*Note this story is in Ilocano

Ti Babai a Nakamangisit

“Saanmo a pulos a maala dagitoy agingga a dika agsimbeng,” kinuna ni Mimi kabayatan ti panangalana iti tulbekko.

Kanayonko nga ibaga kaniada nga nasayaatakon; nagbyaheak metten  iti nakarkaro pay a kasasaad; ket ti balayko sangapulo a minutos laeng ti kaadayona; kaskarina met a madisgrasyaak. Saanda a dumngeg ket adda bassit a parte ti bagik  ti agyaman gapu iti kaadda ti gagayyemko a kas kaniada, ngem dakdakkel ti parte ti bagik ti masuron gapu ta masapul a magnaak  nga agawid iti katengngaan ti rabii.

Indiaya da Jherick ken Deng ti panangkuyogda  kaniak sumagmamano a bloke agingga iti balayko, ngem ti nabartek a pasetko ti mangibaga nga umatrasda laengen, nupay iti nalawlawag a wagas. Diak ammo no apay a kastoyak, diak koma idurduron nga umadayo dagiti pagayamko nangnangruna ita.

Manipud idi nagsinakami kenni  Grace, kanayonnakon nga umin-inom ken maysaak a napeklan a langgong  iti sinuman nga aggandat a makisarita kaniak. Kayatdak a tulungan  ngem saan a maikari ti lalaki a kas kaniak a laplapdanna ti pannakipagayamda.

Nangnangruna kenni Mimi, ti nasam-it, napintas a Mimi.

Manipud iti suli ti matak, nakitak manen isuna. Siguro nabartekak la ngamin. Ti babai a nakamangisit ket mangbuybuya iti amin a kinadaksanggasatko, kasla koma naindaniwan ngem makapasuron unay.

“Naragsak ka kadi itan? Maragsakanka a mangbuybuya ti panagsagsagabak?”

Ti al-alia ket nakamattider iti sirok ti poste ti silaw, saan nga aggargaraw. Awanen ti sabali pay a namnamaek. Manipud idi nakisinaak, kadarato a makitak isuna iti  naladaw a rabii, iti batog ti maysa a poste ti silaw.

Iti daytoy a kanito, nabartekak unayen tapno  mangikankanoak pay, timmaraynak iti ayanna a makalulua.

“Apay nga pinanawannak isuna?”

Ginammatak ti nangisit a badona ket nagsanod. Daytoy ti umuna a reaksion a naalak kaniana. Pagammuan ta agtakder ti atiddog a buokna. Napasanudak ket dagus a namunawanak.

Ania ti pampanunotek? No aniaman daytoy ket saan a mannakigayyem. Inurnongko amin a riknak saak impan ti amin a kabaelak a tumaray iti adayo. Nabaelak ti makaadayo a dagus idi madlawko nga awan sumursurot kaniak.

Adda laeng a nakatakder a mangmatmatmat kaniak.

No aniaman isuna ket awan kaipapananna.  Ad-adu ti importante a panunotek. Nagawidak ket nakaturog a mangtagtagainep kadagiti babbai iti biagko.

Mimi. Grace. Ti Babai a nakamangisit

Nagbalinda a maymaysa a ladawan a kayatko a gaw-aten ngem adayo unay.

Nagkuringring ti alarm ko ken nariknak a kasla bumtak ti ulok. Napanak iti banyo tapno agdiram-os ket nalagipko nga adda gayam kenni Mimi ti tulbek ko.

Uray ta adda rason tapno makasaritak isuna.

Rimmuarak iti balayko ket uraynak la nakariaw. Nasikkarodko ti sintas ti sapatosko ket naidaramudomak iti daga.

Adda pay laeng ti babai a nakamangisit.

Kasla saan nga aggargaraw, ket manipud idi rabii, diak gagaran ti makiringgor kaniana iti mabiit. Linissiak ti mangmatmat kaniana ket nagluganak iti dyip a mapan iti balay ni Mimi.

Pinagunik ti doorbell ni Mimi saak kimmita iti arubayan. Adda ti babai a nakamangisit a mangsursurot kaniak. Adda isuna iti bangir a kalsada a mangkitkita kaniak. Diak ammo no ania ti kayatna ngem ad-adu ti banag a pakaseknak.

Kasapulan a maammuan ni Mimi ti kaririknak.

Inlukatna ti ridaw, dagiti naalumanay nga imana ken ti  naragsak nga isemna ti nangkablaaw kaniak.

Ney, adda met gayam nakapanunot a bumangon,” kinunana. Isalakannak ti Dios iti dayta nga isem.

“Mimi, mabalinta ti agsarita?

“No maipanggep iti tulbek, intedko kenni Jherick. Umayna koma idagas didiay balaymo inton pangngaldaw.

“Saan a dayta ti gapuna. Mabalinak a sumrek?” Nangrugi nga agling-et ti dakulapko ken umirteng ti panagangesko, ngem naladawen nga agsanudak pay.

Sige, ania kadi dayta? Inturongnakami iti naulimek a parte ti balayda ket imbagakon ti amin.

No kasano a saanak pay a nakaam-ammo ti maysa a balasang a kas katan-ok na. No kasano nga uray no addaak iti denna ni Grace , isuna ti pampanunotek ket pagpagarupen dagiti ania koma. No kasano nga ita ta agpadakamin a single ket mabalin nga ikkan ti bagimi ti gundaway.

Kasla nakigtot ngem saan a nasdaaw.

“Ron, addan  kasarsarakko.”

Iti dayta a kanito, narba ti lubongko.  Imbagak kaniana nga nasyaatak, ken no mabalin ket saanen a madakdakamat pay daydiay.

“Sapay koma ta naragsak kayo a dua,” nabaelak nga imbaga iti baet dagiti luak.

