Silid (Part 2)

Andito parin ako naiwan mag-isa sa kwartong tinawag nating atin. Pinipigilan kong huminga para hindi mawala ang amoy na iniwan mo. Naririnig ko pa ang iyong boses na tumataginting sa mga pader. Kaya tinatawag kita.

Tinatawag kita. Binibigkas ang pangalan mo ng paulit-ulit. Nagbabakasakaling nakasandal ka lang sa pinto at naririnig mo parin ako. Nagbabakasakaling sumagot ka sa iyak ko.

“Naririning kita. Tahan na. Di mo kailangan sumigaw. Sa tagal-tagal nating magkasama, memoryado ko ang tinig mo. Andito lang ako. Andito lang ako sa labas, naghihintay sayo.”

“Patawad. Patawarin mo sana ako. Alam kong kaya mo akong mawala sa buhay mo, pero ayokong mawala ka sakin. Huwag kang magpaalam. Magpaalam. Patawad.”

Ngunit ang tanging nakakarinig sakin ay ang bintilador sa ating kisame. Nagbabakasaling maipasa ng hangin ang mensahe ko para sayo. Nagbabakasakaling marinig mo pa ang mga salitang dapat sinabi ko noon pa – Noong andito ka pa.

Silid (Part 2)

Silid (Part 1)

“Hello. Nakausap mo na ba?”

Ito ang unang bumati sa akin nang sinagot ko ang tawag sa aking telepono. Pinilit kong sinilip ang orasan sa aking kwarto: 6:05AM.

“Uy ano? Nakausap mo na ba?” Tinanong niya ulit ako, ngulit wala parin akong masagot. Dahan-dahan akong umupo sa kinahihigaan ko para tingnan ang kabilang bahagi ng kama. Mukhang maayos. Masyadong maayos; na para bang may taong gumugol ng oras para itiklop at ituwid ang bawat gusot; na para bang wala pa ni kailanmang humiga sa bahaging iyon ng kama”.

“Uy… Ano na?”

“Nakaalis na siya…” Iyan lang ang nasabi ko. Narinig ko ang kanyang malalim na hininga sa kabilang linya. Hindi ko alam kung naintindihan niya ang lungkot sa aking boses. Tumitig na lang ako sa patay na telebisyon.

“Alam mo, maayos niyo naman ‘yang problema ninyo eh. Basta kausapin mo siya. Huwag ka nang magtago ng nararamdaman mo kasi dapat sinasabi mo talaga ‘yan sa kanya. Alam mo naman iyon eh, ipa-intindi mo lang. Sa tingin ko maliit lang naman na problema ‘yan eh. Nalagpasan ninyo nga ang mga mas malalaking…”

Ngunit hindi pa rin ako makapagsalita. Hindi na ako makapag-isip. Hindi ko masabing iba ito. Iba na ngayon. Dahan-dahang gumala ang aking paningin sa mga nawawala sa kwarto. Kulang na ang mga nakahilerang sapatos sa may pintuan. Mag-isa na lang ang naghihintay na pares ng tsinelas sa labas. Wala na ang mga paborito mong hikaw na tinatago mo sa ilalim ng iyong unan. Wala nang nakakalat sa aking mesa kung hindi ang iniwan mong susi ng ating silid. Aking silid.



“Hello? Nakikinig ka pa ba? Sige ka. ‘Pag hindi ka nagsalita, iiwan ka niyan. Balitaan mo na lang ako, ha? Bye.”



Pinutol na niya ang tawag at ako’y naiwang pinapanood ang kwarto kong kulang-kulang na.

Kulang ka.

Silid (Part 1)

Ciudad

EXT. SIDEWALK – DAY.

We hear his phone beep. He takes out his phone from his front pocket and opens the text. “I HATE YOU,” it said. He rolls his eyes as he brings out a pack of cigarette and puts a stick in his mouth, lits it. He connects his neon green earphones to his phone before he pockets it again. We hear the steady beat of the bass starts.

“Inside your house, I feel the sunshine…”

We see a girl’s hand quickly stealing the stick from his mouth.We see Judith looking at us, looking mad and disgusted, and she tries to hold her laugh.

She takes the cigar and blows a puff, then throws it away. She grabs him by the hand. They run.

EXT. PEDESTRAIN LANE. – Continuous.

They come to a halt because of a stoplight; They catch their breath while waiting.

We see the stoplight counting down to 3… Close up of her eyes. 2. Close up of his eyes… 1. They run.

They run, hand in hand towards us. They run fast against the hectic crowd, towards the populated train station.

INT. TRAIN. – Continuous.

When they’re inside the train, she takes one of his earphones and wears it.

“Heart attack, it will be gone. If we just get along.”

She nods her head to the beat and starts dancing. But she gets wilder, dancing like a crazy person with no grace. She grabs both of his arms and makes him dance, as crazy as she does. He dances with her, the crowd looks but seems uninterested. The train stops at their station and they run again.

INT. BEDROOM. – Magic hour

We see them enter his bedroom. They look at each other, Judith lets go of his hand. She takes off her earphone and makes him wear it again.

“In your house, dark sets in around.”

He properly drops his bag to his chair as she circles his room in the background. She looks at his desk, full of books, papers, and other stuff from school. Judith looks at him, gives him a wry smile and nods. She pushes everything off the table. She tears of the reviewers he made full of highlight. Judith looks at the calendar marked of deadlines. She grabs a Sharpie and starts doodling Spongebob on it. He just watches in disbelief. She realizes he is looking, and hands him the Sharpie instead.

He looks puzzled. He laughs and starts doodling a Patrick.

He starts to tear off things off his wall as well – things that made him feel cornered in a world he does not want to belong to. He threw things out the window – things he knew he wanted to let go of but never did. He grabs his butterfly knife and slowly walks towards Judith.

She was busy doodling, sitting on the edge of his bed. We see the sudden gush of terror in her eyes when she lays eyes on what he is holding. She backs away as he lifts the knife – and starts stabbing his pillows. We see her laugh in relief. She stands on the bed and grabs the pillows, tearing it even wider, pouring the feathers all over the bed. They make a mess in the room and they seem happy.

They both fall tired to the bed, lying beside each other.

Judith suddenly climbs on top of him. She smiles.

She leans closer to his ear and we see her mouth the last lyrics of the song.

“There’s a lonely road to Sunday night.”

[Music stops]

We see him looking surprised. From his point of view, we see the bedroom ceiling.

He realizes Judith isn’t there at all. He sits up. He takes his earphones off and we hear ambient sounds. He looks around the room – all tidy and in order.

THE END.

 

 

 

Ciudad