When Rain Speaks. I Shut Up.

*mobile rings*

Hello. Mamam, I want a bolero. What’s a bolero baby? I want a knitted bolero for me and the other girls for Mommy’s wedding. Melo, ano ba ang bolero? Para naman kasing alam ko, hindi ko linya yan. Yung ano, “Melo explains”.

*mobile beeps*

Yeah? Matutulog ka na? I hope we can talk about something else rather than my being a sleepyhead. I know I sleep on you more often than not, but can’t you see I’m trying to have a good talk after a long day at work.

*phone rings*

Good afternoon. Can I speak to Mr. Song? Mr. Song’s not connected with the Company anymore Ma’am, may I know who’s on the line. This is Nancy. Is your office still in Ayala. Not anymore. So where’s your office now? I’ll send proposals for properties for sale. For sale? I’m sorry, but I can’t give you the Company’s details unless you’re a fully known contact for the company. “Bah! If I know you’ll just distract us with your stupid proposals again.”

*back tap*

What are you doing? Obviously, I’m preparing the Business Plan for a 50-Seats Call Center and the Nickel Project for Zambales Site. Extremes right? Extremes? Yeah, two totally different projects. I hope this time one of this will really be done. “Back off! It’s just me who’s doing all the work in this office.”

*local phone rings*

Good Afternoon. Snack time. Thank you. “Oh please, not another tuna or ham sandwich again. I love the blended iced tea with lemon.”

*next morning*

I’m late. And so? Why are you late? I’m not feeling well Sir. I’m sorry. It’s ok. “Yeah. I know you prefer me coming late to work rather than be absent. Thank you.”