“Ni Jherick.”

Kasla naipana ti saem a nangsarut iti pusok. Saan pay kadi nga umanay a ti babai nga ay-ayatek ket saan a mabalin a makadennak, ngem isuna ket kaddua ti nasinged a pagayamko? Kasla nadagsen unayen.

Dinarasko ti rimmuar iti balay nga saan a timmaltaliaw. Nakakitaak ti naulimek nga eskinita nga nangipennekak ti nagsangit ngem nakitak manen isuna.

Ti babai a nakamangisit.

Siguro ket nagbuybuya lattan. Sige, no pagragsakanna ti mabuyana. Daytoy ti biagko itan, nasugatan a puso nga aggandat nga agpakalalaki.

Saan. Saan koma a kastoy ti pagpatinggaan ti amin.

Nagtakderak ket inummongko ti amin a tured. Agsubliak ket kasaritak ni Mimi.Siguro, makaibalikasak iti makapagbalbaliw iti kapanunutanna. Masapul nga adda wagas tapno dakami ti agkatuluyan.

Dinarasko ti nanglasat iti kalsada a mapan iti balayna.

Nalabit,  no naan-annadak, napakadaak koma ti kotse a sumabet kaniak.

Ti maudi a nakitak ket ti babai a nakamangisit, umis -isem.

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English Version

Jherick and Deng offer to walk me a few blocks to my house but the drunk in me tells them to back off, though in a more explicit way. I don’t know why I’m like this, I shouldn’t be pushing my friends away especially now.

Ever since Grace and I broke up all I’ve been doing is drinking and being a complete ass to anyone that tried to talk to me. Everyone’s been so supportive and they don’t deserve a guy like me fighting off their friendship.

Especially Mimi, sweet, beautiful Mimi.

Out of the corner of my eye I see her again. I guess I’m just that drunk. The lady in black watching over all my misfortune, it would be poetic if it wasn’t so damn annoying.

“Are you happy now?! Do you enjoy watching me suffer?!”
The apparition stands still under the light post, unmoving. I didn’t expect anything more. Ever since my breakup I’ve been seeing her late at night, always under some sort of lamp post.
This time I’m too drunk to care, I run up to her with tears in my eyes.

“Why did she have to leave me?!”

I grab her black dress and she steps back. The first reaction I’ve ever gotten from her. Suddenly her long hair stands on end. I instinctively back away and in that moment I sober up.
What was I thinking? Whatever this is can’t be friendly. I gather my senses and run as far away as I possibly can. I manage to get a running start before I notice that I’m not being followed.

She’s just standing there looking at me.

Whatever she is it doesn’t matter. I have more important things to think about. I head home and fall asleep dreaming of the women in my life.

Mimi. Grace. The Woman in Black.

All of them form into one figure that I try to reach, but she’s so far away.

My alarm rings and my head is splitting from the hangover. I go to the bathroom to wash my face and remember that Mimi still has my keys.

At least I’ll have a reason to talk to her.

I walk outside my house and almost shout. I trip on my own shoelaces and fall to the ground.

The woman in black is still there.

She doesn’t seem to be moving and after last night I don’t think I’ll be confronting her anytime soon. I avoid looking at her and make my way to the jeep to go to Mimi’s house.

I ring Mimi’s doorbell and look around. The lady in black is following me. She’s a street away and staring in my direction. I don’t know what she wants but right now there are more pressing matters.

Mimi needs to know how I feel about her.

She opens the door, her gentle hands and radiant smile greeting me.

“Well it looks like someone finally got up,” she says. God save me from that smile.

“Mimi, can we talk?”

“If it’s about your keys I gave them to Jherick. He’s supposed to drop them by your house at lunch time.”

“No it’s not about that. Can I go in?” My palms start to sweat and it gets hard to breathe, but it’s too late to go back now.
“Of course, what is it?” She leads us to a quiet place in their house and I tell her everything.

How I’ve never met any girl as amazing as her. How even when I was with Grace I would think about her and wonder what if. How now that we’re both single maybe we could give it a chance.

She looks shocked but not surprised.

“Ron, I’m seeing someone.”

And in that moment my universe collapsed. I tell her it’s fine, to just not mention it anymore.

“I hope you two are happy,” I manage to say in between my tears.

“It’s Jherick.”

A shooting pain goes through my heart. It wasn’t enough that the girl I loved couldn’t be with me, but her together with my best friend? It was almost too much.

I rush out of the house without looking back. I find a quiet alleyway to let my tears loose and I see her.

The lady in black.

She was probably watching the whole time. Well she can enjoy the show. This is my life now, a broken heart trying to be a man.

No. This can’t be how it ends.

I stand and muster all the courage I have to go back and talk to Mimi. Maybe I can say something that would change her mind. There has to be a way we could be together.
I rush through the streets to her house.

Maybe if I was more careful I would have seen the car coming towards me.

The last thing I see is the lady in black, smiling.

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*Ilocano is the third most-spoken local language of the Philippines.An Austronesian language, it is related to such languages as Malay (Indonesian and Malaysian), Tetum, Chamorro, Fijian, Maori, Hawaiian, Samoan, Tahitian, Paiwan and Malagasy. It is closely related to some of the other Austronesian languages of Northern Luzon, and has slight mutual intelligibility with the Balangao language and the eastern dialects of the Bontoc language.

Written by Karl Gaverza
Ilocano translation by Maria Jesusa Villaruz
Copyright © Karl Gaverza
Translation Copyright © Maria Jesusa Villaruz

Inspired by a story told by Harold Juab

Illustration by likhatsining

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*Note this story is in Tagalog

“Hindi mo ‘to makukuha hangga’t ‘di ka bumabalik sa katinuan,” iyan ang sinabi ni Mimi nang kunin niya ang susi ko.

