, a son of a farmer and a vendor. I started teasing him to be with him in his journey on Saturday with an alibi of ignorance about Isabela. I pretended. And for the first time, he looked pimply into my eyes and said that I must not try to excavate his life for which I might get killed. I got pissed off and went out for a reason I did not know.
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The next morning, while I was sitting at the waiting shed of our school I received a bouquet of red and white roses with a letter saying “PEACE =D” delivered by a street child – it was from George.
Later in the evening, lights were off in my apartment when I arrived. And when I opened the lights, I was amazed because my walls were painted cool green, my Sala was reset, and my bed was turned into a family size bed. In the kitchen were candles of lit, two bottles of whisky, and inasal. George was standing in the corner semi-head bowed staring straightly into my eyes with a sharp knife in his right hand.
I was frightened by his presence and I didn’t know how to react. Then he waved up the knife and chopped the chicken. He said “Sit!” and I sat. He said “Eat!” and I ate. He said “Drink!” and I drunk. Then he renounced that he is a son of a former governor of Isabela. He added that all the credentials that I have seen were all sham. His family wants him protected after the death threats received by his relatives worse his parents, so they did such for he is only their precious son.
He hobbled closer to me and still ogling to my eyes. I felt a little consciousness and diffidence. He started quaffing the whisky all alone without using a goblet.
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We were a bit tipsy, when he opened a bottle of tequila and got a handful of salt and lemons suggesting a body shot.
I was the first one to make a nip so I planted some salt in his antebrachial and sipped. He passionately put an ample salt in my cervical and begun to contract his lips. He removed my shirt and consigned a handful salt in my thorax pouring the tequila while licking my chest.
I was drunk and couldn’t control my body. I am confused. He caressed my body, he unzipped my trousers and I felt atypical feeling of gaiety. Tears fell down from his eyes and he initiated a French kiss. I felt different and didn’t know what to do. Then he had my body at its boldness and enjoyed it.
When I was at my best consciousness, I found myself uncoated in my bed being watched by George. He opened his mouth and commenced speaking. “I have been in loved with you since the day we met at the school. I never was able to tell you because I am afraid you’d be gone from me. I am sorry if I molested your dignity.” Then he started hugging me tightly. But, he said he loves Sally.
This time my probing has ended. I was in high spirits because George finally earned strength to express what he really feels.
It took me a couple of weeks before I realized that George was inlove with me.
George then hesitated to touch me. He respected me a lot. He spoiled me.
My bestfriend fell inlove with me and I too felt a different attraction everytime when we’re together. I love my bestfriend, but we can’t be together. I love him but I am afraid. I love him but I am anxious. I want to tell George sorry too for I have impregnated Sally – the girl he loves, but the girl whom I wasn’t able to love back. George deserves Sally, because Sally on the first place was inloved with George. I want them to be married someday. . .
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There ends the journal of Dek because some pages were torn apart and stained with blood.
I was reminiscing the things that I have read when a call rose from an unknown digit. It was Sally… It was Sally informing me that before Dek died 2 years ago, Dek gave him the gift for my birthday.
I paused, and I thought of the dreams I had last night - it was true! Dek is now dead.
“Hello… Are you still there? Hey George, don’t you remember?” – Sally
“What? Did I forget something? I am not George! My name is Siam!” – Siam
“Yes you are Siam… Mr. George Siam!” – Sally
“Don’t fool with me.” - Siam
“You were with Dek the night before he died!” – Sally
“What?” – Siam
“Yes! He saved you from the pit stop abyss of death.” – Sally
“I don’t remember anything about what you’re talking about!” – Siam
“It’s because you are suffering from mild amnesia and you just woke up from your coma. You tend to forget everything that happened and then you remember it some other time.” – Sally
“But how?” – Siam
“He pushed you away from the crooked running steering wheel, when you were about to cross the street to receive his gift for your birthday, Dek’s Diary. You got your head slammed while George got hit And…” – Sally
Tooot…Tooot…Toot…
After an hour, my doorbell rung, she said she is Sally. She was wearing a bridal gown. At first, I was aloof, and afterwards she requested me to wear the Tuxedo she bought for me to escort her at the Cathedral. Then the appearance of a little boy who came out from the shining white Strada wearing a cute black suit and holding a pair of rings in a little old brown treasure box astonished me . . . he looks the same as Dek!
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“You’ll be wearing one of these rings,” said the little boy.
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