Pilit kong sinasabi sa kanila na ayos lang ako at kaya kong magmaneho kahit pa nakainom. Isa pa, sampung minuto lang din ang layo ng bahay ko kaya hindi ako maaaksidente. Pero ayaw nilang makinig. May parte sa akin na nagpapasalamat dahil may mga kaibigan akong gaya nila, pero mas naiinis ako ngayon dahil kailangan kong maglakad pauwi sa kalaliman ng gabi.

Nagpresenta sina Jherick at Deng na samahan akong maglakad ilang kanto ang layo sa bahay ko, pero dahil sa kalasingan ay sinabi kong layuan nila ako. Hindi ko alam kung bakit ganito ako, hindi ko dapat itinataboy ang mga kaibigan ko lalo na ngayon.

Mula nang maghiwalay kami ni Grace, puro paglalasing na ang inaatupag ko at pinagtatabuyan ang sino mang magtatangkang kausapin ako. Hindi nawala ang suporta sa akin ng mga kaibigan ko pero heto ako at sinisira ang pagkakaibigan namin. Hindi ako karapat-dapat sa kanila.

Lalo na kay Mimi, ang pinakamamahal kong si Mimi.

Sa gilid ng mata ko ay nakita ko ulit siya, mukhang hindi ganoon kalakas ang tama ko. Pinagmamasdan ng babaeng nakaitim ang lahat ng kamalasan ko, kakatwang karanasan na sana kung hindi lang sobrang nakakaasar.

“Masaya ka na ba? Natutuwa ka bang makita na miserable ako ngayon?”

Ang multo ay nakatayo lang sa ilalim ng poste ng ilaw, hindi gumagalaw. Hindi na ako umaasang gagalaw siya. Mula nang maghiwalay kami ni Grace ay lagi ko na siyang nakikita tuwing hatinggabi, nakatayo lang sa ilalim ng poste ng ilaw.

Dahil sa kalasingan ay basta-basta na lang akong tumakbo sa kaniya habang umiiyak.

“Bakit kailangan niya akong iwan?”

Hinablot ko ang itim niyang bestida kaya napaatras siya. Iyon ang unang reaksyon na nakita ko sa kaniya. Bigla rin akong napaatras at tila nawala ang kalasingan nang makitang umangat ang dulo ng mahaba niyang buhok.

Ano bang iniisip ko? Kahit anong nilalang pa ito ay siguradong mapanganib ito. Napabalik ako sa katinuan at tumakbo nang mabilis. Malayo-layo na rin ang tinakbo ko nang mapansin kong hindi niya ako sinusundan.

Nakatayo lang siya roon at nakatingin sa akin.

Hindi na mahalaga kung ano pa siya, may mas importanteng bagay akong kailangang isipin. Nakauwi ako at mabilis na nakatulog. Napaginipan ko ang mga babae sa buhay ko.

Si Mimi. Si Grace. Ang babaeng nakaitim.

Lahat sila ay pinipilit kong abutin pero sobrang layo nila.

Ginising ako ng alarm ko at naramdaman kong parang binibiyak ang ulo ko dahil sa hangover. Nagpunta ako sa banyo para maghilamos at biglang naalalang na kay Mimi pa rin ang susi ko.

Ayos na rin, may dahilan ako para kausapin siya.

Lumabas ako ng bahay at halos mapasigaw ako. Napatid ako sa sintas ng sapatos ko kaya bumagsak ako sa lupa.

Nandoon pa rin ang babaeng nakaitim.

Mukhang hindi siya umalis sa puwesto niya. Pagkatapos ng nangyari kagabi, wala na akong balak lapitan siya ulit. Iniwasan ko siyang tignan at sumakay na sa dyip papunta sa bahay ni Mimi.

Pinindot ko ang doorbell ng bahay ni Mimi at nagpalinga-linga. Sinusundan ako ng babaeng nakaitim. Isang kalye ang layo niya sa akin at nakatingin lang sa direksyon ko. Wala akong pakialam kung ano ang gusto niya, may mas mahalagang bagay na kailangan kong harapin.

Kailangang malaman ni Mimi ang nararamdaman ko para sa kaniya.

Bumukas ang pinto at sinalubong ako ng malambot na kamay at matamis na ngiti ni Mimi.

“Mukhang may hindi na lasing, a,” sabi niya. Iligtas ako nawa ng diyos sa mga ngiti niya.

“Mimi, puwede ba tayong mag-usap?”

“Kung tungkol sa susi mo, binigay ko kay Jherick. Pupuntahan ka niya sa bahay mo mamayang tanghali.”

“Hindi iyon. Puwede ba akong pumasok?” Nagsimula nang magpawis ang mga palad ko at nahihirapan akong huminga, pero wala nang atrasan ‘to.

“Oo naman, ano ba ‘yon?” Dinala niya ako sa tahimik na parte ng bahay nila. Doon ay sinabi ko sa kaniya ang lahat.

Kung paanong wala pa akong nakikilalang babae na gaya niya. Kung paanong kahit kami pa noon ni Grace ay hindi ko maiwasang isipin na baka sakaling puwedeng maging kami. At ngayon na pareho kaming single ay baka puwede naming subukan.

Nabigla siya pero mukhang hindi nagulat.

“May boyfriend na ako, Ron.”

Sa sandali ring iyon ay tila gumuho ang mundo ko. Sinabi ko sa kaniya na ayos lang at kalimutan na lang niya ang sinabi ko.

“Sana maging masaya kayong dalawa,” sabi ko sa pagitan ng pag-iyak.

“Si Jherick.”

Parang sinaksak ang puso ko. Hindi pa ba sapat na hindi magiging kami ang babaeng mahal ko, at kailangang best friend ko pa ang mahalin niya? Sobra naman yata ‘yon.

Nagmamadali akong lumabas ng bahay nang hindi lumilingon. Nakarating ako sa isang tahimik na eskinita at hinayaan ang sarili ko na umiyak. Nakita ko ulit siya.

Ang babaeng nakaitim.

Siguro ay napanood niya ang lahat. Sige lang, maglibang lang siya sa panonood. Ito na ang buhay ko ngayon, isa akong wasak na pusong sinusubukang maging tao.

Hindi. Hindi dapat ganito ang kahinatnan ng lahat.

Tumayo ako at inipon ang natitirang lakas ng loob para bumalik at kausapin si Mimi. Baka may puwede akong sabihin para magbago ang isip niya. Baka may paraan para magsama kami.

Nagmamadali akong tumawid sa kalsada papunta sa bahay nila Mimi.

Kung naging mas maingat lang ako ay baka napansin ko ang kotse na papalapit sa akin.

Ang huli kong nakita ay ang babaeng nakaitim, nakangiti ito sa akin.

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English Version

“You’re not going to get these back until you’re sober,” that’s what Mimi said as she took my keys.

I keep telling them I’m okay, I’ve driven under worse conditions anyway, besides my house is just 10 minutes away, there’s no way I could get into an accident. They don’t listen and a small part of me is thankful I have friends like those, but a bigger part of me is annoyed that he has to walk home in the middle of the night.

Jherick and Deng offer to walk me a few blocks to my house but the drunk in me tells them to back off, though in a more explicit way. I don’t know why I’m like this, I shouldn’t be pushing my friends away especially now.

Ever since Grace and I broke up all I’ve been doing is drinking and being a complete ass to anyone that tried to talk to me. Everyone’s been so supportive and they don’t deserve a guy like me fighting off their friendship.

Especially Mimi, sweet, beautiful Mimi.

Out of the corner of my eye I see her again. I guess I’m just that drunk. The lady in black watching over all my misfortune, it would be poetic if it wasn’t so damn annoying.

“Are you happy now?! Do you enjoy watching me suffer?!”
The apparition stands still under the light post, unmoving. I didn’t expect anything more. Ever since my breakup I’ve been seeing her late at night, always under some sort of lamp post.
This time I’m too drunk to care, I run up to her with tears in my eyes.

“Why did she have to leave me?!”

I grab her black dress and she steps back. The first reaction I’ve ever gotten from her. Suddenly her long hair stands on end. I instinctively back away and in that moment I sober up.
What was I thinking? Whatever this is can’t be friendly. I gather my senses and run as far away as I possibly can. I manage to get a running start before I notice that I’m not being followed.

She’s just standing there looking at me.

Whatever she is it doesn’t matter. I have more important things to think about. I head home and fall asleep dreaming of the women in my life.

Mimi. Grace. The Woman in Black.

All of them form into one figure that I try to reach, but she’s so far away.

My alarm rings and my head is splitting from the hangover. I go to the bathroom to wash my face and remember that Mimi still has my keys.

At least I’ll have a reason to talk to her.

I walk outside my house and almost shout. I trip on my own shoelaces and fall to the ground.

The woman in black is still there.

She doesn’t seem to be moving and after last night I don’t think I’ll be confronting her anytime soon. I avoid looking at her and make my way to the jeep to go to Mimi’s house.

I ring Mimi’s doorbell and look around. The lady in black is following me. She’s a street away and staring in my direction. I don’t know what she wants but right now there are more pressing matters.

Mimi needs to know how I feel about her.

She opens the door, her gentle hands and radiant smile greeting me.

“Well it looks like someone finally got up,” she says. God save me from that smile.

“Mimi, can we talk?”

“If it’s about your keys I gave them to Jherick. He’s supposed to drop them by your house at lunch time.”

“No it’s not about that. Can I go in?” My palms start to sweat and it gets hard to breathe, but it’s too late to go back now.
“Of course, what is it?” She leads us to a quiet place in their house and I tell her everything.

How I’ve never met any girl as amazing as her. How even when I was with Grace I would think about her and wonder what if. How now that we’re both single maybe we could give it a chance.

She looks shocked but not surprised.

“Ron, I’m seeing someone.”

And in that moment my universe collapsed. I tell her it’s fine, to just not mention it anymore.

“I hope you two are happy,” I manage to say in between my tears.

“It’s Jherick.”

A shooting pain goes through my heart. It wasn’t enough that the girl I loved couldn’t be with me, but her together with my best friend? It was almost too much.

I rush out of the house without looking back. I find a quiet alleyway to let my tears loose and I see her.

The lady in black.

She was probably watching the whole time. Well she can enjoy the show. This is my life now, a broken heart trying to be a man.

No. This can’t be how it ends.

I stand and muster all the courage I have to go back and talk to Mimi. Maybe I can say something that would change her mind. There has to be a way we could be together.
I rush through the streets to her house.

Maybe if I was more careful I would have seen the car coming towards me.

The last thing I see is the lady in black, smiling.

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*Tagalog is an Austronesian language spoken as a first language by a quarter of the population of the Philippines and as a second language by the majority. Its standardized form, officially named Filipino, is the national language of the Philippines, and is one of two official languages alongside English.

Written by Karl Gaverza

Translation by Raquel Jacinto Pombo
Copyright © Karl Gaverza

Translation Copyright © Raquel Jacinto Pombo

Inspired by a story told by Harold Juab

Illustration by likhatsining

Deviant Art: https://likhatsining.deviantart.com/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/likhatsining/

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*Note this story is in Bicol-Legazpi

“Dai mo ini makukua sagkod bako ka ubat.” iyo ini an pigsabi sako ni Mimi kan kinua niya an liyabi ko.

Nakapirang beses na akong nagtaram sa inda na okay lang ako, naka-maneho ngani ako sa mas maraut pang kondisyon saka para diyes minutos ang harayo kan sakong harong, kaniguan man na madisgrasya pa ako. Pero dai sinda nagdangog, sadit na parte kan sadiri ko an nagpapasalamat na may mga amigo akong arog ninda, pero an mas dakulang parte iyo an nauuyam ta kaipuhan kong maglakaw sa katahawan nin banggi.

Nagpresentar si Jherick asin Deng na ihatod ako pauli, pero an buyong na ako tinaraman sinda na dai na sa malain na paagi. Dai ko aram kun nata arog ako kaini, dai ko dapat tinutuklang paharayo an sakong mga amigo lalo na ngonyan.

Poon kan nagbulagan kami ni Grace, sige ko na sana an inom asin aburido sa maski sisay man na muya maki-istorya sako. Gabos sinda tigsusuportahan ako pero tigkokontra ko sinda, bako ako dapat sa saindang pagmakulog.

Lalo na kay Mimi, an malanyag asin magayon na si Mimi.

Sa gilid kan sakong mata, nahiling ko na naman siya. Talagang buyong gayod ako. An babaying nakaitom na pigmamasdan ang sakong mga kadimalasan, puwede na kutang pantula kun bako sana makauyam.

“Ano, maugma ka na?! Nauugma ka na nahihiling mo akong nagsasakit?!”

An aparisyon dai lamang naghiro sa irarom kan poste nin ilaw. Dai naman ako nagpinsar nin ano pa man. Poon kan pagsuwayan mi, nahihiling ko na ini lalo na pag hararom na ang banggi, pirming  nasa irarom nin maski anong poste nin ilaw.

Sa kabuyongan ko, wara na akong pakiaram sa mga oras ini. Nagdalagan ako pasiring sa iya na may luha sa sakong mga mata

“Nata kaipuhan niya akong bayaan?!”

Hinakbot ko ang saiyang itom na bado, uminatras ini. Iyo ang inot na reaksyon na nakua ko hali digdi. Biglang nag-tirindog ang saiyang halabang buhok. Tulos na napaatras man ako asin an sakong kabuyongan nawara.

Ano man daw ang naglaog sa payo ko? Kun ano man ini, bako ini marhay. Pinirit kong magbalik sa huwisyo asin magdalagan paharayo digdi. Nakakaharayo na ako sa pagdalagan kan mamalisyahan kong  dai man ki nagsusunod sako.

Siya nakatindog man giraray duman, pighihiling sana ako.

Kun ano man siya, bako na ito importante. May mga  bagay na mas dapat kong inoton na isipon. Nag-uli na ako, nagkaturog asin nangiturogan kan mga babayi sa buhay ko.

Si Mimi. Si Grace. Ang babaying nakaitom.

Gabos sinda nagbiyo sa sarong pigura na pigbalo kong abuton pero harayuon na siya sako.

An sakong alarm nag-ribok, an payo ko garu mabuhang unong kan hangover. Nagsa-banyo  ako para maglabar. Narumduman ko na niyaon pa palan kay Mimi an sakong  liyabe.

May rason na ako na kaistoryahon siya.

Naglalakaw na ako sa luwas kan sakong harong kan diit pa akong makasuriyaw. Nasingkog pa ako kan sadiri kong sintas asin nadasmag sa daga.

Ang babaying nakaitom ituon pa nanggad!

Dai ini naghihiro pero pagkatapos kan mga nangyari kasubanggi,wara akong kusog nin boot na komprontahun ini. Dai ko ini hiniling asin nagdiretsong magsakay sa jeep paduman sa harong nira Mimi.

Tigpindot ko ang doorbell nira Mimi asin pighiling ko ang palibot. Pigsusunod ako kan babaying nakaitom. Sarong tinampo na sana ini asin nakahiling sa direksyon ko. Dai ko aram kung anong kaipuhan kaini pero sa ngonyan mas may importanteng bagay na dapat inoton.

Kaipuhan ni Mimi na maaraman kun ano namamatian ko para saiya.

Binukasan niya ang pinto, an saiyang magayang-gayang ulok iyo an nagsabat sako.

“Nom? Garu ubat na ah.” sabi niya. Dios ko, isalbar Nindo ako sa ulok  niya.

“Mimi, puwede ba kitang magistoryahan?”

“Kung unong duman sa liyabe mo, tinao ko ito kay Jherick. Ihapit niya daa duman sa indo diyan na udto.”

“Bako ini unong duman. Puwede maglaog?” ang sakong palad nagpoon ng pagdaplosun asin naging mapagal an paghangos ko, pero dai na ako puwedeng umatras pa.

“Dagos na, ano ito?” Dinara niya ako sa silensyong parte kan saindang harong asin duman nagtuga ako saiya kan gabos.

Kun panong dai pa ako nakamidbid nin babaying arug niya. Kung panong maski kaiba ko si Grace, siya ang nasa utak ko, pig-iisip an mga posibilidad na puwedeng mangyari samo. Kun panong pareho kaming warang ka-trato sa ngonyan na baka puwede ming tawan nin panahon ang kada saro

Medyo nabigla ini pero dai man nakigkig.

“Ron, igwa na ako.”

Kan mga oras na ito, garo ako binagsakan nin mundo. Sinabi ko saiya na okay lang, na dai mina lang ini pagistoryahan maski nuarin.

“Sana maging maogma kamong duwa.” nasabi ko sa tahaw kan mga luha ko.

“Si Jherick ito.”

Garu ginurumos sa kulog ang sakong puso. Dai ko na ngani makakaibahan su babaying namomotan ko, tapos ngonyan sinda pa kan sakong pinakaamigo? Grabe. Grabeng kulog ang namatian ko

Ruminabas ako paluwas sa harong, ni dai na ako naghiling-balik. Nakahanap ako nin sadit na iskinita kun sain digdi ko pinabulos an sakong mga luha kan nahiling ko siya.

An babaying nakaitom.

Siguro sa bilog na oras, pighihiling niya an gabos na pangyayari. Mag-ugma na siya kun ano man ang nahiling niya. Iyo na ini ang buhay ko ngonyan, sarong pasang puso na nagpapakatawo na sana.

Dai. Dai ini puwedeng matapos lang nin arog kaini.

Nagbuhat ako asin nagtipon nin kusog ki boot, kaipohan kong magbalik asin kaistoryahon giraray si Mimi. Baka may maitaram ako na makapabago kan saiyang isip.  Dapat magkaigwa nin paagi na kami an magkaibahan.

Nagdalagan ako sa tinampo pabalik sa harong niya.

Siguro kun mas naging maingat ako, nahiling ko kuta an sakayan na padangadang sako.

An babaying nakaitom, nakaulok. Ini iyo an hudyan na nahiling kan sakong mga mata.

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“You’re not going to get these back until you’re sober,” that’s what Mimi said as she took my keys.

I keep telling them I’m okay, I’ve driven under worse conditions anyway, besides my house is just 10 minutes away, there’s no way I could get into an accident. They don’t listen and a small part of me is thankful I have friends like those, but a bigger part of me is annoyed that he has to walk home in the middle of the night.

Jherick and Deng offer to walk me a few blocks to my house but the drunk in me tells them to back off, though in a more explicit way. I don’t know why I’m like this, I shouldn’t be pushing my friends away especially now.

Ever since Grace and I broke up all I’ve been doing is drinking and being a complete ass to anyone that tried to talk to me. Everyone’s been so supportive and they don’t deserve a guy like me fighting off their friendship.

Especially Mimi, sweet, beautiful Mimi.

Out of the corner of my eye I see her again. I guess I’m just that drunk. The lady in black watching over all my misfortune, it would be poetic if it wasn’t so damn annoying.

“Are you happy now?! Do you enjoy watching me suffer?!”
The apparition stands still under the light post, unmoving. I didn’t expect anything more. Ever since my breakup I’ve been seeing her late at night, always under some sort of lamp post.
This time I’m too drunk to care, I run up to her with tears in my eyes.

“Why did she have to leave me?!”

I grab her black dress and she steps back. The first reaction I’ve ever gotten from her. Suddenly her long hair stands on end. I instinctively back away and in that moment I sober up.
What was I thinking? Whatever this is can’t be friendly. I gather my senses and run as far away as I possibly can. I manage to get a running start before I notice that I’m not being followed.

She’s just standing there looking at me.

Whatever she is it doesn’t matter. I have more important things to think about. I head home and fall asleep dreaming of the women in my life.

Mimi. Grace. The Woman in Black.

All of them form into one figure that I try to reach, but she’s so far away.

My alarm rings and my head is splitting from the hangover. I go to the bathroom to wash my face and remember that Mimi still has my keys.

At least I’ll have a reason to talk to her.

I walk outside my house and almost shout. I trip on my own shoelaces and fall to the ground.

The woman in black is still there.

She doesn’t seem to be moving and after last night I don’t think I’ll be confronting her anytime soon. I avoid looking at her and make my way to the jeep to go to Mimi’s house.

I ring Mimi’s doorbell and look around. The lady in black is following me. She’s a street away and staring in my direction. I don’t know what she wants but right now there are more pressing matters.

Mimi needs to know how I feel about her.

She opens the door, her gentle hands and radiant smile greeting me.

“Well it looks like someone finally got up,” she says. God save me from that smile.

“Mimi, can we talk?”

“If it’s about your keys I gave them to Jherick. He’s supposed to drop them by your house at lunch time.”

“No it’s not about that. Can I go in?” My palms start to sweat and it gets hard to breathe, but it’s too late to go back now.
“Of course, what is it?” She leads us to a quiet place in their house and I tell her everything.

How I’ve never met any girl as amazing as her. How even when I was with Grace I would think about her and wonder what if. How now that we’re both single maybe we could give it a chance.

She looks shocked but not surprised.

“Ron, I’m seeing someone.”

And in that moment my universe collapsed. I tell her it’s fine, to just not mention it anymore.

“I hope you two are happy,” I manage to say in between my tears.

“It’s Jherick.”

A shooting pain goes through my heart. It wasn’t enough that the girl I loved couldn’t be with me, but her together with my best friend? It was almost too much.

I rush out of the house without looking back. I find a quiet alleyway to let my tears loose and I see her.

The lady in black.

She was probably watching the whole time. Well she can enjoy the show. This is my life now, a broken heart trying to be a man.

No. This can’t be how it ends.

I stand and muster all the courage I have to go back and talk to Mimi. Maybe I can say something that would change her mind. There has to be a way we could be together.
I rush through the streets to her house.

Maybe if I was more careful I would have seen the car coming towards me.

The last thing I see is the lady in black, smiling.

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*The Bikol languages or Bicolano languages are a group of Central Philippine languages spoken mostly in the Bicol Peninsula in the island of Luzon, the neighboring island province of Catanduanes and the island of Burias in Masbate. There is a dialect continuum between the Visayan languages and the Bikol languages; the two together are called the Bisakol languages.

The Tabaco-Legazpi-Sorsogon (TLS) dialect is spoken in the eastern coast of Albay and the northeastern part of Sorsogon. TLS is the dialect that has been most influenced by the Inland Bikol languages.

Written by Karl Gaverza
Translation by Wella Guianan
Copyright © Karl Gaverza
Translation Copyright © Wella Guianan

Inspired by a story told by Harold Juab

Illustration by likhatsining

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“Please stop! Why are you doing this to me!”

YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID

“I don’t! I promise! Whatever I did to you I’m sorry!”

YOUR APOLOGIES DON’T MATTER PITIFUL HUMAN

“Get off me! I can’t breathe!”

THIS IS PUNISHMENT FOR YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS
“I don’t know what I did! Please just get off me!”

But no one could hear Enrico, not in the real world, at least. The entire conversation echoed endlessly through the dreamscape.

All he did was buy a new bed frame from some local artisans, nothing out of the ordinary. But the moment he slept on it she was there.

It started out innocently at first, he would see the woman in his dreams. Sometimes she would be the nurse in a hospital, other times she would cook a nice meal that his dream self would savor.

He never noticed the glint in her eye, a small, but not insignificant glimmer of rage.

This carried on for months, until the dreams became more violent.

Most of the time when something shocking happens in the dream world, you immediately get jolted awake. It’s the subconscious sparing you from having to experience the horror.

But Enrico couldn’t wake up.

The first time he was walking through a haunted house, there were screams covering the entire area, but he wasn’t scared. He thought that it was a lucid dream and that nothing could hurt him.

Walking through the tight corridors he saw what he assumed was the serial killer, a large man complete with a giant bolo knife. He tried to run away but Enrico tripped on something and he went spiraling down the stairs.

Unable to move his legs, he was at the mercy of the man with the knife. He tried to change his dream, still hoping that this was a lucid experience, but nothing worked. There was no rescue to be had. The man with the knife raised his bolo.

Enrico screamed. His right leg had been cut off below the knee. Shouts of help fell on deaf ears as the man with the knife prepared a second slash.

It took five slashes before Enrico returned to the safety of the waking world.

And all he could remember were the blood and the screams, and, of course, her.

The large woman was whispering to the man with the knife and was there for every single slash.

Enrico couldn’t forget the look in her eyes. She wanted to see him suffer.

And still, he did not know why.

The next few months were a series of nightmares and caffeine. Enrico tried to keep himself awake by any means necessary. He couldn’t handle the torture of his dreams, especially now that they were slowly becoming worse.
It didn’t even matter if he wasn’t sleeping on the bed frame anymore. No matter where he was the woman would follow him, infecting his dreams like a giant bacterium.
He was desperate for an answer so he tried asking for help.

The albularyo wasn’t what he had expected. He imagined someone older, not a skinny boy barely out of his teens. Assurances were given that Paeng (the young albularyo) was genuine enough for his needs.

As they entered the house Paeng froze. His eyes glazed over and it looked to be like he was caught in a trance.

“Where did you get that?” Paeng pointed to the bed, which could easily be seen from the corridor.

“That thing? I bought it from a woodworker,” replied Enrico.
“You have let the infestation spread,” Paeng stared into Enrico’s eyes. Jolts of electricity ran down his spine as the steely gaze peeled back the tiredness.

“What do you mean?” Enrico managed to blurt out.
“Everything has to live somewhere and all are angered when their homes are ripped from them. The tree that this bed was made from was the abode of a spirit, great and vengeful. She has since moved on from occupying this bed to permeating your entire home——”

At that moment Paeng’s legs buckled. He fell to the floor and gasped for air.

“You will not win this one, spirit,” Paeng shouted to the ceiling. He started to mutter in some unintelligible language and pointed to the bed.

“Enrico,” Paeng said. “You must sleep.”

“What! What do you mean?! Are you even alright?! It looks like you’re barely breathing,” was Enrico’s reply.

“Listen to me, this spirit brings madness through dreams, and it is only there that we can face it. Trust me. You must fall asleep on the bed, as you have many times before and face her.”

“What do you mean face her? That’s what you’re here for. I can’t do this by myself.”

“You will not be alone. Trust in me. We will face her together.”

The room was still with expectation. Enrico noticed that Paeng would clutch his chest from time to time. “Probably from the spirit,” he thought.

“And you’re certain this is the only way to be rid of her?” Enrico asked.

“Yes.” Paeng took his place by the side of the bed.
“Alright. I trust you.” After all that had happened, Enrico thought that it would be difficult getting to sleep, but months of tiredness had come to claim their due. The instant he laid his head on the pillow the jaws of sleep engulfed him.

Enrico found himself in a small room, but not alone. There she was, a corpulent mass of flesh standing in front of a door.

HUMAN THAT YOU ARE YOU THINK YOU CAN CHALLENGE ME IN MY PLACE OF POWER

His skin tensed as the vibration of her voice attacked his senses. What had he been thinking? There was no way he would be able to face this thing even with Paeng’s help. Paeng didn’t even tell him what to do, now it was just him and a very angry spirit.

“Look, can we reason this out?”

THERE IS NO REASON TO BE HAD HERE, HUMAN

“I’m sorry that they tore down your home, but I had nothing to do with that, believe me.”

YOU THINK THAT NOTHING COULD BE DONE, BUT YOU BOUGHT THE CORPSE OF MY HOME AND LAID YOUR HEAD DOWN UPON IT

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know—-”

AND IT MATTERS NOT WHAT YOU KNEW THEN, MY HOME IS BROKEN AND I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE

“Please—–”

His words were engulfed by the sprawling spirit. In an all too familiar move, the giant woman lunged forward and pressed herself against Enrico, depriving him of life-giving breath.

“So, this is how it ends,” thought Enrico. “Crushed to death in my dreams by the fattest spirit in the world.” Moments of his life flashed before him, some he now regretted and others he wished he could savor one more time.

“Bite your thumb.”

A familiar voice echoed in his ear. He couldn’t remember who it belonged to, but it was strong and imperative.

“BITE YOUR THUMB.”

Enrico did as he was told and the moment he did, he could feel the air rushing to his lungs.

He could breathe again.

It was Paeng’s voice that he heard! Young Paeng, the albularyo. Enrico awoke to find his new friend standing by the bedside with a look of relief upon his face.

“Thank you!” Was all Enrico could think to say before jumping towards Paeng and giving him a hug.

Joy overtook Enrico and if he had thought to be more mindful, he would have seen a forlorn look upon Paeng’s face.

But maybe it wouldn’t have mattered to Enrico, the spirit was gone and he would finally have a good night’s rest.
For the first time in what felt like forever things were looking bright.

Until Paeng spoke.

“Naluganan.”

“Excuse me?” Enrico was still excited by the thought of being free from his spirit tormentor.

“That is what you are now,” Paeng said.

“What do you mean, what is ‘Naluganan’?”

“It means that you can see what others cannot.”
Enrico didn’t understand what he meant.

“Look outside,” said Paeng.

In that moment the tapestry of the invisible world that surrounded all things was open to him. He saw not only the spirits of the forest, but also of those he thought long gone.

“What— How—-”

“You are now as I am,” Paeng answered.

“Is this because of the batibat?” Enrico didn’t understand how he knew the spirit’s name, the thought just came flooding to his mind.

Paeng nodded.

Enrico tried to say he wasn’t ready, that this responsibility was not for him, but the words died in his throat.

He knew fate had chosen him for some unknown reason.
And he would do his best to meet the challenge.

Written by Karl Gaverza
Copyright © Karl Gaverza

Inspired by the Ilocano Batibat myths

Illustration by likhatsining

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“You’re not going to get these back until you’re sober,” that’s what Mimi said as she took my keys.

I keep telling them I’m okay, I’ve driven under worse conditions anyway, besides my house is just 10 minutes away, there’s no way I could get into an accident. They don’t listen and a small part of me is thankful I have friends like those, but a bigger part of me is annoyed that he has to walk home in the middle of the night.

Jherick and Deng offer to walk me a few blocks to my house but the drunk in me tells them to back off, though in a more explicit way. I don’t know why I’m like this, I shouldn’t be pushing my friends away especially now.

Ever since Grace and I broke up all I’ve been doing is drinking and being a complete ass to anyone that tried to talk to me. Everyone’s been so supportive and they don’t deserve a guy like me fighting off their friendship.

Especially Mimi, sweet, beautiful Mimi.

Out of the corner of my eye I see her again. I guess I’m just that drunk. The lady in black watching over all my misfortune, it would be poetic if it wasn’t so damn annoying.

“Are you happy now?! Do you enjoy watching me suffer?!”
The apparition stands still under the light post, unmoving. I didn’t expect anything more. Ever since my breakup I’ve been seeing her late at night, always under some sort of lamp post.
This time I’m too drunk to care, I run up to her with tears in my eyes.

“Why did she have to leave me?!”

I grab her black dress and she steps back. The first reaction I’ve ever gotten from her. Suddenly her long hair stands on end. I instinctively back away and in that moment I sober up.
What was I thinking? Whatever this is can’t be friendly. I gather my senses and run as far away as I possibly can. I manage to get a running start before I notice that I’m not being followed.

She’s just standing there looking at me.

Whatever she is it doesn’t matter. I have more important things to think about. I head home and fall asleep dreaming of the women in my life.

Mimi. Grace. The Woman in Black.

All of them form into one figure that I try to reach, but she’s so far away.

My alarm rings and my head is splitting from the hangover. I go to the bathroom to wash my face and remember that Mimi still has my keys.

At least I’ll have a reason to talk to her.

I walk outside my house and almost shout. I trip on my own shoelaces and fall to the ground.

The woman in black is still there.

She doesn’t seem to be moving and after last night I don’t think I’ll be confronting her anytime soon. I avoid looking at her and make my way to the jeep to go to Mimi’s house.

I ring Mimi’s doorbell and look around. The lady in black is following me. She’s a street away and staring in my direction. I don’t know what she wants but right now there are more pressing matters.

Mimi needs to know how I feel about her.

She opens the door, her gentle hands and radiant smile greeting me.

“Well it looks like someone finally got up,” she says. God save me from that smile.

“Mimi, can we talk?”

“If it’s about your keys I gave them to Jherick. He’s supposed to drop them by your house at lunch time.”

“No it’s not about that. Can I go in?” My palms start to sweat and it gets hard to breathe, but it’s too late to go back now.
“Of course, what is it?” She leads us to a quiet place in their house and I tell her everything.

How I’ve never met any girl as amazing as her. How even when I was with Grace I would think about her and wonder what if. How now that we’re both single maybe we could give it a chance.

She looks shocked but not surprised.

“Ron, I’m seeing someone.”

And in that moment my universe collapsed. I tell her it’s fine, to just not mention it anymore.

“I hope you two are happy,” I manage to say in between my tears.

“It’s Jherick.”

A shooting pain goes through my heart. It wasn’t enough that the girl I loved couldn’t be with me, but her together with my best friend? It was almost too much.

I rush out of the house without looking back. I find a quiet alleyway to let my tears loose and I see her.

The lady in black.

She was probably watching the whole time. Well she can enjoy the show. This is my life now, a broken heart trying to be a man.

No. This can’t be how it ends.

I stand and muster all the courage I have to go back and talk to Mimi. Maybe I can say something that would change her mind. There has to be a way we could be together.
I rush through the streets to her house.

Maybe if I was more careful I would have seen the car coming towards me.

The last thing I see is the lady in black, smiling.

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Written by Karl Gaverza
Copyright © Karl Gaverza

Inspired by a story told by Harold Juab

Illustration by likhatsining

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